[ His own dick gives a throb of feeling when he feels Hiccup riding underneath him, pawing up Hiccup's long arms and down his chest as Jack pushes kisses all over a throat and collar-bone, eager and adoring. He doesn't expect to hear any confessions back; it's enough just to have his own acknowledged. Accepted, sort of.
His smile, when he leans up to take Hiccup's cheeks in his hands, is brilliantly white and brimming with glee, the intense relief palpable on the way he sucks on a tongue, matching their rhythms above and below. ]
Fuck me bareback? [ His voice purrs, lips squashed and roaming over Hiccup's, a tongue flicking out now and then. ] I'm clean, I swear. I'd never hurt you. Never.
[ The hands on his hips are erotic, so much so that Jack isn't sure if he has the self-governance to insist on a bed; they're fine here, and he's been fucked raw with less. ]
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His smile, when he leans up to take Hiccup's cheeks in his hands, is brilliantly white and brimming with glee, the intense relief palpable on the way he sucks on a tongue, matching their rhythms above and below. ]
Fuck me bareback? [ His voice purrs, lips squashed and roaming over Hiccup's, a tongue flicking out now and then. ] I'm clean, I swear. I'd never hurt you. Never.
[ The hands on his hips are erotic, so much so that Jack isn't sure if he has the self-governance to insist on a bed; they're fine here, and he's been fucked raw with less. ]