[The cold hands wrapped around his cock should be a turn off but the cold just turns him on more, always has since he was a teenager. The tip of his cock is curved now, not rounded like it should be, scales speckling the skin like bumpy ridges. Hiccup's eyes close as they kiss, rolling his hips with a hum in his throat, swallowing the tongue that comes for him as he humps into Jack's hands, his own dropping from under the hoodie to tug at the drawstring of suede pants.
The mattress feels better but weird, the sheets under him even moreso, but he ignores it in favor of concentrating on his husband. Hiccup tugs at the sides of Jack's pants, resisting the urge to rip them off as he slides them along hips and thighs and legs. He reaches, taking hold of a cold dick that's so familiar, stroking from root to tip with a warm palm.]
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[The cold hands wrapped around his cock should be a turn off but the cold just turns him on more, always has since he was a teenager. The tip of his cock is curved now, not rounded like it should be, scales speckling the skin like bumpy ridges. Hiccup's eyes close as they kiss, rolling his hips with a hum in his throat, swallowing the tongue that comes for him as he humps into Jack's hands, his own dropping from under the hoodie to tug at the drawstring of suede pants.
The mattress feels better but weird, the sheets under him even moreso, but he ignores it in favor of concentrating on his husband. Hiccup tugs at the sides of Jack's pants, resisting the urge to rip them off as he slides them along hips and thighs and legs. He reaches, taking hold of a cold dick that's so familiar, stroking from root to tip with a warm palm.]