icy: how to feel. (they try to tell me.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-11-03 12:43 am (UTC)

[ His lip curls when penetrated, smiling as he drapes his arms around Hiccup's neck. The friction is wider, tapered because of that toy, and warmer than real skin thanks to the silicone retaining heat. Through the kisses they share, Jack swears as the thick cockhead forces its way inside. ]

Shit, that's ... Don't stop, keep fucking me. God. [ Whining, Jack bites Hiccup's lower lip and feels a blush flood his cheeks as his voice breaks. ] Your dick's so big, oh fuck, fuck ...

[ Being prepared doesn't stop the stretch of his walls burning, even if the pain is tangled up in wonderful pleasure, and he lifts his hips, a knee around Hiccup's waist helping Jack to raise his ass submissively. ]

D'you still wanna breed me, babe?

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