icy: you're in my head. (conversations.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-10-22 10:22 am (UTC)

If you say so.

[ Smirking at the thought of taking his shower with his new lover, he half-turns to mouth his way along a jawline with sticky kisses, a hand sliding up Hiccup's back as Jack absently turns around their grilling breakfast. The hands on his hips are lovely encouragement, and the purr in Hiccup's voice reels him in hopelessly. ]

You look really sick today, you're right. [ So ill, in fact, Jack has to suck a love-bite onto Hiccup's neck. A blanketed thigh slides between his teacher's legs, shifting with him as he stretches. ] It's my prognosis you should stay in bed ... with me.

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