icy: there are only proofs of love. (there's no such thing as love.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-08-11 09:55 pm (UTC)

[ Good, he thinks, I want to be able to hold you in my arms a little longer.

The groan gets a poke in the side, shortly followed up by the grip on Hiccup's shoulder as Jack crawls over him, kissing him hard as he reaches back to find that erect cock and press the slightly curled tip against his slick hole, letting gravity sink him a couple of inches and pour his cries into Hiccup's mouth. Jack brings both hands around to hold onto him and gradually lets his legs either side of Hiccup bend, lowering himself over the thicker, ridged length as fast as he can.

He stops halfway, panting into Hiccup's mouth urgently and pawing the back of his neck. His ear tingles with former nips from an overbite. ]


Make me yours again, but don't come until I say.

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