[ He moves however Hiccup prefers, that being the idea of this when genius struck and Jack first inserted the buttplug. Now, with his arms braced on the wall and his back arching like a cat to let Hiccup have access to every part of him, he whines under his breath and curls his toes in his sneakers as the thick mold of his boyfriend's dick is slid free, gasping against a wrist. ]
Hic, please. [ Laughing under his breath, he tips his head back and wiggles his raw pink asshole, already slick with plenty of lube. Lips there are enough to make his noises pitch higher, trying to keep the overall volume down so it doesn't bleed through the frosted glass of the door, and pointing toward the wall his dick is hard as rock. ] I've been sitting on you all morning ...
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Hic, please. [ Laughing under his breath, he tips his head back and wiggles his raw pink asshole, already slick with plenty of lube. Lips there are enough to make his noises pitch higher, trying to keep the overall volume down so it doesn't bleed through the frosted glass of the door, and pointing toward the wall his dick is hard as rock. ] I've been sitting on you all morning ...