[The purr of 'so impatient' in his native tongue rolls off easily even though he's barely spoken to anyone in it in years, aside from Pitch and Astrid on occasion when they had spoken to each other. Her hair is the only thing brighter than his eyes in the darkness, and part of him (the fearling hissing in his head) wants to smother it in shadows, but at the same time he's drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
His fingers start moving against her sex through her underwear, even as he feels her unbuckle his belt and the buckle slap against the front of his thigh. Hiccup leans forward again, as his hand slips under her knickers, the heat of her desire meeting his fingertips. He rubs his hips against her hands, rutting against nothing like an animal in heat and he delves his fingers past her clit, brushing over it purposefully.]
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[The purr of 'so impatient' in his native tongue rolls off easily even though he's barely spoken to anyone in it in years, aside from Pitch and Astrid on occasion when they had spoken to each other. Her hair is the only thing brighter than his eyes in the darkness, and part of him (the fearling hissing in his head) wants to smother it in shadows, but at the same time he's drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
His fingers start moving against her sex through her underwear, even as he feels her unbuckle his belt and the buckle slap against the front of his thigh. Hiccup leans forward again, as his hand slips under her knickers, the heat of her desire meeting his fingertips. He rubs his hips against her hands, rutting against nothing like an animal in heat and he delves his fingers past her clit, brushing over it purposefully.]