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[He has no care for the thickness of the door, nor for anyone that might be passing by the room. There might be a bolt put on it later to stop people from coming in accidentally, but for now he puts his concentration and effort into pleasing his husband. Hiccup runs his nails along pale skin, tilting his head up into hands clawing his hair and moaning at the teeth running over his scales. They don't flake off like he thought they would when brushed.

Hiccup rocks in time with his mate, feeling his cock try to reach depths that were nigh impossible. He tilts his head down, pressing his mouth openly to the crook of Jack's shoulder and biting down, sharp teeth digging into skin, marking and claiming him.]