yo :>

[The fear that he feels from the dropping of her stomach makes him moan roughly against her skin, fingers grazing her innermost walls before they're jarred out of her by her fight for dominance. Hiccup presses both of his hands down firmly at her sides, almost threateningly, then uses his leverage over her to scoop her up and roll to the side, placing her just below his stomach, fingers tight on her thighs.

Hiccup shifts his legs, drawing them up to give her something to press back against. The smirk on his lips is positively wicked, twisted as he leans up, moves back, pressing his shoulders against the rocky walls of the den to support himself. She be in danger of slipping down if he hadn't had a strong grip on her, and he grinds his cock, loose from pants that were shifted down due to his scooting back, along the cleft of her ass.]

Your move, princess.