[ That small noise is what he lives for, cupping the back of a thick head of hair as the kiss deepens into a languid play of tongues, one indistinguishable from the other. Jack strokes under Hiccup's, finding his own rhythm to subtly mirror the way they moved together in their old nest, sucking on him with a groan. Remember this ... ?
The tug to his hair changes the angle and gives up the authority of it to Hiccup for a moment as Jack winces; not in pain, just distracted as he swallows. Nose to nose, he lets his weight rest against a bare chest and arches his hoodie in against him. ]
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The tug to his hair changes the angle and gives up the authority of it to Hiccup for a moment as Jack winces; not in pain, just distracted as he swallows. Nose to nose, he lets his weight rest against a bare chest and arches his hoodie in against him. ]