[ A grunt buries against a temple as Jack gives Hiccup one last tight squeeze and grinds in slowly to commit the sensation to memory. He nods, reluctantly leaning up to yank open the second drawer of the bedside table, and grasping around he doesn't come back with what he imagined he would.
Blinking at the thick, tapered dildo in his fist, his eyes widen as surprise filters through his haze of lust. ]
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Blinking at the thick, tapered dildo in his fist, his eyes widen as surprise filters through his haze of lust. ]
Is this a themed dick?
[ Holy shit, it is. ]