[He follows the slanting of their weight, cradling Jack's lower half with one of his arms and nuzzling close to his neck. Shifting a cushion, he rests it under Jack's head, looming over him in the small space of the couch. His blood runs warm through his veins, heart pounding in his ears as he looks down at his student, lifting one leg to rest it around his waist. They're still joined, and Hiccup experimentally pulls out and pushes back in, tossing his hair back away from his face so it doesn't get in his eyes as he looks at his lover.]
How's that?
[He gives another couple of experimental thrusts, a slow rut in and out of the younger man.]
no subject
How's that?
[He gives another couple of experimental thrusts, a slow rut in and out of the younger man.]