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tfln continuation for icy

Wait *what*?

[What did he get himself into.]

[ No answer. Chuckling at the text, he gets what he needs and turns up on Hiccup's door a few hours later. Jack wears black jeans and his scuffed blue sneakers, along with his favorite hoodie, and with a rucksack on his back he looks distinctly normal. Probably because he hasn't donned the gear in his bag yet. If he's allowed to stay, then he'll put it on, but a walk of dragonish shame isn't what he wants.

Freshly showered, shaved and washed, he bobs on his heels as he waits anxiously for his teacher to open the door after knocking, tongue rubbing the roof of his mouth.

Just stay cool ... ]

[It's not the first time since making the arrangements that he asks himself what the hell he's doing. Asking a student out on a date is one thing, but he knows Jack is a troublemaker. Although he keeps telling himself that the younger man is kinda hot. Chinese takeout was ordered and is sitting on the table when the door is knocked on.

Smoothing his hair back, he checks himself out in the vanity near the doorway just before he opens it, reaching up to rub the back of his neck as he greets Jack.]

Uh, hey.

Hi. [ His smile blooms immediately and he decides to throw caution to the winds, reaching up to slide a hand immediately around the back of Hiccup's neck; without missing a beat, Jack rises up and in to peck him on the lips, short and bold with a cheeky grin. ] Mmm, it smells good in here. You ordered already? Good, I'm starving.

[ Slipping around his host, he dumps his bag on a chair and starts ferreting through the take-out boxes without an ounce of shyness; none that he allows Hiccup to know about, anyway. He's on cloud nine, confident and unstoppable as a winter storm. ]

Awesome, I love lo mein.

[The peck takes him completely by surprise. It's not the first time he's been kissed, but the forwardness is...odd, to say the least. At least to him. Hiccup tries not to jerk his head back, turning as he watched Jack make himself at home. With a raised eyebrow and a shrug, he shuts the door, fixing his collar as he walked back into the room.]

Good. I wasn't sure what to order so I got a bit of everything.

[ He doesn't want to dither about the point; that he wants him, completely and utterly. Jack isn't one to fuss over their first kiss, their first touches and anything else, he just feels a fiery longing, a magnetism to be as close to Hiccup as he can and until told to stop, he can't.

He looks up from where he's sitting on the couch, munching through a carton with chopsticks. his expression, that of a lovestruck, crushing teenager, is strengthened in sincerity by the glee in bright blue eyes. ]

I like anything and everything, I never usually eat this stuff because it's expensive. Ramen from the store is the name of the game, y'know? But this is delicious, so ... Thank you. [ He nibbles on an egg roll. ] Uh, and thanks for the date. I thought you'd tell me off about the dragon on your lawn.

[He's seen that look on a few other teenagers...himself included, back when he was younger. Hiccup picks up another carton and pair of chopsticks, joining his student on the couch. Feeling a bit odd, he crosses one leg over the other, relaxing against the back of the sofa and trying not to look too nervous about anything.]

It's not like a teacher's salary is any better, but you're welcome.

[The comment about the dragon makes him laugh a little.]

Well, I do love my dragons.

[ Jack decides that if he's going to be up in Hiccup's face, he might as well do it properly. ]

I'm starting to feel pretty fondly about them myself.

[ He might be younger and slightly shorter than Hiccup, but fully grown as Jack is it's not difficult thing to give a crossed knee a push, clasp a shoulder for balance and swing his leg across a lap. He seats himself on Hiccup's thighs, straddling him as he continues to dig into his carton.

That's right, just stay there. No big deal. ]

We have legends about them back home in Nor...

[He's interrupted by Jack climbing onto his lap, his voice struggling in his throat as he finds his thighs occupied by a college student. Hiccup holds his carton and chopsticks out to the sides a little, but then raises an eyebrow and gets back to eating.]

[ Pleased he's being allowed to keep his seat, his eyes light up with interest. ]

In Norway, right? That's where you come from, your accent's really noticeable when you try and sound American. It's adorable. [ He picks up a bit of noodle and veg, offering it to a pair of lips. ] Try this, it's amazing.

So, what kind of legends are they? About dragons.

[Hiccup's figured out by now he can either be wired out by Jack's forwardness or roll with it, and he's choosing to do the latter honestly. He did it enough in class, what difference would it make? He does try to go back to the conversation though.]

I didn't think my accent was that... [Oh. Okay. Hiccup takes the offered food, chewing it and swallowing before answering that question.] Well, my village has been around for a long time so we have all sorts of legends. A common one is that the house pets we have now are descended from dragons our ancestors tamed.

Trust me, its noticeable.

[ It is to Jack, anyway, who spends most of his time in class gazing up dreamily as he imagines fucking Hiccup on the teacher's own desk. He munches his food, leaning lithely backwards to grab a drink off the table with his thighs clamped around Hiccup's side to pull him back up, no hands needed. Did he mention he was flexible? He sort of has now, after exposing a slice of pale abdomen and happy trail before his hoodie slips back down.

Village. He's so cute. ]

Do you believe it, country boy?

Huh.

[He reaches up to rub his chopsticks hand over his jaw and mouth, moving his lips like he's going to speak but he doesn't. He feels those thighs clamp around him, and it shows in a particular place, which makes Hiccup's face turn red. What on earth had he gotten himself into, really? His gaze slips down when he sees that exposed length of pale abdomen, before he quickly glances back at his food.]

Me? Ever since I was a kid. I used to dream about shooting down one of my own and taking my place in the village that way.

That sounds kind of harsh for someone who claims to love dragons.

[ He scoots closer so his knees are digging into the back of the cushioning, and Jack rests an arm around Hiccup's neck as he leans in. Kisses brush along a jawline, idle and slow. ]

Nothing exciting like that goes on in the town I'm from. No legends, no nothing. [ Pausing, he snorts. ] Not since I was eighteen and stirred things up by dying there, anyway. Obviously I came back, but y'know. Local news.

[ Mmm, his neck taste so good ... ]

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I wondered.

[His lips kiss and nip at Jack's throat, the knowledge doing wonders to his dick. Gods, he really did have such a troublemaker in his class, didn't he? Was he going to have to take more drastic measures to keep Jack's focus on his schoolwork? Maybe. The thought makes him moan, coupled with the hand being dragged down his chest. His body heat is hot, warm under the collar now that they're starting something.

He pulls back just a little to pull his shirt off, revealing taut muscle and slim limbs, noodle arms going back to groping his student. His fingers slip under the hem of jeans as clever ones shift down towards his happy trail, drawing up in a point just below his belly button.]

Then maybe I should fuck you. Would you like that? [It's a husky purr, Hiccup dragging his lips up to Jack's ear, lipping the lobe before fingers brush over his lips.] Bend you over the back of the couch?

[ Jack takes the opportunity to rip his hoodie off over his head and toss it aside, hands running up Hiccup's arms to clamp one back in his hair and let the other explore. His throat is already tingling from so much attention, Hiccup's moans sending him rock-hard with a grunt of his own. Wiry in his own right, his body is slender and wreathed in more muscle than fat, built for being folded into all sorts of positions.

Jack's voice quavers in a way he doesn't want to remember, panting harshly over the lips that moments before have been destroying him via a sensitive ear. ]

I'd let you fuck me anywhere.

[ There's a desperate quality that polishes the honesty of the confession and lets it trip between them exposed, unadorned and raw. Anywhere. In class, in class while it's full, by a window, over a couch, against a wall ... Jack slides his grip down to stroke Hiccup's erection through his pants, outlining it with kneading fingers. It doesn't matter now that he wants to tell him how badly this is wanted, needed, because Hiccup is giving and giving and Jack is too selfish not to take. ]

I'm gonna have to buy a new toy, it's not as big as you.

[ Unable to help himself, he licks at the seam of those lips in a hazy, lust-fogged daze. It isn't his fault that he already sounds as if they fucked; Jack has been imagining this for too long to slow down. ]

[The feeling of bare skin against his own makes a noise come from his throat, breathed heavily against Jack's throat as his fingers wander everywhere they can touch. Any hesitation he had about this is gone, a deep seated need rumbling warmly through his stomach along with the need pumping in his veins. Hiccup draws his hand along a hard on covered by jeans, mouth covering a collar bone as he relishes in that desperate tone.

His hips rock up into the hand taking control of his own erection that's slowly thickening, lips pressing anywhere he can touch as his free hand slides up along a lithe chest. There's a small growl in the back of his throat when he hears that, unable to believe that this is actually happening. He's actually going to have sex with his student.

He could get into so much trouble if anyone finds out.]

You won't need a toy.

[The words fall from his lips in a murmur as his mouth is licked, his own tongue reaching out to meet Jack's. It's been ages since he's had someone like this, far too long.]

[ Hiccup must have seen porn at some point or another, or at least be able to reconcile the amount of noise Jack makes with it, because he can't seem to keep quiet under those hands. If he isn't gasping he's moaning, and if he isn't moaning there are hitched sighs catching in the back of his throat as he rocks down against the hand rubbing him through his jeans, lifting up to thrust against it insistently, a live-wire for the contact.

You won't need a toy.

Burning up from the inside-out, he feels the throb his cock gives right up against a strong palm when he hears those words. His heartbeat thunders in his ears as their first real kiss sinks into place, gathering up hungry lips and hot tongues so the world narrows down to just this, to moving on and with Hiccup, stroking the hardening length in his teacher's pants. In his lover's, more to the point. Jack isn't just a willing partner, he makes it known with clawing handfuls of auburn hair and biting kisses just how wanted Hiccup is, faintly trembling throughout the frottage.

I feel like I've wanted you since forever ... ]

Hiksti ...

[He's never watched porn, just knows how he wants to feel thanks to his ex girlfriend, so he assumes that the same must be for Jack. He's inexperienced in this as far as making out with another male is concerned, but he delights in the moans and gasps he can draw from Jack. He makes a mental note to not make eye contact with his student during class, he doesn't know if he's going to be able to face him the same way again after he comes down from whatever spell Jack has him under.

The throb in the cock resting in his palm makes it twitch in his hand and Hiccup feels it in the thick vein running under Jack's length. His blood is pumping in his ears as he kisses the younger man for the first time, tasting the Chinese takeout they had, hissing into it as his cock is stroked. He nips at lips before his mouth moves on, biting at a jawline and neck as he tugs down underwear with his free hand, wanting to feel as much of Jack as possible.]

Jack...

[ Hiccup might not be able to meet Jack's eyes in class anyway, not if he's jerking off to his teacher's voice as quietly as possible in his back corner.

The kisses shared are eager and artless, hot and everywhere with a tang of sweet sauces. Jack grasps at Hiccup's clothed erection when a hand slips past his own boxers, and a reedy whine sighs free as his fingers tighten in Hiccup's hair. He's already ridiculously close to coming but he can't voice it, doesn't want this to stop for a second. ]

God, yes ...

[ Already soaked with precome, Jack's underwear and jeans are a mess as he starts to lose the pacing of rocking hips, stuttering them into a hand. It won't take much to push him over the edge, not at this rate. ]

[He definitely won't be able to meet Jack's eyes in class after this, especially after the eager, sloppy kisses sending his heart thudding wildly in his chest, drinking in the whine that his lover leaks out as he feels fingers tighten in his hair. Jack's boxers cling to his hand due to the precome soaking them, his fingers stretching to reach down to the base of a cock.

Hiccup moves his mouth downward to nibble at Jack's neck again, finding himself suddenly utterly enchanted by it. His student is shifted so that he rests directly over his cock, hard and wanting and rubbing up against the clothed crack of Jack's ass.]

Sweet Thor...

[ Trying not to come is all he can do, ass rutting down over a thick cock that he wants inside so badly and moaning like an unrestrained, unashamed whore for every touch of lips, hands, for the simple brush of fabric molding around their bodies. Hiksti, Hiccup, is what leaves parted, wet lips as Jack's hips start to tremble, and he can't hold it together much longer at all before he crushes their mouths in a harsh kiss. Whimpering Sorry, he comes in Hiccup's hand and cries out in combined relief and frustration, not wanting to have spoiled this but unable to have controlled it. This is the man whose name Jack has moaned in the middle of the night as he fucks himself with a toy, fingered himself in the shower, gotten hard over in class. Those green eyes, clever hands, the body stretched out aching to fuck him; it's all been a by-product of his imagination up until today and the reality of it is overwhelming.

So he comes, yes, in thick gouts that have him shivering like a virgin and clawing at Hiccup's hair, pouring apologies into his mouth even as he ruts against him. Blue eyes are darkened through long-lashed slits, partially unseeing and fixed on the middle-distance of their gaze. ]

[The harsh kiss is met with unbridled eagerness, mouth moving over Jack's and swallowing the whimpers and moans as his nose brushed against his student's. It's warm and heavy, carnal and needy, the way he needs to be inside Jack, wanting to feel that lower body quiver around him. He's never felt this way about anyone before, not even his ex girlfriend, and the thought comes to him with an almost sad note before it's taken over by the same hunger.

His hand and wrist are soaked in come, ropes sticking to his torso as he feels his hair ruffled by clawing hands, more than happy to snatch up the apologies with his own mouth. His tongue licks across Jack's bottom lip, mouth brushing along a cheek and jaw to his ear.]

You're so good, Jack, so good.

[The praise comes from him easily, breathed out huskily as his come-ridden fingers return to the other hip, pressing up to grind his cock again.]

Ah, ahh ... I-I'm not, but I will be.

[ Panting as a tongue slides over his kiss-swollen lips and up to a sensitive ear, he shoves at Hiccup's hips to keep them still and, on wobbly legs, backs off between a spread pair of thighs that he quickly divests of all clothing, yanking underwear and the rest to lock around Hiccup's knees.

Wrapping an arm around the older man's waist, Jack tells himself he can commit Hiccup's cock to memory later as he guides the thick length past his soft lips, rubbing heat inches down him as he begins to suck. His free hand keeps the root stimulated, the ring of a thumb and forefinger butting against his stretched kiss on each descending bob, again and again, cheeks hollowing.

He has to make up for losing his self-control; wants to, just to prove he can be a good lover. Better than Hiccup deserves. ]

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Jack, what...

[It pants out of him before his cock tastes air, his jeans and underwear brushing down over it deliciously in a way that makes him shiver as his knees are spread. He remembers this, remembers a blonde head down there instead as they tried to rekindle what was left of a dying relationship. Jack's mouth is different, swallowing him down like a greedy whore whose daily meals consist of cock after cock.

Hiccup tilts his head back against the couch, fingers stretching around thin air before one finds the cushions and the other, slick with come, slides into white hair. Jack sucks him like he's been doing it forever, and his cock twitches inside the warm mouth surrounding it. His lashes flutter closed, breathing heavy, cheeks pink as his mouth hangs open in a small circle. His torso twinges, hand gliding through soft white hair and pulling it back from a pretty face.

All he can imagine is fucking Jack over his desk, the door locked, class finished. Those moans he swallows earlier are falling from a wanton mouth calling his name, bone white fingers clawing at the edges of his desk.]

Mmmm ...

[ Letting his tongue rub over the thick vein running all up the underside of the cock in his mouth, Jack gives a twist around the slick shaft even as come-wet fingers comb through fluffy white hair, plastering it to one side of his head. He doesn't care, not while entertaining plans of ambushing a shower together soon after this (only to get even dirtier), and is the picture of an obliging lover as he lets Hiccup take his pleasure however he needs it.

Maybe he'll even get to sleep with him in Hiccup's bed. Wouldn't that be something? Jack's too much of a romantic at heart to dismiss the tug inside his chest as he thinks about making love to this brilliant man in Hiccup's territory. Jack knows his isn't exclusive. It isn't anything, really. But he's suddenly so happy that it translates in the way he takes care of Hiccup in broad strokes and sloppy, never-ending suction, feeling as born to please him as he wants to.

The hand in the small of Hiccup's back rakes its nails, encouraging him to thrust. C'mon, let it all out ... ]

[And thrust Hiccup does. The first one is accidental, mostly due to the feel of nails raking along the lower part of his back. Hiccup's fingers grip at the couch and in white hair. Is he going to regret this later? He has no idea, because for now he's in a mindless state of bliss, bucking as Jack sucks on him, pulling him into a throat and mouth that seems far to experienced for Jack's young age.

It only takes another one or two thrusts, one or two sucks, and he releases with a fierce grip of hair Jack's only warning. Thick ropes of come burst down into his student's mouth, painting it white and opaque and leaving Hiccup panting, leaving heavily against the couch as his grip softens up, stroking reverently now.]

Shit...

[ Five or six lovers, nothing incredible but all educational. He cares nothing for them, all ticked boxes under a list of Sexual Experimentation; Hiccup is the real deal, making Jack feel things he's never felt before even without either of them trying. There's nothing forced about the yearning desire Jack feels for the older man, as desperate to be with him, even if they aren't having sex, as if having suffered a terribly long separation and craving this wonderful contact on instinct.

He's being childish when he thinks, I love you, and knows it. His level of caring for that, for worrying over diving into this thing too fast, is about as high as his regard for the notches on his bedpost. So he thinks it again (I love you so much, you don't know it yet but you're all mine) and obediently swallows what he can when Hiccup's control bursts down the back of Jack's throat in hot waves, milking him to paint the remainder over Jack's lips and chin, his cheeks and chest.

A soft kiss is placed to the tip of Hiccup's dick as Jack prowls over those hips and laps up any escaped drops, soaked in come himself from head to thigh in a blend of both of theirs today. ]

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[His hand falls from Jack's head, landing on the couch beside him, feeling like he has noodles for arms as he stares down at his student caked in his come, lashes lowered to half mast as he catches his breath, cock laying limp against his thigh. His first thought is of the 'oh gods' variety, his hand coming up bonelessly to draw the back of his fingers along Jack's jaw and cheek, trailing through come before they move along to Jack's lips, tracing the outline.

His couch and carpet are probably ruined, but Hiccup finds himself unable to care much about it. He sits up properly, reaching down to wrap his arms under Jack's and hoist him up into his lap. His tongue reaches out to lick at the come staining his cheek, drawing it along Jack's jaw even though it was his own, before his head turns back and seeks puffy, whorish lips. The kiss is slow, but nonetheless as needy as the previous ones, a hand sliding up into the back of Jack's hair.

Hiccup feels like he's never waking from whatever spell Jack has him under, but he finds that he can't care less. A possessive thrill ripples through him, lifting his hips to wake his cock.]

Mine...

[ Drawn up like that, gathered back into his lap, Jack fails to care that his jeans are ruined all over and he reeks of sex, sticky with spit and ejaculate in shining streaks as he and Hiccup make out like teenagers who could own the world if it was bordered by this very couch. Gasps and groans mingle throughout the slow, intense kiss, knees squeezing around hips. He gives a whimper of Yes when he feels Hiccup start to move underneath him again, still riled even after coming and eagerly yanking his own jeans lower around splayed thighs to roll the bare heat of an ass over the line of a spent cock with a sigh. Skin on skin is unbelievable, moving over him with soft cheeks and a firmly planted weight. ]

I love you, I do. [ It's so obvious, anyway, and Jack always wears his heart on his sleeve. Why bother pretending otherwise? He threads his fingers through Hiccup's hair more gently this time around, a happy sob catching in his throat as he confesses in a hushed rush into the lurid kiss. ] You can tell me all about yourself later and fill in all the blanks, but I love you already. I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you, it hit me like a truck and I fell so hard.

[ I want you is rasped along the line of a jaw, rocking his hips without an ounce of tiredness. Jack might sound dreamily distracted, but his focus is entirely on his teacher. His Hiksti. ]

It was love at first sight, I'm sorry. [ A sceptic until he saw Hiccup, Jack clings to him. ] I know, I know, it's weird. It's ...

[He should've found this disturbing, but he doesn't. His heart swells, finding himself flattered at the knowledge that one of his students cared for him in such a way. Rationally, he should be pushing Jack away and saying it was a mistake, or saying his position will get them into trouble if anyone finds out, but he doesn't. It's little wonder that he's taken so long to notice the younger man, having been nursing a broken heart when he'd first started teaching, so lost in his own thoughts.

The drag of an ass over his spent dick has a noise leave the back of his throat for it, throbbing even though he'd come just a moment before. His hips buck, cock gliding along the crack seamlessly thanks to the spit and come coating it. He brings his hands up to cup over Jack's hips again, responding to the kiss like the frottage woke something sleeping inside of him.]

I know you do. [Somehow, he trusts the white haired boy's feelings, despite having been skeptical about this 'date' when they'd first made plans. If there's something Hiccup prides himself in, it's his excellent judge of character.] It's okay, Jack.

[No, it wasn't okay.]

[ His own dick gives a throb of feeling when he feels Hiccup riding underneath him, pawing up Hiccup's long arms and down his chest as Jack pushes kisses all over a throat and collar-bone, eager and adoring. He doesn't expect to hear any confessions back; it's enough just to have his own acknowledged. Accepted, sort of.

His smile, when he leans up to take Hiccup's cheeks in his hands, is brilliantly white and brimming with glee, the intense relief palpable on the way he sucks on a tongue, matching their rhythms above and below. ]

Fuck me bareback? [ His voice purrs, lips squashed and roaming over Hiccup's, a tongue flicking out now and then. ] I'm clean, I swear. I'd never hurt you. Never.

[ The hands on his hips are erotic, so much so that Jack isn't sure if he has the self-governance to insist on a bed; they're fine here, and he's been fucked raw with less. ]

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[His cock slides along the cleft of Jack's ass a couple more times before the words are purred against his mouth and his dick twitches at the thought. He barely knows what bareback means in erotic terms, barely knows what any of those sorts of words mean, but he gets the general gist of it enough to understand.

He presses eager kisses against his lover's mouth, pulling away just enough so that the tip of his cock brushes against where he estimates Jack's hole is.]

I've never done this before. [He might as well be honest, cheeks tinged pink with the words as he rolls his hips, bringing a hand up to brush hair from Jack's eyes.] You'll have to, ah, guide me...

Oh, I get to pop your cherry, [ he jokes, his playfulness returning in full force with his confidence, ] that's nice. I'm honored.

[ He reaches behind to steer the root of a big cock to where the tip needs to be, raising up slightly on his knees, draping his other arm over Hiccup's shoulder and pushes him back into the cushioning. A soft kiss is planted over his lips, and then Jack bites his own. ]

Like this ...

[ With his palm hugging the underside of Hiccup's shaft, he lets gravity do most of the work as his eyes shutter and close, lips parting on a gut-deep moan; a thick crown stretches him wide at first, hips pumping back and forth to get his hole to accept Hiccup's girth, and with a faint, inaudible pop Jack feels the thickest part of Hiccup slide home as the resistance gives. ]

F-Fuck, okay. [ Breathless and completely pliant with limbs made abruptly of dough instead of flesh and bone, Jack sinks down further and tips back his head on a shaken cry. ] Hiksti, ah. Ah ...

[Oh. Oh. It takes Hiccup about a second to understand what Jack means as he watches, feeling his girth expand under a grip as his hands take hold of slim hips once again. He finds his breath taken away by the beauty in his lap, the little noises coming from Jack's throat hypnotizing as he lets the younger man guide him. For a split moment he wonders if they should have some kind of protection or even if he should stretch Jack before his cock pushes past the ring of muscle.

It's tight. Loose but tight.

Hiccup lets out a low, guttural moan as he gets a taste of his first man, finding himself enthralled by the sight of his lover breathless and pliant. He leans forward, attaching his lips to a neck as he presses his forehead into the curve of his shoulder, not minding the come there. He wants to go deeper, wants to sink into that lava heat that beckons him.

Hiccup's had a taste of sex and he wants more.]

You minx...

[My minx, he thinks to himself, breath ghosting over come stained skin as his hips buck, jerking him in some thanks to the way Jack's ass is greedily gobbling him up.]

[ Laughter intersperses with the high-pitched noises he makes as Hiccup beckons him lower and holding off, his grip on Hiccup's shoulders joined by a second hand once the cock stretching Jack out feels comfortably enough seated. ]

H-Hold on, go slow. It's not like w-with a woman, gimme some time. Mmph ...

[ Although it feels far, far more incredible than anyone else he's ever ridden; Hiccup is large enough to touch all the erogenous places that keep Jack moaning thinly but it's not too much, not painful like he could be. It's work to try and take him without proper prep but not impossible, as evidenced by the hard-on rubbing up against Hiccup's stomach, stiff and slick.

Jack grins as he hears You minx, breathy and broken as he eases down inch by inch, ass rocking gingerly. He doesn't care if he's giving a show, all that matters is the way it feels. ]

You feel so good, Hiccup, so hot ...

[ Literally; he has Jack sweating, white hair sticking to his temples and forehead, slicking his thighs. This lazy fucking on Hiccup's couch can last forever, as far as he's concerned. ]

[He's always been weirded out by what his last growth spurt did to his genitals, how big they became, always used to being the runt in both looks and down there. Somehow, hearing Jack's moans and high pitched voice makes him thankful for it, his mouth sliding up the underside of a jaw when it's presented to him, feeling Jack's new erection rubbing along his stomach. It comforts him to know he's not the only one already hard and heavy again, slipping the head of his cock out past the entrance and pushing back in again.

Thoughts rise in his head, thinking of all the things he could do with Jack, and he bets his student wouldn't object to a single one. He seems so enthralled with him for some reason, enough to risk jacking off in class. He could probably put a collar around his neck. No tag saying property of Hiccup or anything of course, due to the nature of this...thing, but a collar that could be worn without anybody questioning it.

Hiccup draws his fingers around the slim base of Jack's neck, the idea making him shiver as he rocks upward, nipping at the skin again and making his way down as far as he could without doubling over.]

This is...this is amazing...

[With each rock of his hips he pushes in a little more, a little deeper. His cock brushes against velvet walls that draw him in like a greedy whore, like he was made for Jack.]

You feel so good, Jack...

[ The fingers trailing around his neck make him shiver, as do the lips roaming down his chest. ]

Tha-That's it, oh God. You're in. [ Fully spitted on the long cock in Hiccup's lap, Jack tugs on auburn hair to get him back up, wanting his mouth for reassurance. ] Kiss me. Please.

[ His breathing hitches as he flexes his ass, stroking Hiccup without really moving, the walls around a come-slippery shaft tightening in a squeeze, again and again as Jack's body starts to accept he's staying put. He digs his knees into the couch and rocks back and forth without pulling off, groaning sharply as his sinuous, slim hips seek out the best way to move; lap-dancing has never been so important in his sex-life before.

It's only when his arms tense and brace around Hiccup's neck that Jack starts to ride him properly with shaky-legged enthusiasm from his bent thighs, the filthiest noises imaginable pouring into their kisses. It's so good that he even tries for a little levity, flashing him a smirk. ]

Sir ...

[ He doesn't have to call him that, no, but he does. He respects Hiccup as a lover and a teacher, so why not combine the both to have a little fun? ]

[The tug in his hair catches his attention and he draws himself back up to kiss Jack, full with lips and tongue and teeth in a way that makes it the filthiest kiss he's ever given anyone. And somehow he feels proud about that. His hands close around Jack's thighs, guiding him over his long, thick dick without much of a fuss as he looks up at the white haired boy with an odd sort of reverence, watching those hypnotic hips roll and suck him in like he lap dances for a living.

He knows he told Jack to call him by his name, but he doesn't object when he calls him Sir. Not in the least. It makes him hotter if that could be possible, growling deep in his throat in an almost possessive tone.]

As you were, Mister Frost.

[If they're going to play around with their positions, then Jack wasn't the only one who could do that.]

Show me you've been paying attention.

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