[ Jack snatches Hiccup's hand away and pulls it up to rest on his shoulder, not about to let him come that easily. The babbling is endearing, a hell of a power trip, and Jack grasps tightly to his lover's hips as he arches up again, each short, sharp thrust painting Hiccup's walls as his own cock, currently being rubbed to distraction, adds its own precome to the mix.

He doesn't stop the molten flow for a little longer this time, only finally doing so to keep the knot thick and wide. ]

Yes ... [ Pressing his forehead to Hiccup's, Jack reaches around to pull at a pair of cheeks and hold him open, prone to being fucked hard and without relent as the sheath assists Jack's stamina with every short thrust. ] And over every desk, especially yours ... M'gonna bend you over and fuck you until you're covered in my come, soaked in it.

[ His, the fake blend, it doesn't matter at this point because Jack is lost in sensation. Thin beads of come start to dribble out the ring of Hiccup's ass and he rubs them around his opening, keeping him comfortably stretched. Lips find lips and he sighs. ]

I wanna take you to a club and fuck you there in front of everyone so they know you're mine, and you're kinky as fuck, and they can't have you ...