[ Jack's moans filter over the fingers that rub his lips apart, licking at knuckles with aching sighs of completion every time Hiccup's body reconnects with his own. Caged in by bent arms, he kisses him wherever he can and squeezes around a waist with lean, muscled thighs, helping to ride his husband. ]

I know, I know you would, I love you for that. I'd do the same, Hic, I'd freeze everything for you, the whole world.

[ He would become the Bad Guy for Hiccup if he needed to, it wouldn't matter. Jack grasps at shaggy auburn locks as they move as one, pulling him in with a heel digging under the seam of an cheek. It's a blistering kind of heat that fogs his higher-plane of thinking, reducing the winter spirit to simply yearning for his mate, Jack's voice cracking when sharpened teeth find his throat. ]

Yours, I'm yours ...