[ He leans into the lick and grins, resisting the urge to peck for more. Assuming the elf has brought Hiccup a salmon or something else fishy, Jack grabs a handful of cookies and nods along, allowing one of the drawstrings on his hoodie to tug him in. ]
Lunch picnic? That's so romantic, I might swoon. [ He can't help it, staring at Hiccup in those leathers, so close; Jack licks a line across a rough jaw, nipping the hinge with a nuzzle. A gruff noise leaves him, partly frustrated and partly simmering with arousal in the way he lingers, but he slides off the furniture all the same to slide to his feet. ] Just outside, nowhere specific? There's a lot of snow out there, y'know.
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[ He leans into the lick and grins, resisting the urge to peck for more. Assuming the elf has brought Hiccup a salmon or something else fishy, Jack grabs a handful of cookies and nods along, allowing one of the drawstrings on his hoodie to tug him in. ]
Lunch picnic? That's so romantic, I might swoon. [ He can't help it, staring at Hiccup in those leathers, so close; Jack licks a line across a rough jaw, nipping the hinge with a nuzzle. A gruff noise leaves him, partly frustrated and partly simmering with arousal in the way he lingers, but he slides off the furniture all the same to slide to his feet. ] Just outside, nowhere specific? There's a lot of snow out there, y'know.