icy: are held to the ground. (only the feet of the heavy hearted.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-08-12 10:42 am (UTC)

[ Open-mouthed kisses allow each lick to glide under lips and over teeth, dancing in the air on panted breaths. Jack has to give up even those as Hiccup sinks the rest of the way inside, Jack's ass aching keenly as he trembles on top of his huge dick. When fully-seated, he sobs against a cheek and hugs him tightly, forcing himself to grind down so that a familiar knot has somewhere to grow; he doesn't want to lose an inch of him, even if there are more than he remembers. ]

Hiccup, Hic ...

[ But he's stronger now, pliable in ways only time could advance his endurance, so when a bite is given to Hiccup's throat and Jack begins to rock, whispering, Mine, you're mine, you don't leave me, it's not in total discomfort. ]

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