[He remembers. He remembers and he feels his heart flutter when he realizes Jack does too, swallowing the groan into his mouth as he grazed his along Jack's. His hand leaves hair and comes to cup a cheek as he slows the pace down, pulling his head back but leaning into the brush of material against his sensitive chest. Hiccup runs his thumb over the height of his husband's cheek, pecking him on the lips as he leans in, pressing their foreheads together.]
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I missed you.