[Hiccup gently slides Jack's pants down from his hips, putting spindly legs into the air in order to be able to take them off so that he can touch all of his mate. His own pants follow soon after, leaving them skin on skin, groins brushing as he press his lips back for another kiss, only being broken when Jack asks him to open him up like that. Hiccup's eyes flare with desire, and he lets his husband squirt some of the liquid onto his fingers.]
You'll tell me if it hurts, right?
[Immortal or not, it's still been a while, and Jack is still getting used to his dick again. Hiccup slides his middle finger in, pushing past a ring of muscle and all the way to the first knuckle, sinking into a wonderful dampness that reminds him of so many days spent in here.]
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You'll tell me if it hurts, right?
[Immortal or not, it's still been a while, and Jack is still getting used to his dick again. Hiccup slides his middle finger in, pushing past a ring of muscle and all the way to the first knuckle, sinking into a wonderful dampness that reminds him of so many days spent in here.]