pookabox | i like your messy hair, i like the clothes you wear

i like your messy hair, i like the clothes you wear

[ A week passes with two spirits and one human as residents of the enormous Workshop, dining with North whenever he appears out of his office but generally doing their own thing in the meantime. Jack flies off now and again to spread snow and wintry cheer, tactfully letting Dave and Hiccup some time to get to know each other now that both of them are rubbing along better than could have been hoped. He hasn't seen much of either of them separately, so Hiccup wandering the Workshop corridors far below Jack (where he sits atop the Globe playing with a puzzlebox) in the new clothes the winter spirit procured for him from a high street store a couple of days ago, is definitely a head-turner.

Oh no, he's hot. Hotter.

Hiccup looks not entirely unlike the way he does in his flight-suit, only ... casual, cut and shaped into modern-day clothing in a way that has Jack staring (fitted brown leather jacket, bottle-green leather pants with laces up the sides so they can be adjusted to those skinny legs), puzzlebox dropped forgotten atop the North Pole as he sweeps down to land in front of him. He drapes his staff over a shoulder as he hops onto the carpet, a hand stuffing inside his hoodie pocket as he ducks his head with a greeting smile. ]

So where've you been all morning, lazybones? It's almost noon.

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Oh, you're staying? For how long?

[ The teasing nuzzles along the scruff of a jaw-line, coarse hairs scratching his own smooth skin. Jack slides his free hand down Hiccup's chest, seeking out the bumps of muscle and dips of tendons as he caresses his way down to a navel. ]

Seconds, minutes ... ?

I was thinking a few hours.

[Taut skin ripples under seeking fingers, his head tilting back to allow his husband more room for nuzzles. Hiccup smooths his hands down along arms, humming in contentment as he rocked, moving his hips against the touch above his navel.]

If you'll have me.

[ He gives a leather-clad crotch a squeeze, only briefly, before he angles his staff inside the room to rest it against the inside wall, propped up. That leaves him free to run both his palms up over warm muscle and warmer scales, hairs skimming through his knuckles as Jack rides his hands right up over broad pecs, then a pair of shoulders to hook around his neck. ]

I'll think about it.

[ His kiss is quick, darting in to stop any further comebacks. Crouched as he is, he has the momentum to rock his belt over Hiccup's stomach and nudge him to make room for Jack to come inside, or else to lift him off his perch. ]

[His hips rock forward almost on automatic into the squeeze of his crotch, purring appreciatively as his stomach flexes under flighty fingers. Hiccup brings his own hands down, down, down, sliding along sides, hips and thighs before he cups them underneath Jack. The sprite is lifted effortlessly into his arms, returning the quick kiss as he backpedals into the room, not bothering to close the window.]

Only think?

[It's murmured against thin lips, kissing them again before grazing his mouth up a baby fine jaw, different from his own, to nip at an earlobe teasingly.]

[ Delighted to be hefted into Hiccup's arms, he squirms under every touch and hums into their every kiss right until he surrenders his smooth jawline to a roaming mouth. It's different to how things are with Dave, but good too, waves of nostalgia crashing over him as a moan works its way out of his throat. ]

Test-ride ... ?

Test ride.

[His response is murmured against a throat he can feel vibrate with the moan rippling from Jack, feeling himself swept away by memories of doing the same thing in their den, carrying Jack to furs in his arms. He's reminded of his fuck up a few days ago, but he has no intention of dragging Jack through a hoard of yetis in his arms.

No, they're going to stay right here and relearn each other.]

[ All his frustrations sink into Hiccup's hair with the hand that turns it, crashing a hungry kiss into place unlike any other so far, tongue sweeping in possessively to reclaim his husband's heat. Jack's breathing turns exclusively nasal, leading every savoring moan, and he presses in against him as tightly as he can, hands restless.

Messy kisses, that's all they are, with the previous sweetness buried deep underneath layers of aching want. They've been apart for so long, all Jack needs to complete himself again is Hiccup deep inside. ]

Please ...

[Hiccup misses messy kisses as much as he misses the sweet ones, responding to the hand tangling into his hair. Cold enters his mouth and he sucks on it like the blocks of ice he used during summers, swallowing every moan that comes from it as he carries Jack over to the bed, spreading him out on it to free his hands up.

One of his hands snakes under a hoodie as his mouth leaves his mate's, turning into harder kisses down a slim neck that leave behind bite marks, reclaiming his husband. The urgency in Jack's voice makes him pause, hand sliding to a stomach as he leans up and back, hair messy, lips puffy and parted.]

Do you...have any lube?

[ The second the bed hits his back it's so much better, so much easier to touch all of the skin on offer as the sting of bites on his neck send all his blood south. He can feel teeth bruising him ...

Jack nods through a gasp when his throat is relinquished and squeezes the hand on his stomach, glancing briefly to the bedside table. ]

Top drawer, in the hand-towel.

[ He kept freezing it accidentally when he wanted to jerk off. Whoops. ]

[Hiccup nods, kissing the bite marks he was trying desperately not to tear his teeth into and leans over Jack, fumbling for the drawer. It takes a couple of tries but eventually he has the lube in his hand, leaving the drawer opened since he can't be bothered to shut it as he kisses Jack, teeth nipping at a bottom lip.]

I don't want to hurt you. [He mumbles the words against his husband's mouth, setting the lube to the side for now.] It's been a while.

[It's been a while but he remembers exactly how thick and long his cock can get, and gods know what other changes have gone on while he was asleep. Hiccup kisses a jaw, then returns his attention to Jack's neck, hand slipping up to spread across a chest.]

It's fine.

[ Nodding along to show he gets it, he gets it, just do it, his inner monologuing runs buried under far more urgent physical urges, like yanking open Hiccup's fastenings and shoving two slender cold hands beneath his new-age boxers to take out his cock. The moan Jack gives once he has him is one that cracks free from his bitten throat like a homing call, turning his head to seek out a stifling kiss as he tugs on his husband's cock from base to tip, relearning the ridges and length with every sweaty-palmed stroke. ]

Don't worry about me, I'm stronger.

[ And more focused on thrusting his tongue down Hiccup's throat as he gives him an impatient handjob. ]

I'm always going to worry about you.

[The cold hands wrapped around his cock should be a turn off but the cold just turns him on more, always has since he was a teenager. The tip of his cock is curved now, not rounded like it should be, scales speckling the skin like bumpy ridges. Hiccup's eyes close as they kiss, rolling his hips with a hum in his throat, swallowing the tongue that comes for him as he humps into Jack's hands, his own dropping from under the hoodie to tug at the drawstring of suede pants.

The mattress feels better but weird, the sheets under him even moreso, but he ignores it in favor of concentrating on his husband. Hiccup tugs at the sides of Jack's pants, resisting the urge to rip them off as he slides them along hips and thighs and legs. He reaches, taking hold of a cold dick that's so familiar, stroking from root to tip with a warm palm.]

That's why I love you.

[ Even while distracted by a hot tongue, his interest perks at the changes to Hiccup's organ, thumbing firmly around the curve of the tip and all over the ridges. A trembling breath pours into his husband's mouth with a gasp when Hiccup takes hold of Jack, and he quickly brings their hands together to be able to rub against him directly; his eyes roll up, perfect white teeth bite a lip on a groan. ]

Fuck. What're you gonna feel like inside of me ...

[ However Jack's imagination fills in the blanks, it makes his dick twitch right at the root of a thick vein and precome pour out over Hiccup's fingers, a thin whine rising to fill the room. ]

So soon?

[He chuckles breathlessly against Jack's mouth, his thumb swirling the precome around the tip of Jack's cock, hand sinking around the base of his cock and stroking all the way to the tip. He strokes a couple more times for good measure before pulling his hand away, fingers seeking out the lube he'd put to the side.

Uncapping and squirting some of the stuff on his fingers, he kisses his husband deeply. He trails his fingers along the underside of his dick and balls, sliding down to poke one at a puckered entrance. A small flicker of jealousy leaves him when he realizes Dave must have been here, but it only makes him more determined to make this feel good. He slips a finger in, easily done with the lube, before his index follows in when he feels it's good enough.]

Hic, I dunno if you've noticed, but your dick's gotten m-more, ah, more dragonish.

[ His breathing hitches with whines as he's fingered open, reluctant to let go of him completely and fisting around the tip of a tapered cock. His other arm slides up to hook around Hiccup's neck, bracing Jack against being shoved too far up the bed with each invasive thrust of fingers. He helps that by rocking his hips down, pants getting kicked off as best he can manage and hoodie bunched up his chest. ]

I noticed.

[It was kinda hard not to since it was attached to his body. Hiccup somehow manages to get his own pants fully off with just a hand, the laces on the sides already loosened thanks to Jack, before he goes back to concentrating on the task at hand. It's kind of amusing to him that his husband is so eager to have something like his cock inside him.

He swivels his fingers around, stretching and scissoring this way and that before he slips a third in. There's no way to tell whether Jack will be fully ready, and Hiccup is too impatient to continue preparation. He withdraws his hand with a squelch, slicking the remaining lube along his dick, sliding his fingers to take hold of Jack's, sweeping the hand off to the side as he presses closer, kissing his husband with urgency.]

Okay, well, if you sprout wings right now, I told you so.

[ Laughing briefly, he cries out as three fingers stretch him impatiently, baring his teeth against the deep-set ache this leaves in his ass already. When all of them drag out Jack yelps, grasping at the fingers twining through his own and clinging to a fistful of ruddy hair throughout the kiss.

He pushes at him, urging him off and onto his knees. ]

Back, get back, you're too big, I need to be on your lap. [ Desperate he might be, but he isn't without his wits. Not yet. ] Kneel back and let me get on top of you, then I can take you faster.

I don't think I'll get wings. Yet anyway.

[It's said teasingly, even as he groans with disappointment, sitting back when demande, splaying one of his hands out behind him and tugging Jack into his lap, kissing him eagerly. He'll take it back of he does get wings, but the sleeping seems to have sped up any evolution he might have had over the years.

His cock twitches in the air, the lump of his knot starting to show as he leans in, nipping at an earlobe, dragging kisses down his husband's jaw.]

[ Good, he thinks, I want to be able to hold you in my arms a little longer.

The groan gets a poke in the side, shortly followed up by the grip on Hiccup's shoulder as Jack crawls over him, kissing him hard as he reaches back to find that erect cock and press the slightly curled tip against his slick hole, letting gravity sink him a couple of inches and pour his cries into Hiccup's mouth. Jack brings both hands around to hold onto him and gradually lets his legs either side of Hiccup bend, lowering himself over the thicker, ridged length as fast as he can.

He stops halfway, panting into Hiccup's mouth urgently and pawing the back of his neck. His ear tingles with former nips from an overbite. ]

Make me yours again, but don't come until I say.

[He swallows the cries down into his throat as he groans his own, feeling the way Jack's walls brush against the scales along his cock, hands coming up to cup thighs gently. His thumbs roll around the curve of bone at his hips as he sinks in, resisting the urge to buck up and finish burying himself into his husband. His body feels warmer than ever despite the cold cradled against his chest and pressing around him, flicking his tongue up into a mouth to dance along perfect teeth.

The girth of his bloated dick is starting to expand, the fat vein at the underside throbbing with want. The command makes him pause, tilting his head to kiss at a collarbone.]

As my husband commands.

[Hiccup practically purrs the words out, licking at at the bone under his mouth before he nips at the skin as he slowly, gently, pushes the rest of his cock into Jack, groaning lewdly into the flesh of his neck.]

[ Open-mouthed kisses allow each lick to glide under lips and over teeth, dancing in the air on panted breaths. Jack has to give up even those as Hiccup sinks the rest of the way inside, Jack's ass aching keenly as he trembles on top of his huge dick. When fully-seated, he sobs against a cheek and hugs him tightly, forcing himself to grind down so that a familiar knot has somewhere to grow; he doesn't want to lose an inch of him, even if there are more than he remembers. ]

Hiccup, Hic ...

[ But he's stronger now, pliable in ways only time could advance his endurance, so when a bite is given to Hiccup's throat and Jack begins to rock, whispering, Mine, you're mine, you don't leave me, it's not in total discomfort. ]

[He feels those trembles and cradles Jack closer, one of his hands sliding up to the middle of his back. Walls that once stretched around him easily are harder to penetrate, centuries apart to blame. He doesn't think of that right now though, not with those sweet, possessive words whispering in his ears as a body rocks over him, his hips jerking up every now and then to meet Jack's rocks.

The room feels stifling despite their enduring body temperatures, a dampness wafting over him that's familiar just like every inch of his husband as his knot expands, trapping him inside. The slim tip of his cock brushes against a bundle of nerves, groaning into Jack's ear. He's not going anywhere, not now not ever again.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ The new bolt on the door later will have to be properly christened when it goes up. The scrape of nails along pale skin leave stripes in their wake, answered by the mouthing of a scale near a nipple. Jack freezes (not literally, fortunately) when a bite secures on his shoulder and cries out, fingers scrabbling to repay the pain-come-pleasure in the return of an ice-burn back over his mark on Hiccup's inner thigh.

Two can play at that game.

Even though it tears fangs into his skin, he knows he'll heal and starts to bounce atop his husband's lap as best he can, knotted and secure from above and below by a mouth and cock. Even after all this time, Hiccup has an eager and devoted mate. ]

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