[It pants out of him before his cock tastes air, his jeans and underwear brushing down over it deliciously in a way that makes him shiver as his knees are spread. He remembers this, remembers a blonde head down there instead as they tried to rekindle what was left of a dying relationship. Jack's mouth is different, swallowing him down like a greedy whore whose daily meals consist of cock after cock.
Hiccup tilts his head back against the couch, fingers stretching around thin air before one finds the cushions and the other, slick with come, slides into white hair. Jack sucks him like he's been doing it forever, and his cock twitches inside the warm mouth surrounding it. His lashes flutter closed, breathing heavy, cheeks pink as his mouth hangs open in a small circle. His torso twinges, hand gliding through soft white hair and pulling it back from a pretty face.
All he can imagine is fucking Jack over his desk, the door locked, class finished. Those moans he swallows earlier are falling from a wanton mouth calling his name, bone white fingers clawing at the edges of his desk.]
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[It pants out of him before his cock tastes air, his jeans and underwear brushing down over it deliciously in a way that makes him shiver as his knees are spread. He remembers this, remembers a blonde head down there instead as they tried to rekindle what was left of a dying relationship. Jack's mouth is different, swallowing him down like a greedy whore whose daily meals consist of cock after cock.
Hiccup tilts his head back against the couch, fingers stretching around thin air before one finds the cushions and the other, slick with come, slides into white hair. Jack sucks him like he's been doing it forever, and his cock twitches inside the warm mouth surrounding it. His lashes flutter closed, breathing heavy, cheeks pink as his mouth hangs open in a small circle. His torso twinges, hand gliding through soft white hair and pulling it back from a pretty face.
All he can imagine is fucking Jack over his desk, the door locked, class finished. Those moans he swallows earlier are falling from a wanton mouth calling his name, bone white fingers clawing at the edges of his desk.]