[He lets out a small sigh of relief when he hears Jack's voice filter through into the room, having been tensed and ready to spring up and get dressed if it had been anyone else. Hearing the sounds of his microwave going, Hiccup slides his fingers out and slowly, stiffly, rises from the bed as he hears the ping of his microwave, walking to the bedroom door and leaning against the frame.
He can see Jack from where he stands, the apartment small enough to have the bedroom just connected to the rest of it by a doorway. His brow furrows in puzzlement, hand slowly lowering to stroke his cock to full awakeness once again.]
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He can see Jack from where he stands, the apartment small enough to have the bedroom just connected to the rest of it by a doorway. His brow furrows in puzzlement, hand slowly lowering to stroke his cock to full awakeness once again.]
What are you doing?