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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[ 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.]

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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.

[icy]

[ Luckily for Hiccup's pride, Jack is too busy panting over a naked shoulder as a bowed head sends his choppy white hair shivering with the first slow thrusts that seek to loosen Hiccup up just enough that his body accepts this, halfway buried each time. Lips pluck at freckles in a loving kiss, laving them soon after and nuzzling his way under a chin following the endless swathe of hot skin on offer. He'd speak, but there's no need, not when he can hitch a thigh higher around his waist as his cock drives home to the hilt at last, again and again after cursory steps are taken to help Hiccup adjust. It's up to him to tell Jack how it feels and whether to stop.

Until he does, Hiccup will find his legs spread wide around swinging, unrelenting narrow hips and harsh breaths bathing his chest. ]

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[The pain is still present, but just the very thought that Jack is inside of him right now is enough to keep him from falling apart. Even with the latex in between them, he could still feel the heat of Jack's cock overtaking him inside, breaking him in futher as he gradually begins to move in faster.

It's a slow progress, but even amongst the aching, he begins to feel physical satisfaction in the thrusts as Jack hits spots that send jolts through his body, allowing him to moan loudly moreso from pleasure than pain.

Even if it is his first time, he wants to make sure Jack is getting enough enjoyment out of this as well. So when his leg is gripped tight above a waist, he focuses more of his energy on rocking his hips against the throbbing cock to help guide Jack along further.]

[icy]

[ Tossing bangs out of his eyes when he steals a quick kiss (So beautiful), Jack hums and watches Hiccup move sinuously against the sheets as he fucks himself right over a hard cock, something melting in the blonde's chest as their bodies meet. Rising up on his knees he alters the angle to drive firmly into that hot channel anew and search out the same nerve-center from before, hands splaying under a pair of knees to keep long legs bent in place. Mostly, he just enjoys fucking him for the sake of watching that pink asshole clutch at his dick on each return

Rougher, definitely, but with good intentions and a better view of that blushing face and bobbing cock. ]

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[In his better view, Jack will definitely see crimson cheeks, impossible to hide along with his gasping mouth that lets out an occasional lengthy moan when particular nerves are rubbed against. Hands grip tight into the mattress now that they've lost a sweaty back to hold onto. Sweaty hips grind up to Jack's in an attempt to maximize their force of contact. His cock waves about freely, already moistening simply from the pounding jolts racing underneath it.

Even as he lays there embarrassingly, he still doesn't look away from Jack, allowing him to see him completely vulnerable in this state as if showing that this is all for him for have. Even with the roughness and the slight throbs of pain, he knows that this, all along, is what he's needed. It was all that was left to confirm that he's given his all, body and soul, to Jack.]

[icy]

[ So as not to lose his cool (haha) too soon, there comes a moment in between admiring Hiccup and almost letting himself find release where Jack returns with a descent that ends in seizing a possessive kiss. His grip stills rolling hips which are given a nudge, most of his attention on not dislodging them as his weight begins to drop onto an arm. ]

Roll on top. [ It's a suggestion and partly a demand, the roughness in it echoed in the nails that score over the curve of an ass. ] It'll be easier on you if you're in control.

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[Between heavy breaths, Hiccup manages to break into a grin, caressing fingertips along sweaty shoulders.]

What a kind gentleman you are.

[And he'll take him up on that offer, fully certain it would be a comfortable position, snatching his lips once again into a kiss as he slowly pushes Jack over to lay on his back, following behind him as to make sure to keep him inside.

It already feels different just laying on top, and when he places his hands on Jack's chest to lift himself up, getting comfortable on his knees, he moans already feeling himself weighing down deeper on his cock just from being on top. The increasing intensity brings back that pressuring pain, but the position still does feel better. Because this is definitely what he feels more comfortable with, being able to ride on rop--like riding a dragon.

But he still wants to be able to ease into it, so he sends a nervous smile down to Jack as he begins rocks his hips slowly. Only allowing the cock to stroke him inside slightly, he tests out different angles to find what's most pleasurable and less painful, before he little by little begins to pick up his pace.]

[icy]

[ Somehow, Jack isn't entirely sure Hiccup isn't making that stupid dragon comparison. Call it nerd intuition.

Smoothing his hand up along bare folded thighs, one coils around Hiccup's neglected cock to stroke him off to the same pace the brunette sets down, the sight of him stretched wide over Jack's lap, the feel of him tight and hot as he drags over him with each tentative rock, all of it too good to miss. He wants to close his eyes and fuck him until he comes harder than ever, but the sight of Hiccup there is too memorable to waste. ]

Better?

[ It's all paradise to Jack. Just for the sake of it, he bucks up to see what Hiccup will do. ]

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[Hiccup's mind had been so intensely focused on Jack's cock that he had almost forgotten about his own until he feels the warmth of a hand sliding along it. Fingers wrap closely around his head as it gives slight tugs tense him up, causing a hot hole to tighten even further around a throbbing erection. Better?]

M-much better--aah!

[The bucking of hips just as Hiccup is riding down hits deep against nerves and he immediately decides every decision he's made this morning thus far has been worth it. So worth it that when he notices hand strokes following his own speed, he picks up the pace to ride along fast, accepting any aching that may come with it.]

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I'll remember that for later.

[ Jack's grin is a permanent addition as he digs his heels into the mattress and arches to give Hiccup a constant body of motion to ride, a slippery grip around the head of his cock twisting precome around the soft tip with each quickening roll. Groaning in pleasure as he is, Jack pays close attention to the best angles that eke out more of those cries, wanting to work him open all day if it takes that long to find out how Hiccup really likes it. ]

God, fuck, you're so good, so good ...

[ Not all of his momentum is for charity; driving harder into molten heat when Hiccup hurries, Jack grits his teeth and takes pride in the slap of flesh each time they meet, a vague idea of buying a vibrator later just to play with Hiccup's ass filtering around his disjointed thoughts because he'd whine so loud, everyone would know.

Fingernails dig into a thigh, kneading their approval. ]

Ride me, you've got it. [ Gasping, Jack snatches hold of Hiccup's hips to drag him down. ] J-Just like that.

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[Jack's assistance with his hips is definitely appreciated as it practically almost sends him over the edge. The position allows him to grind down even further, feeling jolts of ecstasy when Jack pumps up into him.]

J-Jack--!

[All control of his volume has been lost as he moans loudly with each connecting thrust, digging fingernails into the pale skin of a chest. Words have been completely lost for him; all he knows is that Jack had the right idea about all of this. His body has never felt this good in his life, and coming could happen at any given moment without warning by this point.]

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[ The prick of nails on his chest will leave scratch-marks for days, not that Jack minds. Getting to be the reason for breaking Hiccup into keening pieces is all he cares about as he steers those hips into the same deep rhythm, grinding against a prostate.

Head embedded in the pillows, he watches him ad breathlessly demands, ] Touch yourself.

[ Hiccup won't last much longer, at any rate, and neither will Jack. ]

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[He's a little taken back by the sudden request. If this were any other situation, he'd probably be too embarrassed to actually do it. But in his current state of euphoria, he's more than willing to do anything that Jack asks for, especially if it'll excite him enough to get him off.

So he leans back to be sure to provide Jack with a full view, gripping against a wrist at his hip. His other hand goes straight to his cock, not wasting any time in fast strokes. He knows exactly where his sensitive nerves are, he's touched himself plenty before. Even the areas he wasn't aware of were discovered when Jack worked his own hands and mouth on him.

He gasps with pleasure, a mixture of his own fingers tugging at his erection, the penetration still occurring below, and Jack's eyes watching his every move.]

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[ Genuinely wanting to take a picture, he refrains by committing the scene to memory; Hiccup riding Jack's cock seamlessly with the smooth cant of hips, stroking himself off expertly, dark green eyes locked on those below. ]

Beautiful.

[ His grip on a bony pelvis is all the help he gives when Jack starts fucking faster in earnest, the drag of a tight hole along his cock prompting him to thrust back in eagerly to feel it contract with each gasp from his lover, savouring those startled yelps. Either Hiccup will have to hold on as Jack chases his orgasm (nearly, nearly) or be bucked forward by the force driving him open. ]