[ You have no idea how happy that makes me. He has an inkling, he doesn't say. Jack can't, in fact, say much of anything, just because its difficult to form actual words while getting fucked out of his mind. He nods along though, desperate to have Hiccup understand he's right there with him, he gets it; You were made for me too, says the rasp of his nails along a shoulder. Mine, mine, mine.
He cries out as Hiccup lifts his hips over his own, a grunt echoed by a strangled, silent yell that snaps off brittle shards now and then with every other thrust. There's no change when Jack comes, nothing save the tightening of his well-fucked ass and sudden spurting from his cock trapped between them, and the high doesn't seem to die down one he's emptied his load all over his own chest.
Hiccup is clung to and words of love are poured into an ear, his mate and husband and match curling around him lovingly. ]
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He cries out as Hiccup lifts his hips over his own, a grunt echoed by a strangled, silent yell that snaps off brittle shards now and then with every other thrust. There's no change when Jack comes, nothing save the tightening of his well-fucked ass and sudden spurting from his cock trapped between them, and the high doesn't seem to die down one he's emptied his load all over his own chest.
Hiccup is clung to and words of love are poured into an ear, his mate and husband and match curling around him lovingly. ]