[So much for being discreet, he thinks to himself as he indulges in the kiss, responding in kind as his fingers trailed up along a leg and slipped under a shirt to splay themselves against Jack's torso. He's starting to get hard the longer they kiss, responding to the rutting with his own bucks. Hiccup trails his mouth down one side and along Jack's delectable neck, nipping at the skin there and groaning softly.]
We're in the middle of class.
[Not that that sounds like a protest, mind, especially since his fingers are already undoing the zip and button combo on Jack's jeans.]
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We're in the middle of class.
[Not that that sounds like a protest, mind, especially since his fingers are already undoing the zip and button combo on Jack's jeans.]