[ His tshirt hits the floor atop the apron, following along with his hand in Hiccup's and jeans scrunched under his ass until he can shove them down as his back hits the bed. They ruffle as he kicks them who-knows-where, newly naked and completely intent on pushing every inch of his body up against the one he drags down.
Tilting his head into the nibble on his ear, Jack spends a moment or two marvelling at how smooth Hiccup's freckled skin is, sweeping down his shoulders to rake his nails across the dip of a spine. Kisses plant under his lover's jaw, fond and firm and warm. ]
I want to see your face. The rest? You can improvise with.
[ As long as he can kiss him, and hold those cheeks and feel that thick hair, he doesn't mind the other details. Hooking an ankle around Hiccup's waist, Jack moves against him to the tempo of their own rhythm, longing to return to it. ]
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Tilting his head into the nibble on his ear, Jack spends a moment or two marvelling at how smooth Hiccup's freckled skin is, sweeping down his shoulders to rake his nails across the dip of a spine. Kisses plant under his lover's jaw, fond and firm and warm. ]
I want to see your face. The rest? You can improvise with.
[ As long as he can kiss him, and hold those cheeks and feel that thick hair, he doesn't mind the other details. Hooking an ankle around Hiccup's waist, Jack moves against him to the tempo of their own rhythm, longing to return to it. ]