icy: enjoy your evening. (i'll be the judge of that.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-09-17 09:00 pm (UTC)

[ Two fingers are almost nothing, practically a standard for the prep they do, a third making him gasp but doing nothing to slow the cant of lean hips as Jack puts some force into the swing of it. It's only when they pull away that he makes a noise of displeasure, both hands leaping immediately to massage in the lube and melted ice all down a thick cock as Jack nibbles on a jaw, Hiccup's breath tickling his ear.

The wriggling hips are guided down, a chuckle unable to be stifled at how eagerly Jack's husband wants this. He moans softly into a pointed ear as he all but pulls Hiccup's cockhead past his tight entrance, gripping the root with possessive demanding. ]


Let me feel every inch of you, big boy.

[ Snickers have to fight for dominance with filthy wanton noises that leave his throat as he coaxes Hiccup down and in, a cold tongue laving at the scales on an ear-tip. ]

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