[He responds to the scrunched fist with renewed fervor, nipping at the lobe in his mouth before dropping his head to leave a mark on the crook of Jack's shoulder, low enough that his shirt can probably hide it if he wants. They've talked about their past lovers before, and Hiccup has only thought that if he ever met Pitch he'd probably punch him for toying with Jack like he did. The fingers outside of Jack's mouth slide up to catch he drool, taking hold of his chin as he kisses his cheek.]
Good boy.
[Jack makes his heart thunder in his ears in ways Astrid never had. There was always something there between them, but they could never really make it work, which disappointed him. There's something in this relationship that's quite unlike his previous one, sends his blood thrumming through his veins like hot water through pipes.
He slides his fingers around from the hip and takes hold of the hard cock he can feel straining in his hands, wrapping around delicately at the base and keeping hold, tilting his head to whisper in an ear.]
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Good boy.
[Jack makes his heart thunder in his ears in ways Astrid never had. There was always something there between them, but they could never really make it work, which disappointed him. There's something in this relationship that's quite unlike his previous one, sends his blood thrumming through his veins like hot water through pipes.
He slides his fingers around from the hip and takes hold of the hard cock he can feel straining in his hands, wrapping around delicately at the base and keeping hold, tilting his head to whisper in an ear.]
Not yet, love.