[It's not a dream, no matter how much Hiccup tries to convince himself it is. His hands slip under the back of jeans to squeeze at an ass before he tumbles back, landing on his own tush on the very edge of the bed. He sits himself up on his elbows, legs spread mostly from anticipation, thick cock standing erect between them. Hiccup is flushed, freckles standing out prominently along the places on his skin that are stained pink.
His stomach flips when Jack explains what the items in his hands are for, feeling his abdomen flood with warmth. He felt like a blushing schoolgirl, the way he felt flattered by the notion that something had been bought for him.
Hopefully we'll get some uses out of it, he thinks to himself, laying back down as asked, legs hiking themselves into the air to curve and press the arch of his foot onto the edge of the bed, attempting to give his best sultry look, even though from what Jack's said, he probably doesn't need to.]
What are you waiting for?
[If he sounds impatient, that's because he is, his voice coming out in a whine.]
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His stomach flips when Jack explains what the items in his hands are for, feeling his abdomen flood with warmth. He felt like a blushing schoolgirl, the way he felt flattered by the notion that something had been bought for him.
Hopefully we'll get some uses out of it, he thinks to himself, laying back down as asked, legs hiking themselves into the air to curve and press the arch of his foot onto the edge of the bed, attempting to give his best sultry look, even though from what Jack's said, he probably doesn't need to.]
What are you waiting for?
[If he sounds impatient, that's because he is, his voice coming out in a whine.]