icy: how to feel. (they try to tell me.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-09-30 01:23 pm (UTC)

Oh, I get to pop your cherry, [ he jokes, his playfulness returning in full force with his confidence, ] that's nice. I'm honored.

[ He reaches behind to steer the root of a big cock to where the tip needs to be, raising up slightly on his knees, draping his other arm over Hiccup's shoulder and pushes him back into the cushioning. A soft kiss is planted over his lips, and then Jack bites his own. ]

Like this ...

[ With his palm hugging the underside of Hiccup's shaft, he lets gravity do most of the work as his eyes shutter and close, lips parting on a gut-deep moan; a thick crown stretches him wide at first, hips pumping back and forth to get his hole to accept Hiccup's girth, and with a faint, inaudible pop Jack feels the thickest part of Hiccup slide home as the resistance gives. ]

F-Fuck, okay. [ Breathless and completely pliant with limbs made abruptly of dough instead of flesh and bone, Jack sinks down further and tips back his head on a shaken cry. ] Hiksti, ah. Ah ...

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