icy: all night long. (we can go skating.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-08-13 09:02 pm (UTC)

[ He can always tell when Hiccup loses his control and holds him throughout, the hot come that fills Jack up getting him squirming with whines freely pouring out as his insides warm up against their very nature, delirious with the high of Hiccup's orgasm right after his own. He kisses all over his lover's hair and an available ear, murmuring his approval with whisper and whimpers.

It all leaves him in a rush when Hiccup pulls out at last, a knot shrunken to nothing and his cock once more thin enough to slide free. Jack buries his face against a collar-bone when hauled in, thighs squirming as he adjusts to the sudden, alarming vacancy in his ass, small gasps parting over freckled skin.

He feels loved, nodding his assent. His sweet boy is grown and changed, but still ever so adoring. Jack isn't sure what he's done to deserve this kind of time-tested love. ]


I love you, Hiccup.

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