[The kiss is a sweet one, tender and warm despite the cold, chipped lips pressed to his own. But that's what he likes about Jack, the contrast he brings to his own stifling temperatures, the cold he enjoyed even as a boy who claimed he hated winter. He hum breathlessly into the kiss, drawing himself in even without the encouraging nails on his shoulder.
One of Hiccup's arms circle around Jack's waist, snaking and tugging him as close as he can manage without losing his footing. Lightly, he flicks his tongue along his husband's bottom lip, nipping it softly.]
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One of Hiccup's arms circle around Jack's waist, snaking and tugging him as close as he can manage without losing his footing. Lightly, he flicks his tongue along his husband's bottom lip, nipping it softly.]