[Hiccup misses messy kisses as much as he misses the sweet ones, responding to the hand tangling into his hair. Cold enters his mouth and he sucks on it like the blocks of ice he used during summers, swallowing every moan that comes from it as he carries Jack over to the bed, spreading him out on it to free his hands up.
One of his hands snakes under a hoodie as his mouth leaves his mate's, turning into harder kisses down a slim neck that leave behind bite marks, reclaiming his husband. The urgency in Jack's voice makes him pause, hand sliding to a stomach as he leans up and back, hair messy, lips puffy and parted.]
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One of his hands snakes under a hoodie as his mouth leaves his mate's, turning into harder kisses down a slim neck that leave behind bite marks, reclaiming his husband. The urgency in Jack's voice makes him pause, hand sliding to a stomach as he leans up and back, hair messy, lips puffy and parted.]
Do you...have any lube?