icy: your skin makes me cry. (you're just like an angel.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-09-30 08:12 pm (UTC)

[ Laughter intersperses with the high-pitched noises he makes as Hiccup beckons him lower and holding off, his grip on Hiccup's shoulders joined by a second hand once the cock stretching Jack out feels comfortably enough seated. ]

H-Hold on, go slow. It's not like w-with a woman, gimme some time. Mmph ...

[ Although it feels far, far more incredible than anyone else he's ever ridden; Hiccup is large enough to touch all the erogenous places that keep Jack moaning thinly but it's not too much, not painful like he could be. It's work to try and take him without proper prep but not impossible, as evidenced by the hard-on rubbing up against Hiccup's stomach, stiff and slick.

Jack grins as he hears You minx, breathy and broken as he eases down inch by inch, ass rocking gingerly. He doesn't care if he's giving a show, all that matters is the way it feels. ]


You feel so good, Hiccup, so hot ...

[ Literally; he has Jack sweating, white hair sticking to his temples and forehead, slicking his thighs. This lazy fucking on Hiccup's couch can last forever, as far as he's concerned. ]

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