[ Flexible enough that it doesn't bother him to be bent double, the pressure on the backs of his knees keeps him pinned to the bed as Hiccup starts a slow pace. The friction is delicious as it forces Jack to take a wider length than he remembers, the distortion of memory always seeming worse whenever he finally gets to join with him again. Which, of course, only makes it so much better to have the real thing back. ]
Good, it's really good ...
[ He runs his fingers through Hiccup's hair, heart falling to pieces as he gazes up at him, shifting with their rocking. ]
Think we'll be doing this in another thousand years?
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Good, it's really good ...
[ He runs his fingers through Hiccup's hair, heart falling to pieces as he gazes up at him, shifting with their rocking. ]
Think we'll be doing this in another thousand years?