Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (
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pookabox2014-09-14 12:41 pm
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just hold on we're going home (for
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[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?
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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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 ...
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[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.]