[ Drawn up like that, gathered back into his lap, Jack fails to care that his jeans are ruined all over and he reeks of sex, sticky with spit and ejaculate in shining streaks as he and Hiccup make out like teenagers who could own the world if it was bordered by this very couch. Gasps and groans mingle throughout the slow, intense kiss, knees squeezing around hips. He gives a whimper of Yes when he feels Hiccup start to move underneath him again, still riled even after coming and eagerly yanking his own jeans lower around splayed thighs to roll the bare heat of an ass over the line of a spent cock with a sigh. Skin on skin is unbelievable, moving over him with soft cheeks and a firmly planted weight. ]

I love you, I do. [ It's so obvious, anyway, and Jack always wears his heart on his sleeve. Why bother pretending otherwise? He threads his fingers through Hiccup's hair more gently this time around, a happy sob catching in his throat as he confesses in a hushed rush into the lurid kiss. ] You can tell me all about yourself later and fill in all the blanks, but I love you already. I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you, it hit me like a truck and I fell so hard.

[ I want you is rasped along the line of a jaw, rocking his hips without an ounce of tiredness. Jack might sound dreamily distracted, but his focus is entirely on his teacher. His Hiksti. ]

It was love at first sight, I'm sorry. [ A sceptic until he saw Hiccup, Jack clings to him. ] I know, I know, it's weird. It's ...