icy: where are my eyes. (I am so baked right now.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-09-30 11:07 am (UTC)

Ah, ahh ... I-I'm not, but I will be.

[ Panting as a tongue slides over his kiss-swollen lips and up to a sensitive ear, he shoves at Hiccup's hips to keep them still and, on wobbly legs, backs off between a spread pair of thighs that he quickly divests of all clothing, yanking underwear and the rest to lock around Hiccup's knees.

Wrapping an arm around the older man's waist, Jack tells himself he can commit Hiccup's cock to memory later as he guides the thick length past his soft lips, rubbing heat inches down him as he begins to suck. His free hand keeps the root stimulated, the ring of a thumb and forefinger butting against his stretched kiss on each descending bob, again and again, cheeks hollowing.

He has to make up for losing his self-control; wants to, just to prove he can be a good lover. Better than Hiccup deserves. ]

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