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

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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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[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.

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[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. ]

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[Hiccup has to steady a hand against the wall when Jack steps away for fear of dropping right there from weak knees. He does take a moment to regain composure, before he finally steps away, never taking his focus off of Jack's moments.

There isn't much to take off, that even with shaking hands, he manages to pull off his loose shirt with impressive speed. The lack of jeans is also convenient enough that he just needs to pull slightly on the waistband of his cotton sweats and push them right off of his legs, taking his boxers down with it.

Now completely nude, with his cock now fully erect, he steps over to sit at the edge of his own bed (somehow it only seemed fair to switch it up this time), waiting for the next step.]

[icy]

[ If he's shy when the attention and control is taken away, it's a different story when Jack has them in strict abundance; he stares at Hiccup's cock and smiles, giving him a lascivious look when his hand bumps what he's looking for.

The lube is tossed beside a pillow, followed by a silver square packet.

Pacing over, Jack stands between Hiccup's knees and runs a hand through his boyfriend's hair intending to comfort any anxieties, the other unfastening his jeans on Hiccup's eye-level. ]

Lie back and get comfy. It's only me.

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[He only nods in response, no words seeming to escape from his mouth, sans the deep breaths he exhales. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't frightened. Not that he didn't trust Jack, but this was new territory for him and definitely nothing he had or ever would have experienced with Astrid.

But he lifts his body further, moving it backwards closer to his pillow before he lays down, feeling a slight comfort from the softness of the mattress against him.

And still, he watches Jack closely, worried that looking away might cause him to want to suddenly back out. Not that he would either way. His adrenaline was high and his body was already craving the experience. He was trembling, overwhelmed with anxiety, but this was all happening.]

[icy]

[ Jack entertains the thought of fucking the anxiety right out of Hiccup until he's a shameless whore for it, lashes shuttering before he remembers to keep undressing. Jeans drop heavily with boxers and he peels the rest off over his head, pale and wiry as he crawls up between Hiccup's legs. He rests on a bent arm, leaning down for a soft, deep kiss as their bodies align and he gets to feel Hiccup bare — completely — for the first time, legs bracketing his own and dicks pressed snug. It's like coming home.

Content to kiss him for a while if only to help them both relax, Jack palms down a chest and clutches the dip of a waist, skimming caresses where he can (and he loves the dip where hip meets thigh, he decides) so that Hiccup doesn't feel cold. He can taste a heartbeat on the breath over his tongue, passing it back with his own. ]

You're perfect. [ As his palm skims down to a knee, he slides it back up to grasp at the curve of an ass. He was scared once too, and he'd wanted this reassurance. The kisses are still in abundance, plucking over lips and a jaw. ] Just remember that.

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[Hiccup decides just how lucky he is that it's Jack he's with. Because as much of an asshole Jack tries to be (or really, doesn't try, sometimes he just kind of is) and how much he likes to tease him until he's on the brink of explosion, he knows how gentle and caring Jack can actually be.

It's shown in those kisses that ease the trembles of his bodies, letting him put more focus on the sensations of each meeting of their lips than the goosebumps forming along his arm. And those words, they're not something Jack would be willing to say out loud if he didn't truly mean it.

The kisses and the words in addition to the heat of the erection pressing against his and the caress of the hand that traces up his thigh--it's enough to calm his mind and make him decide that it'll be alright.

So he allows his hands to lift to Jack's waist, pressing fingertips into skin as they travel their way to shoulder blades, pressing him down for additional physical contact.]

You're the one with this ... ridiculous power over me. And I really can't stand it.

[But it's said with a smile against his mouth, pulling him in for a deep kiss that completely defies the very notion of Hiccup not standing it.]

[icy]

[ He rolls his shoulders so Hiccup can feel every stretch of sinew and roll of bone under his hands, a chuckle parting over a smile. ]

It's the other way arou— mmmh ...

[ Never mind that, then. Seeking to taste every corner of that delicious mouth (minty after-taste notwithstanding because he sort of asked for that) Jack breaks the kiss to plant overly fond pecks all over Hiccup's neck and collar-bone, the loud smack of his lips playful as he lavishes him in fun, silly affection to further help him relax. Sex isn't meant to be scary, it's too much of an equalizer in Jack's opinion for that.

Laughing against a throat he takes the lube in a hand when he finally draws back, trailing a few tickling fingertips down a stomach. ]

I'm thinking you might want to pretend you caught my 'cold' later, otherwise you might have a bit of a problem explaining why the stairs are a no-go.

[ Hand slicked, he holds their eye-contact where he kneels and strokes Hiccup's bobbing erection in generous, firm tugs. ]

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[A nervous laugh escapes him at that statement, as he drapes the back of a hand across his forehead.]

Yeah, that's ... gonna be a pain, isn't it? I think--ah--I'm okay with staying bedridden.

[The cold hand sends a shiver that makes its way up along his spine, causing a subconsciously arch of his back, already moving his hips slightly against slick fingers.]

Just go easy on me, alright? [Another laugh, because, well, that's probably not gonna happen.]

[icy]

I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise.

[ Leaning over him to get a prime view of his reaction, Jack slides his slippery fingers lower, briefly giving a pair of balls a squeeze as a passing Hello, see you later. He trails slender artist's fingertips down the seam of Hiccup's ass, making sure to catch the pad of one right over a hot hole with every other passing rub, testing the waters.

Already, Jack's aching cock is like iron between his legs, but this, this has him rapt. ]

How's that?

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Mmmm.

[His eyes shut close and his body trembles lightly from the cool touch of the slippery substance, but it does in fact wash a sense of relaxation over him. He knows nothing's started yet, but even if it's just temporarily, the caress of fingertips bring out a full soft moans that he doesn't even bother answering with real words, and instead resorts to a slight nod, knowing Jack has his eyes on him.]

[icy]

[ The first press of his index slides inside without too much resistance, which was what he was hoping for. Jack pecks him on the forehead as he fucks him slowly with a single digit, encouraging him to move. ]

Rock your hips for me ...

[ A wet thumb rubs up against perineum to seek out that hidden pressure-point that Jack knows from extensive experience will be a great help, a counterpoint to stroking Hiccup open. ]

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[There's a quick inhale of breath when he feels the finger make its way inside. It's only just a finger, but he was already beginning to feel slightly tense. Still he reminds himself, with the help of that quick kiss, it'll be alright.

So he'll follow Jack's instructions, pushing his lower body forward to help guide him along, as light gasps escape him with each stroke inside. Even aware of the slippery texture, he's amazed by how easily it's currently able to move inside.]

[icy]

[ The heat around Jack's finger makes him swallow, pumping consistently so Hiccup isn't jarred any more than he needs to be. It's a gradual process, but when he thinks he'll be alright taking another the stretch allows for a second finger with a little force, bare inches claimed at a time. Jack eases back to press a hand against a bent knee, sliding it farther to the side for an unobstructed view of a tight pink hole swallowing up his fingers, wrist twisting to try and bury them deeper on each thrust. ]

... Jesus, Hic. You look incredible like this.

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Ah! [The second finger catches him off guard, but at least there's some progression even if each digit added made his heart beat twice as fast. There's a slight pain in the stretch but he bares it, biting his lip a bit in an attempt to relax. Except suddenly Jack's pushing his knee out, making him feel much more exposed than he was before.

Face reddening and voice quivering, he manages to finally find his voice. After all, blabbering his mouth always did help take his mind a bit off of things.]

You know, I really hate to bruise my manhood and be the stereotype of a young girl, who, during her first time, blushes insanely from embarrassment, screaming "don't look at me like that" when her lover starts gawking at her but ... please, don't look at me like that.

[Because he was embarrassed, suddenly unable to look Jack in the eye. Because he's never felt this vulnerable in front of another human being in his life and it was still a heart-pounding experience no matter how much Jack could calm his nerves.]

[icy]

You are so fucking beautiful when you ride my fingers. Is that what's bothering you?

[ Grinning at how adorable Hiccup is when being literally pulled apart, Jack brushes back auburn locks as he leans over him, tilting a chin to face him as he looks at green eyes. He fucks him a little faster, just by an increment or two, visibly glancing back to a wet flinching hole and back up to a pretty face. ]

That I'm hard for you? Or don't you want it? [ The steady fingering drives a little deeper to a second knuckle, curling inside that blisteringly hot channel to rub over soft walls. ] Don't ask me not to look at you when I've dreamed of this. Of you.

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[It's not an easy transition to one day feel as though you'll never have such a strong connection with anyone and then suddenly you're so ridiculously admired--suddenly you're wanted.

It was difficult to get used to Jack's feelings. To be spoiled with his compliments and his teases of how badly he wanted him. It's not that he disliked it, it was just incredibly difficult to wrap his head around and to fully accept.

Still, he can't hide away from his questions when suddenly Jack's forcing him to look eye to eye at him. Even as fingers start pumping into him harder, he holds a breath with difficulty, trying to refrain from showing too much of a reaction, from revealing too much of how he was really feeling, despite his body's natural response of rocking into his hand.

But when fingers are pressed in deeper, pushing further against nerves, he breaks, releasing a gasp, strained expression exposed on his face. A moan escapes, combined with a mix of both pleasure and pain, and suddenly there's no more hiding how much he does want it, as his gasps become more frequent.]

Y-you really aren't playing fair--ah-ah!

[icy]

[ Jack wishes he could paint him like this, spread open and flushed, wracked with borderline pleasure-pain ... On that note, Jack digs his fingertips right over that same spot to garner more of those needy gasps. Hiccup is right, he's wanted with a ferocity that made Jack miserable for as long as he couldn't tell him and had to pretend there was nothing there, living in the same room and wondering what would happen if he slipped over and awoke him with his mouth. Jack's an artist and he wants to warp Hiccup's body into as many positions as possible, discover if he has as many expressions as his skin does embarrassed shades of red.

He thinks about Elsa wanting to be here for this, during their first time, and he's almost viciously possessive enough to consider putting another lock on the door. Jack hasn't had many things in his life and he wants Hiccup to belong to him so much it aches; him, first and foremost.

A third finger pushes in, taut pink muscle almost trying to keep him out but Jack takes those gasps as his cue to keep going, bowed over a prone body so as to kiss over a heart. ]

You can take it, Hic, I know you can. You're doing so well ...

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[Hiccup's breaths have increased in pace, digging his fingernails into dragon-printed sheets to ease the pressure. The third finger makes it much tighter and he becomes terrified with worry that this might not work at all.

But Jack is trying to ease his worries with words and kisses, and it's the only thing that's keeping him going at this point, simply because it's Jack.

Because his first time with Astrid was disastrous, filled with panic and overloading anxiety, much worse than he has it now. But with lack of experience between both of them, and so much uncertainty of how to go about it, there hadn't been much comfort on either of their ends. It was left to be quick and rather sad, with Hiccup thinking he possibly wasn't meant for sex at all.

But with Jack, he was feeling ready no matter how terrified he was. Because he's come to understand the degree that Jack cares for him, knowing that they're now in on this together.

He reaches out for the arm that isn't working on him, gripping on the light muscle by the shoulder, as he speaks up again, with a slight laugh, for some sort of distraction.]

And here I had always thought you had some small hands.

[icy]

[ Laughter eases the tension on his part, grateful for the fact Hiccup can still be Hiccup throughout their sexcapades no matter how intimate or embarrassing they might be. ]

Rude.

[ It's not long before his fingers slide free, the angle too awkward to keep it up with three for long. Kissing all over a cheek and down into a mussed brown temple, Jack turns his head to tear through the foil of the condom packet with his teeth and spit it aside. He doesn't have any STIs and he highly doubts Hiccup does, but for as much as he'd like to feel him raw it's going to be overwhelming enough without having to clean up any extra mess afterwards (no matter what Hiccup thinks of having Jack buried in his ass, the more experienced of the two of them doubts his boyfriend would be overly thrilled to clean come out from there in the shower). Sheer romance, really.

He sits back on his heels with a generous portion of lube worked over his cock and leans over him on an arm as they align, the pressure of Jack's aching length pausing at Hiccup's entrance as he searches his eyes. It's not often he's entirely serious, even with the kindness lingering in keen blue eyes, but now qualifies.

Even if he is tense all over from the notion of finally getting to fuck the beauty spread out beneath him on crumpled sheets. It's better than any wet dream. ]

You can tell me to stop whenever you want. If it's too much, we'll just relax and hang out. Okay?

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[Hiccup almost makes a sarcastic comment here, but with Jack being so sincere and concerned, staring straight through him from above with eyes that could just make him melt right there on that bed, he knows he can't. He wants him to know that he is alright and that he wholeheartedly is willing to go through with this.

So he nods, forming a small smile as he leans up to give Jack's lips a quick peck.] Okay. But I'll be alright. I'm all yours now.

[And he takes a deep breath, letting his hands grips against shoulder blades, preparing himself for anything about to come.]

[icy]

[ You better be is murmured playfully over those lips before they retreat, and then there's nothing to do but give into what every nerve-ending in his body is screaming for, sinking into Hiccup with a single thrust that takes his breath away. The easing of his fingers has certainly helped a little but he's still tighthotwet, dredging up a groan with each rock of Jack's hips as he pushes his way in until there's nothing left, he's buried and panting and grasping Hiccup's hair for traction. ]

Oh, fuck ...

[ Biting his lip, he pushes his face against a shoulder and tries to hold still, his grip on a thigh meant to bruise. Near dazedly, he moans again. ]

Hic, are you alright?

[ Please, he thinks. I need you. Reflexively, he gives a shallow thrust of a few inches, just to feel the friction of needing to force him open. ]

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[No matter how much preparation was made, it was inevitable for there to be pain. He bites down hard on a lip, fighting a groan as Jack pushes inside. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but he battles against it, knowing he just needs to deal with it for a bit longer.

But it's incredibly tight inside and even with the slickness of the movement, it's enough to form a little water at the edge of his eyes. Still, he swallows hard, shutting his eyes tight to flick any possible tears away as he groans against a shoulder.

He's breathing heavily when Jack throws the question at him, taking a moment to focus his eyes again and clear his head. But he finally nods, trying to blink any trace of water left in his eyes.]

I-I'm alright. Keep going, okay? I'm fine.