[He lets Jack tug him in, placing the parcel of food onto the table as he places his hands on either side of his husband, taking hold of the table edge as he leans in, licking another lot of cookie crumbs from the corner of Jack's mouth. He has a thousand years of silence to make up for. A thousand years of missed outings and dates, birthdays and just revering his mate. He knows he probably can't make up for the pain Jack went through, but he can try. The crease of the leather across his crotch easily shows the makings of a hard on, even as he listens to Jack's words.]
It wouldn't take much of my heat to warm them up.
[Not to mention he, Toothless and Dave were starting to test if he could breath fire or not, being part dragon and all. The wet or frozen tiles and snow would be good to test that theory. Hiccup's eyes flutter to half mast, liquid hot pools of melted green as he feels those fingers curl into his waistband, a soft purr rumbling up through his chest at the suggestive tone.]
I think you mean 'how long can I stay in these clothes period'. You're making it hard to, husband of mine.
[His tongue flicks out to lick his lips, his own tone suggestive at the word before he presses a kiss under Jack's jaw and leans up and away, picking the cloth up and tucking it under his arm. He seems to think before he grins playfully, ducking and wrapping his free arm around Jack's waist in order to stand back up at full height, husband tossed over his shoulder.]
Comfy?
[Hiccup pats his husband's ass before he winks at the silently laughing elves who stopped work long enough to watch the show. Without much ceremony, he sweeps them out of the kitchens, beginning to head back to his room, but not before swiping a bottle of mullberry wine from the wine cabinet.]
no subject
[He lets Jack tug him in, placing the parcel of food onto the table as he places his hands on either side of his husband, taking hold of the table edge as he leans in, licking another lot of cookie crumbs from the corner of Jack's mouth. He has a thousand years of silence to make up for. A thousand years of missed outings and dates, birthdays and just revering his mate. He knows he probably can't make up for the pain Jack went through, but he can try. The crease of the leather across his crotch easily shows the makings of a hard on, even as he listens to Jack's words.]
It wouldn't take much of my heat to warm them up.
[Not to mention he, Toothless and Dave were starting to test if he could breath fire or not, being part dragon and all. The wet or frozen tiles and snow would be good to test that theory. Hiccup's eyes flutter to half mast, liquid hot pools of melted green as he feels those fingers curl into his waistband, a soft purr rumbling up through his chest at the suggestive tone.]
I think you mean 'how long can I stay in these clothes period'. You're making it hard to, husband of mine.
[His tongue flicks out to lick his lips, his own tone suggestive at the word before he presses a kiss under Jack's jaw and leans up and away, picking the cloth up and tucking it under his arm. He seems to think before he grins playfully, ducking and wrapping his free arm around Jack's waist in order to stand back up at full height, husband tossed over his shoulder.]
Comfy?
[Hiccup pats his husband's ass before he winks at the silently laughing elves who stopped work long enough to watch the show. Without much ceremony, he sweeps them out of the kitchens, beginning to head back to his room, but not before swiping a bottle of mullberry wine from the wine cabinet.]