[It feels like every muscle in him is jelly, and it takes everything in him not to collapse against the wall or floor when Jack leaves him, thankful for the hands on his waist. The curve of his neck aches like the rest of him, his eyes closing as Jack kisses him near his ear. Slowly, his feet find their footing on the floor of the shower again, stomach unclenching from the tight wad of muscles over the core.
He does as asked, shoulders slacking forward as he turns his head to rest his cheek against the tiles while Jack starts washing him down, looking out the corner of his eye at him. Hiccup brings a hand up to gently wipe his come from his stomach, feeling his lover's leak out of his ass.]
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He does as asked, shoulders slacking forward as he turns his head to rest his cheek against the tiles while Jack starts washing him down, looking out the corner of his eye at him. Hiccup brings a hand up to gently wipe his come from his stomach, feeling his lover's leak out of his ass.]