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[ He could get off just from kissed Hiccup if he did it for long enough, although thankfully there's no need to just now. Jack automatically knows when to hold on around a neck as Hiccup tips him back, assisting him with the arranging of his long legs so they can rut together easily and the full length of his husband's cock rubs him deeper than he's been touched in centuries, Jack's grip on the pillows around his head serving as a brace. Locked together by a swollen knot, it still feels incredible and Jack gasps through a fracturing moan as Hiccup murmurs over his lips, too blissed out and distracted by getting fucked to kiss. ]

I l-love you, I always h-have.

[ Hiccup is Jack's other half, after all. They fit together in so many intricate ways that it's impossible to live alone anymore. ]