[ A soft noise ekes out of him when he feels nails on his skin, hips buckling of their own volition. He soon catches the quaver and rocks down slightly just to ease the ache of a slow-burn attraction, praying there's not going to be any quick changes of heart once he's hard. And he will get hard, Jack believes in nothing right now so much as that. ]

Is ... What's your real name? [ He looks uncertain whether he should ask, not wanting to offend but having what feels like very good cause to check. ] People call you Hiccup, but is that ... ? It's fine if it is, it's kind of cute. Sorry, I keep saying that about you.