pookabox | just hold on we're going home (for icy)

[He hadn't seen his husband in a few days, something that makes him worry if he screwed up again. It was ridiculous of course, Jack would need to leave to spread winter at times, and he'd never missed him this much as a kid, but spend a thousand years in a magical coma and you would have the same fears that Hiccup does. So when he wakes one morning to see a note on his dresser in the workshop saying 'come home' in a familiar scrawl, Hiccup has to blink sleep from his eyes before he stares at it in puzzlement.

What was even home anymore? Was it the workshop, busy as it was with elves and yetis and North's hospitality? Hiccup had yet to decipher what home meant now.

He had an inkling though.

When he and Toothless reach the dark interiors of the old sanctuary, it's quiet, no longer teeming with the noise of dragons or young playing around. There's a dripping noise somewhere in the distance, Hiccup placing his hand on Toothless' neck before telling his best friend to go find something to do as he starts walking towards the entrance to the old den.

Their den.

Their home.]

Jack?

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[ Hums morph into growls of his own as they fuck, stifled gasps knocked out of him again and again, nails running down his husband's back. It feels like nothing Jack has ever known to let Hiccup take him, melting his ice and turning him into a shameless whore with legs never spread wide enough and cries of a single name mingled with pleas for More, more, yes, fuck me, yes. He knows what Hiccup likes, most importantly, and tightens up as a knot starts to form so he can feel the way Jack wants so badly to belong to him, to be mated with, that he can't pull him deep enough. ]

Hiccup, Hiccup, oh, Hic ... [ Jack's hips buckle into a hand, his hips caught between grinding back over a knot to try and lodge Hiccup as far as possible past his entrance and rocking up into a fist that makes his expression break into helpless pieces. ] Oh, God, God, Hic! Fill me up like that, yes, yes!

[He loves the feeling of those nails down his back, the sound of his name being called by his mate in a series of wanton moans. His knot settles into its space, claimed long ago and reclaimed just now, the feeling of Jack's insides squeezing around his length making his head throw back, auburn tresses falling down his shoulders, mouth open slightly.

Hiccup's pace slows to a rock, unable to do much else without tearing his husband to shreds. His dick remains trapped in there by a slick dampness, walls clamping down on him and his own knot, making him push against that spot that will leave his winter sprite little more than a quivering mess.]

Like this, Jack? Is this how you want it?

[His hand swivels around a cold cock, pumping as his free had finds Jack's chest and splays across it, leaning in and down to capture Jack's lips in a strong kiss, grazing along his cheek and letting hot breath ghost across his skin after.]

I'm gonna come, I won't last. [ He cries out as he grinds over Hiccup's long, scaled cock with urgent bucks, tear-tracks running down his temples as his own erection starts to twitch and spasm with the force of a knot pressing him so widely open and a thick crown rubbing so forcefully over his prostate, whimpers pouring into the kiss apologetically. ] Don't let me come, don't let me, I don't wanna do it yet.

[ It's been too long since he had this, mad for it and rubbing his forehead against a cheek as he trembles. ]

M-Make it fast. Please. [ His teeth find the tip of a pointed ear and bite down demandingly as he groans. ] Don't hold back, be rough with me.

As my husband wishes.

[Hiccup lets go of Jack's cock at the demand to not come, turning his head to press a kiss to a cheek as he feels his mate tremble in his arms. His hands take hold of hips, thumbs resting over a pelvis as he nuzzles against the side of Jack's head as his own hips snap forward, rolling to brush the thick head of his cock against Jack's prostate again and again.

The pace would almost be brutal if Hiccup didn't know when to pull back enough to lessen the impact, didn't know when to slow his thrusts down to a light grinding, pushing his dick as far as it would go. His balls slap against Jack's ass, and he rearranges Jack so that he can take him deeper, if possible. Draconic teeth bite at his bottom lip, drawing him in for a soul searing kiss.]

[ He loses the ability to form actual words as soon as Hiccup sets to fucking him into a mindless, Jack-shaped flame, ice completely dissolved into the furs and lilac blushes rising all over a lean body. The kiss is wet with happy tears as they move together, high-pitched noises shoved out of him quickly by the huge cock rutting into his ass, locked there almost indefinitely.

It turns out that Hiccup doesn't need to touch Jack's erection to make him come; it happens near-seamlessly and his expression hardly changes except for a stuttered note of relief and surprise. He spills thick cold waves over his own stomach as Hiccup pounds him, gripping auburn hair to keep their lips pressed together, and the orgasm doesn't stop when Jack's come thins out, not with Hiccup rubbing over his pleasure center in a channel that becomes tight enough for him to really need that extra force. ]

[He brings a hand up to brush at the tears spilling down cheeks, murmuring a shushing noise against lilac lips, swallowing each of those high pitched noises as he lips at Jack's mouth with lazy, soft kisses. He wants to peck each of those lilac blushes, revering his husband, but he's interrupted in the beginning of his quest by the sudden spill of cold come between them.

Hiccup presses a kiss to Jack's hair line at his temple, murmuring 'good boy' as his hips jerk effortlessly in a mindless rut. His cock slides along Jack's insides like it was made for him, wanton and wet and more than capable of keeping his knot in place, scales brushing sensitive areas.]

[ 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. ]

[His nose smells the scent of sex and Jack and the nest and it sends a chill of nostalgia through him, remembering a time when the smell wouldn't go away, would be stuck to him until he bathed and they had sex again and again. He remembered days spent just laying here worshiping his husband in a lazy way, lipping his neck and drawing fingers up along his flesh, testing where he could leave lilac presses.

The nails make him hiss as he ruts mindlessly, his pace slowing when he hears that from his husband. For a moment Hiccup's face is nothing but shock and awe that Jack would want that, the emotions melting into a soft smile as he nuzzles his mate gratefully, pressing his forehead against a cool one.]

I can wait. It doesn't have to be right now, Jack.

[ His laughter is shaken by Hiccup's thrusts, even slowed, and he nuzzles back lovingly, giving him more nails clawing tracks down his shoulders to help Hiccup speed back up. ]

Obviously, but some day.

[ He drops back against the furs and drapes his arms around his head, offering him his neck with an arch that rubs his crown of mussed hair against the furs. His ass is numb with pleasure, Jack's smile never leaving him for one moment, each swallow and lick of lips sending his throat working. ]

You feel so good, you always do ...

Someday.

[Someday there'll be the pitter patter of little feet around the den, Hiccup imagines with a smile, obeying the nails on his back and speeding up his thrusts again. Childish giggles followed by Jack's own laughter, his husband stopping to smile blissfully at him, exhilarated like he gets from playing with other children.

He tucks the thought away for now, concentrating on the task at hand. The neck offered to him looks tantalizing, and he leans down at the invitation to nip and suck along its length, his thrusts never slowing. Hiccup rotates his hips, brushing against that one spot as much as he can with the thick head of his cock.]

You feel amazing, Jack. Swallowing me up. You were made for me. Made for this.

[His release is abrupt, a nip to his neck before he bites down the only warning Jack is going to get as he comes. Thick ropes burst from his cock, flooding around it as he rocks over his husband.]

just hold on we're going home (for icy)

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