[ The ass-slap right back makes something burn in the pit of his gut, good but hungry as it claws its way up his throat. Plastering up behind him, he nuzzles lightly across freckled shoulders as the water patters down in droplets, long fingers kneading down Hiccup's sides on a path to his hips.

Jack licks a long line up to an ear, scraping his teeth along the hinge of a jaw. ]

You've been allowed to play all day, I've spoiled you, so now you're going to shut up and speak when spoken to. [ Pawing hands grasp at either ass-cheek, holding Hiccup open as Jack rubs his hardening cock over the seam, growing against him with a purr. His thumbs rub at their handfuls of taut muscle, squeezing. ] Do you think you've been a naughty boy, Hiksti?

[ Hiccup isn't the teacher here; in fact, Jack intends to strip every layer of that person away. ]