I always do.

[ Standing up, he sways into Hiccup's personal space to take advantage of that exposed throat, sucking a dull pink love-bite onto pale skin so that he knows to come back and finish it later. With one hand curled around his staff, it's easy to only use a thumb and forefinger on it and tug him in at either hip. Hiccup is being sweet, and Jack loves the gesture more than the outing itself. If he didn't look like he was dressed to fuck in every possible climate, on any terrain, Jack wouldn't be half as distracted. ]

The roof sounds good, taking a blanket would be useless though. All the tiles will be wet or frozen.

[ His chuckles turn to yearning hums as he trails his lips up again, kissing a cheek and staying there to murmur, a pointy nose pressing in. Fingers curl in the green leather of Hiccup's waistband, tracing it down to the first laces either side of his hips; just playing, following them in spirals as his voice lowers suggestively. ]

Why don't we go back to your room where there's a fireplace, and see how long you can stay in these clothes without burning up?