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[ He gives a leather-clad crotch a squeeze, only briefly, before he angles his staff inside the room to rest it against the inside wall, propped up. That leaves him free to run both his palms up over warm muscle and warmer scales, hairs skimming through his knuckles as Jack rides his hands right up over broad pecs, then a pair of shoulders to hook around his neck. ]

I'll think about it.

[ His kiss is quick, darting in to stop any further comebacks. Crouched as he is, he has the momentum to rock his belt over Hiccup's stomach and nudge him to make room for Jack to come inside, or else to lift him off his perch. ]