it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

[flightsuit]

in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons that's really all there is to this party so just take it off ladays and gents TOPLESS PARTY

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dw keeping us apart !!

[icy]

Dashing is relative, okay. I'd call it more a freckly finger-painting.

[ Poking him on the cheek, hurr hurr. ]

[flightsuit]

[And he'll snatch that hand when he pokes him, kissing its palm swiftly.]

Hey, hey, you like this freckly finger-painting.

[With a smile, he lets go, pulling out his own sandwich from the bag.]

[icy]

[ Gah, tickly palm. Rubbing it on his knee, he slouches as he sips his hot chocolate and rolls his eyes wistfully. ]

Do I, though? Do I really? Maybe this is all a sham ... You're a sham-boyfriend, I'm sorry to have to break it to you but hey, I got you breakfast first.

[ Smirking to himself where he's bundled up in Hiccup's hoodie, yes. It would be a much more convincing tease if Jack didn't look entirely satisfied with every aspect of where he is right now. ]

[flightsuit]

[He'll break into a little laugh at that, unwrapping his sandwich to take a large bite, cause the boy is starving. He'll chew enough of it so he can speak up again.]

That's a really cute look for you, by the way.

[He nods his head to the hoodie, greatly appreciating him keeping his clothes warm for him or isn't it supposed to be the other way around.]

[icy]

[ Blanching a little, he tosses his hair as he keeps eating, stuffing his face so he doesn't have to immediately reply. Like he cares how he looks, Hiccup!! He doesn't!! But even if he did he wouldn't need to be told he's cute, not at all. He knows!

Fuck. ]

... So, anyway, [ because screw you, sir, he's going to make a show of not being so easily won over today, ] I was thinking of making Elsa a card with a picture of my butt on it and "I'm sorry you had to endure this magnificence" written inside, since I sort of yelled at her.

that icon just makes me think of "how big is it" now

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup hides his grin by grabbing his drink to take a long sip. Nope, he doesn't even need a reply to feel proud of his little comment.

He does almost choke on his drink at Jack's next comment though. A part of him wants to mention that his butt wasn't exactly what Elsa saw last night, but he knows better and decides to keep his mouth shut.]

Are you sure about that? Won't she keep it to ... you know to it?

the eternal question on jack's mind tbh

[icy]

If that's what makes Elsa happy, then I'm not going to judge her.

[ He's a big man today, no stopping this stone rolling down all these motherfucking hills!! ]

[flightsuit]

That's true, I guess. Can't really blame her. It's a rather nice visual.

[And he's just gonna take a nice big bite of his sandwich, no big deal.]

[icy]

[ Fucking ... Have a light kick from his heel, Hiccup. ]

You're in a ripe mood. Did you wake up hard or what?

[ HAHA, WHAT ARE EMOTIONS, WE'RE MEN. ]

[flightsuit]

[That'll prompt a little choke on his food.]

You can be pretty violent, did you know that!? And no, I did not.

[Though come on, it wouldn't be surprising considering his lack of action last night.]

[icy]

Violent? Says the guy who hasn't been pinned down and fucked yet, you haven't had me do half the things to you I'm planning on, Haddock.

[ Serenely sucking his fingers clean as he finishes eating, whoops. If he's blushing, he's doing a grand job of looking aloof in the meantime. ]

[flightsuit]

[Trying to sip his drink to down the food that almost killed him was a bad idea, because now that liquid goes down the wrong pipe, causing him to go into yet another choking fit.]

You're really trying to kill me, Jack.

[Especially with red hot cheeks that he's trying to cover up with the back of his hand because really.]

[icy]

[ Throwing back his head and laughing, he clambers over Hiccup to shove his empty packets on the bedside table and straddles a blanketed lap. Warm chocolatey lips roam over a throat as Jack winds his arms around Hiccup, kisses parting on chuckles that rumble up from the depths of his chest. ]

Ahw, don't be a big pouting baby boo.

[ Revenge is sweet. ]

[flightsuit]

[Finishing his sandwich seems like it's not gonna happen at this point with the head at his throat making it very awkward to do so. He swallows hard, which he immediately regrets, knowing Jack feel it in his kisses.]

I'm not pouting. I was just trying to enjoy my breakfast, thank you very much.

[Of course, he wasn't exactly fighting him off either.]

[icy]

I'm trying to enjoy my boyfriend, we're at a stalemate.

[ Laughter vibrates against freckled skin, a nose squashing into the dip of a shoulder before he purrs his way back up to molest an ear with his lips and teeth. ]

Not that I don't want you inside me, because I do. I really do. But don't you think I've thought about having you, Hic? [ A nip closes on a lobe, tugged through a growl that isn't entirely for show. ] I keep thinking about tying your hands up and running ice-cubes all over your body, all over your hard nipples and along your cock. You'd like the sting of the cold, I'd bet. I'd apologize by letting you fuck my hand to warm up again, melting it with each helpless thrust since you want to be touched, don't you? You love it.

[ His attention noses south, biting at a pulse as if daring it to go so slowly, wet noises coming from the new lovebite. At Hiccup's back he ought to feel the drag of nails hauling him into the heavy weight over his lap.

Jack breathes hotly down a throat. ]

One night, I want to fuck you open on the ice rink under the stars and watch you get red with the touch of the frost on your soft skin, and when it hurts too bad you're whining loud enough for people to hear I'd let you roll over and ride me until you came and came ...

Then I'd keep fucking you because you didn't want to get off my cock like the greedy asshole you are.

[flightsuit]

[The last bit of his sandwich that he had still be been holding finally slips from his hand to land on the side table with a plop. It's practically the closest thing to movement that comes from Hiccup because the rest of his body has frozen up from the shock.

Eyes have long been closed, forced to picture in his mind everything that Jack played out in words, bit by bit. Maybe he hadn't exactly woken up hard like he had been asked, but he was definitely on his way down that road now.

Swallowing hard again trying to find a voice to speak with, he opens his mouth slowly, struggling to be vocal other than the deep breath he inhales. Until finally, he just blurts out the first thing that comes to his head.]

May I go brush my teeth please?

[icy]

[ Grinning widely, he plants an altogether playfully, sloppy kiss on a cheek that is entirely out of sync with his lurid renditions. That's for not locking the door last night. ]

Sure! I'm gonna eat your leftovers.

[ And he rolls happily onto his side, snatching up Hiccup's discarded half-sandwich to munch on as he crosses his ankles. It's a really, really good day, okay. ]

[flightsuit]

[As soon as he's no longer trapped under weight, Hiccup hops straight out of his bed and races to the bathroom in the corner of the room, shutting the door immediately behind him.

Okay, what the fuck was that?

That bastard. That was just cruel. Pure torture. After deciding that they weren't going to go any further last night, while Hiccup was fully prepared with a full erection (well both of them had been really, since he had gotten a complete visual and feel of how Jack had been feeling), now he was saying all of that!?

Hiccup takes a deep breath, tightening his thighs together because he could feel the slight hardness developing just from the thoughts Jack forced into him. But no. That was not happening.

So just brush your teeth, Hiccup. And ignore that torturous asshole.]

[icy]

[ Sending a sly smirk at the slammed door, he tosses the crusts of Hiccup's sandwich on the table and hops up on his bed to start opening windows to let in the chilly morning air. Thoroughly pleased with himself, Jack's singing fills the room as he flicks on the radio, bounding over to open the window over his bed too. As cosy as he is, he'd rather avoid the taunts from people if they saw him dressed in Hiccup's clothes so he pulls on one of his own hoodies and hangs up the crazy green number on the back of the bedroom door.

Still keeps Hiccup's tee on though, for reasons. ]

Hic, I'm heading downstairs to see how all the hungover zombies are doing!

[ Being social is also a Thing that would probably be appreciated, even if he's hardly about to spoil his friends the way he does a certain brunette. ]

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup spits out the last of the paste and wipes his mouth, just as he hears Jack announce his departure. He could probably just let him walk out just like that and it wouldn't be a big deal. Hiccup could probably use a moment to relax anyway. Maybe even take a shower, freshen up to start the day.

Instead, though, he opens the door in a hot second, stepping over to Jack before he could leave, so he could grab him with both hands on the side of his face and pull him in for a deep kiss. He's been riled up enough that he puts plenty of passion into it, complete with a dash of roughness and plenty of tongue.

When he's gotten it all of his system, he pulls away letting go of Jack.] Okay. We're even for last night now, right?

[icy]

[ A muffled grunt is his first response, hands up in self-defense, and then ... Oh. Startled, his astonishment morphs into desire and his fingers curl in the front of Hiccup's tshirt to hold on through the hungry kiss, giving himself up to it eagerly.

So minty, wow.

When it parts, he's still smiling, and he doesn't quite let Hiccup go as he nudges him back toward a wall under a half-lidded, dark blue stare. ]

Do you want to be even or do you want to get lucky tonight?

[ A fingertip trails circles under a cotton hem, drifting through coarse brown hairs over a navel. ]

[flightsuit]

[Hiccup grins when he's pushed back, sexually frustrated enough that any little act helps. Though he is a little worried with the touches along his stomach getting him too excited, because that tonight could just as easily need to be turned into a right now.

Still, he places both hands along his boyfriend's waist, letting fingers sneak past a waistband to tickle against skin. Laying his forehead against Jack's, he leaves just a few inches of distance between their lips.]

Depends. Only if you don't leave me hanging again.

[icy]

[ There's a charged current between them, electric in the way smiles and breaths hitch when lips brush, so close and still so far. With the slightest caresses exchanged to prompt shivers and blot out the rest of the room, the world, Jack loses more and more of his conviction to wait hours to experience this again. It's magnetizing.

So he presses Hiccup against the wall from thigh to chest, using his boyfriend's greater height to drop all that weight over the hard line of his erection through jeans and useless pyjama slacks as he kicks open a pair of knees. Combing through thick hair, he locks eyes with him and starts moving in shallow thrusts that raise Hiccup against the wall, gravity working with them. It's not urgent or hurried, instead conveying how intensely Hiccup is wanted with each measured grind.

Lowly, Jack clearly and slowly enunciates, ] I want. To fuck you.

[ As if the evidence isn't already there. ]

I want to fuck you for hours.

[flightsuit]

[To be honest, Hiccup hadn't quite expected it to be reversed like this. With him only just recently accepting his sexuality and with how their past experiences had played out, he had only just assumed, had only thought about himself being inside Jack.

But this--the way Jack describes it to him with such arousal, the way he grinds up against him, feeling that erection pulsing even through fabric, he was suddenly aching for something new and unanticipated. He didn't want to just feel it in his hand or against his body--he wanted Jack to feel him inside.

He swallows hard, terrified but yearning for it all at once. But he moans loudly against the thrusts (since Elsa seemed to actually encourage it, he didn't bother controlling his volume anymore), and speaks in a trembling whisper.]

Then do it.

[icy]

I will, I will ...

[ Hazy with a combination of love-fueled lust, his smile is lazy and leery where it grazes down a throat. He could take him against the wall just like this, but ... No, not the first time (he reminds himself of this once or twice while rubbing the head of his cock right up behind the bulge of Hiccup's balls, grunting as he starts to find a firmer rhythm). Not yet, not yet. ]

... Get on a bed and strip.

[ That said, Jack peels himself away to back off on unsteady legs to the chest of drawers, eyes still raking Hiccup's body as he rifles through the contents. ]