icy: what this is gonna be. (not sure.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-08-12 11:19 am (UTC)

[ His frost melts when pressed against such heat, the blushes arising all over his thighs and chest and arms all down to the hot blood Hiccup inspires in him. Jack doesn't stop moaning for a moment, loud and unrepentant despite the fact the door isn't that thick; he circles his hips and rides Hiccup when his tapered cock rubs firmly against Jack's nerves, shamelessly spreading his legs further. He was right about it feeling different, the scaled ridges press apart against his soft walls in preparation for the rest of a thickening girth.

Jack claws through Hiccup's hair, kissing his way down his husband's chest to scrape his teeth over this and that scale, hips in a constant state of motion as Jack, noisy and appreciative, puts a thousand years alone out of his mind. ]

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