icy: what this is gonna be. (not sure.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-09-20 08:28 pm (UTC)

[ The praise touches him as deeply as their love-making, clinging to him as he continues to ride Hiccup's sizeable girth. Hushed, a nuzzle finds its way to the underside of a neck where he fastens a sucking, biting kiss to claim Hiccup in return, and Jack rakes his nails firmly enough down down a spine to leave angry red scratches for later. He smells of nothing but Hiccup, Hiccup and the nest, come and sex and sweat like he never had a life before tonight began. ]

O-One day, [ he gasps, his voice a ragged sigh of completion into an ear, ] I'm — I'm gonna f-figure out how to — ah! Ah.

[ Keening as scales stroke his walls without relent, Jack babbles quickly. ]

How to have your young. S-Somehow.

[ He isn't sure he wants to carry them himself, but he very much wants them to have a child purely of their own. They have forever to wait until mortal science catches up with magic to help them out; Jack can be patient. ]

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