[ He almost thinks he's misheard him, eyes flashing open at the ceiling while Hiccup kisses away Jack's tears; his chest hitches and he wraps his arms around him tightly, nearing his climax. The grinding has him whispering pleas and promises, Yours, I'm yours, Only want you, and that's when Jack groans into the kiss as he starts to tighten. ]
D-Don't stop —! Ah!
[ If Hiccup keeps that pace up, he won't have to wait much longer to feel far more of hot walls trying to milk him dry, the onset of Jack's pleasure burning him up from a simmer that he feels every single moment of. ]
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D-Don't stop —! Ah!
[ If Hiccup keeps that pace up, he won't have to wait much longer to feel far more of hot walls trying to milk him dry, the onset of Jack's pleasure burning him up from a simmer that he feels every single moment of. ]