[Make every second count. Hiccup plans on doing just that, pulling his squirming student against him and proceeding to fuck him in earnest, hips lifted high so his legs can wrap around his waist. He cradled Jack close, like if he let go the younger man would disappear, like he was something precious. Whatever carnal desires Jack had woken in him, they wanted to make sure he was well taken care of.
The couch shifts with his movement, or at least the cushions under his knees do. Hiccup starts to quicken his pace once he's got the hang of it, one hand gripping the back of the couch while the other presses against Jack's stomach, nails trailing down and scratching at flesh, stopping just above a happy trail leading down to the cock rubbing against his stomach.]
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The couch shifts with his movement, or at least the cushions under his knees do. Hiccup starts to quicken his pace once he's got the hang of it, one hand gripping the back of the couch while the other presses against Jack's stomach, nails trailing down and scratching at flesh, stopping just above a happy trail leading down to the cock rubbing against his stomach.]
How badly do you want me to touch you?