[ Smirking against a neck, Jack refuses to be budged (naturally) and even drags Hiccup by the hips so he has to feel the twitch of interest a cock gives. ]

What if I've already found what I want to eat? [ He palms boldly around the front of slacks, grin blinking wide as he rubs against a much harder, ridged dick than usual. ] ... Heh. Sure you're not the one who wants to do the riding, dragon-rider?