icy: what this is gonna be. (not sure.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-11-12 07:44 am (UTC)

[ He loves to hear Hiccup begging, angling his thrusts for that sweet spot to give him cause to cry out more often, not wanting him able to sit down for the next twenty-four hours without thinking of being taken and claimed. The toss of a wet head of hair lands on Jack's shoulder, and he kisses over a jaw as he sighs shakily, his own balls reaching their pique. Just a little longer, just a little more ... ]

N-Now, Hic, come with me, nngh!

[ Rutting to bury himself as deep as he can go in that channel, his shaft throbs and he releases with a burst that gets him yelling, grinding up against a prostate and delivering one last smack to a burning red ass. Oh God, God, fuck, yes, Hiccup, Love you, Hiksti. He loses track of what he says, melting while being milked. ]

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