icy: you're in my head. (conversations.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-09-30 08:38 pm (UTC)

[ The fingers trailing around his neck make him shiver, as do the lips roaming down his chest. ]

Tha-That's it, oh God. You're in. [ Fully spitted on the long cock in Hiccup's lap, Jack tugs on auburn hair to get him back up, wanting his mouth for reassurance. ] Kiss me. Please.

[ His breathing hitches as he flexes his ass, stroking Hiccup without really moving, the walls around a come-slippery shaft tightening in a squeeze, again and again as Jack's body starts to accept he's staying put. He digs his knees into the couch and rocks back and forth without pulling off, groaning sharply as his sinuous, slim hips seek out the best way to move; lap-dancing has never been so important in his sex-life before.

It's only when his arms tense and brace around Hiccup's neck that Jack starts to ride him properly with shaky-legged enthusiasm from his bent thighs, the filthiest noises imaginable pouring into their kisses. It's so good that he even tries for a little levity, flashing him a smirk. ]


Sir ...

[ He doesn't have to call him that, no, but he does. He respects Hiccup as a lover and a teacher, so why not combine the both to have a little fun? ]

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