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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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[ A grin flashes the second the door closes, and he's reaching for fistfuls of Hiccup's green button-up to drag him into the very same kiss as soon as the opportunity presents itself. Jack lets him feel the sigh of relief, tugging hips closer to rock his hard-on over the soft line of his lover's through jeans, and ekes out a series of barely-there gasps just for Hiccup's benefit.

Hands and lips and tongues crash together in the small space cleared against the wall in between the boxes, able to brace his shoulders and rut against him firmly from the off. ]

I need you. Right now.

[So much for being discreet, he thinks to himself as he indulges in the kiss, responding in kind as his fingers trailed up along a leg and slipped under a shirt to splay themselves against Jack's torso. He's starting to get hard the longer they kiss, responding to the rutting with his own bucks. Hiccup trails his mouth down one side and along Jack's delectable neck, nipping at the skin there and groaning softly.]

We're in the middle of class.

[Not that that sounds like a protest, mind, especially since his fingers are already undoing the zip and button combo on Jack's jeans.]

I know. [ Laughing through a whisper, he drags one of Hiccup's hand around the loosened jeans and guides long fingers to the base of plastic wedged between his cheeks, moaning silently after biting his lip. In a shaky voice, laving a lower lip, Jack murmurs, ] That's why I got myself ready for you.

[ No fuss, no muss. ]

[His breath hitches as his fingers feel the outlining of the toy sitting in his boyfriend's ass, his dick straining against his pants. Hiccup's mouth closes around Jack's again, swallowing any noises that he makes as his fingers start pushing brown jeans down, just so that they rest above Jack's knees. There's no sense in getting fully naked while class is in session.

Gently, he coaxes Jack to turn around and face the wall of storage boxes, kneeling so he can examine it himself as he takes careful hold of the dildo.]

Bite your hand or stuff your shirt into your mouth.

[The command is soft, and he tugs without warning, pulling the length of the toy out of his lover and it takes him a second to realize which one it is. There's a bit of shock on his face before he shakes his head and pulls it out completely, leaning forward to kiss the rim of the gaping entrance.]

You saucy minx.

[ He moves however Hiccup prefers, that being the idea of this when genius struck and Jack first inserted the buttplug. Now, with his arms braced on the wall and his back arching like a cat to let Hiccup have access to every part of him, he whines under his breath and curls his toes in his sneakers as the thick mold of his boyfriend's dick is slid free, gasping against a wrist. ]

Hic, please. [ Laughing under his breath, he tips his head back and wiggles his raw pink asshole, already slick with plenty of lube. Lips there are enough to make his noises pitch higher, trying to keep the overall volume down so it doesn't bleed through the frosted glass of the door, and pointing toward the wall his dick is hard as rock. ] I've been sitting on you all morning ...

[He presses another kiss to the cleft of Jack's ass and rises to his feet again, leaning in close but pulling his hands away to undo his own jeans, just the flap. Shimmying his underwear down slightly, he lets out a small groan as his cock slides free, giving it a few languid pumps with lube from the toy to get it to full hardness. It's not hard to with the sight in front of him, his lover arched against the storage boxes.]

Wouldn't that be something? You sitting on my lap while I teach, taking me right...

[Hiccup tilts his head, reaching to turn Jack's for a kiss as he lines himself up, Jack's gaping ass swallowing him easily.]

...to the hilt?

[ Gasping sharply, his ass tightens and conforms to the hot dick that forces him open with so much more satisfaction than the plastic, biting his lip as he scratches the wall and rocks over him to the hilt, knees trembling when fully seated. Twisting his head around to keep kissing him, he reaches back to thread clutching fingers through auburn locks, tugging at braids.

A shaky exhale shivers over hot tongues at the imagery, and he grinds back with a hushed whimper. ]

I'll ... I'll do it. Be nothing b-but your fucktoy if you want, I'm all yours. [ A tight ass ripples its grip from base to tip as Jack's sinuous hips writhe, grinning even as he wrinkles his nose. ] Ride me bare, Hiksti, c'mon, c'mon ... Ah, give it to me, babe?

[He gives a low groan against that smart mouth, trying to keep quiet even as he starts rutting into his lover. Short strokes, since there's not really any time to take this nice and slow, despite their usual pacing being somewhere in between. Hiccup's tongue laps over Jack's as well as it can, sliding to his jaw when it can't as one of his hands trails up, running his fingers through his white hair.]

You'd like to be put on display for everyone while I fuck you then? Like them watching?

[There's a purr in his voice as his hips move, canting in deeply and out smoothly as his mouth presses a kiss to the curve of Jack's shoulder. The words are a fantasy of course, they could never do anything like that. But it stirs him on, imagining it.]

I ... ah, ah!

[ He knows the words they whisper can't ever take form in the light of day, even with them going this far in semi-private, but it's true' he'd let him do that and more if it meant he could belong to Hicuup and only his Hiksti. He also knows, from kinky experience in the bedroom with him, that Hiccup is a lot fierier than he looks.

Gasping sharply on every thrust, he tilts his chin up in supplication, spine curving to surrender his ass to the pounding it takes. ]

Sit on your lap with a leash, let you fuck up into me as you're teaching ... spread my legs on the desk as I let them w-watch you opening me up, claiming me ... You cock, Hic, it's f-ah, fucking incredible, don't stop.

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[He's a lot fierier than he looks, but he's also a lot more possessive than he looks. This is dangerous, he knows, but he feels part of him wants them to know what's going on, wants them to look at the door and wonder what's taking them so long to look for a little USB chip. His fingers grip Jack's hip harder, almost like he has an intent to leave a bruise before his grip lightens up.

He wants them to know Jack is his and he's Jack's. Wants them staring and whispering, and the thought makes him growl deep in the back of his throat as he keeps pounding, reaching with his other hand to trail his fingers around Jack's mouth.]

And you'd let me? You'd let me do all of that, pound you while people watch, eyeing you off like a pack of wolves? [He drags Jack's head back close to his, nipping at the ear.] You're mine. No one else is allowed to look or touch. This? [He pulls back and thrusts deeply, hitting a wall as his fingers slip into Jack's mouth to muffle any cries.] Nobody can watch.

[ Never before has anyone wanted him like this. Pitch didn't, there was always an air of Mine and it never ran too closely to the We're exclusive talk Jack had wanted so desperately to hear; if he thinks of his former lover now, it's only to compare how lacking that relationship was when put alongside this one. Sucking on Hiccup's fingers, jaw hanging with a line of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth while being being fucked wide open, he scrunches up a fist in Hiccup's hair behind as he whimpers, tightening around that long length as it holds him spread around its burning girth. He can feel tight balls rubbing the back of his own and feels safe, full and protected and wanted, so very, very precious. Jack can't think clearly, picking up on the possessiveness in a carnal way that sinks right into the marrow of his bones and makes him obey. ]

Nobody ... Nobody but you.

[ More a recitation of their new boundary being set in stone than anything, he nips at calloused fingertips before sucking down knuckles to the same pace set as their quickening fucking below. ]

Mmmm, mmm ... !

[ Precome beads in thick droplets from the tip of his cock, dripping to the dusty floor as his abused prostate makes him twitch. He wants to come, but waits for permission from the master of his heart. ]

[He responds to the scrunched fist with renewed fervor, nipping at the lobe in his mouth before dropping his head to leave a mark on the crook of Jack's shoulder, low enough that his shirt can probably hide it if he wants. They've talked about their past lovers before, and Hiccup has only thought that if he ever met Pitch he'd probably punch him for toying with Jack like he did. The fingers outside of Jack's mouth slide up to catch he drool, taking hold of his chin as he kisses his cheek.]

Good boy.

[Jack makes his heart thunder in his ears in ways Astrid never had. There was always something there between them, but they could never really make it work, which disappointed him. There's something in this relationship that's quite unlike his previous one, sends his blood thrumming through his veins like hot water through pipes.

He slides his fingers around from the hip and takes hold of the hard cock he can feel straining in his hands, wrapping around delicately at the base and keeping hold, tilting his head to whisper in an ear.]

Not yet, love.

[ Whining as his ear is nipped and his cock jumps eagerly, Jack hums his assent as Hiccup helps hold him in check. His balls are heavy and aching, and whenever he does come he'll have to spend a while in the utility closet cleaning up all the evidence that doesn't land in his ass. ]

I love you so much, so much ...[ His dreamy words whisper up against the wall and against Hiccup's fingers, a constant haze of mind-numbing pleasure suffusing his entire body so he feels like little more than a hold to be fucked, but in the best way. ] Want you to fuck me with the dragon at home, m-make you even bigger ...

[ He wouldn't care if Hiccup split him apart with this, their relationship morphing Jack into a confirmed size-queen. The dick burying itself to the hilt in his ass is already bigger than most, enough that a spurt of precome spatters the wall on a particularly hard grind. ]

Fuck me like this at home, like an animal? Come so much. [ Hiccup would probably enjoy it, getting to fill Jack up with three times the come, even if two-thirds of it stored in the cock-sheath is fake. He knows he would, just like the sky is blue and Jack's boyfriend is into dragons. Admittedly, Jack's getting to the same level of obsession with them too. ] P-Please, oh.

I'll breed you with the dragon at home. Breed you and fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. We'll have to call in sick.

[He chooses his words carefully, knowing how much Jack enjoys their toy as much as he did during their first time. It warmed him to think that his apartment was already so much their shared home, that Jack thought of it that way, and he would have blushed like a schoolgirl a long time ago at the fact that the kink is shared.

There's so much he wants to do, wants to torment Jack with his hand for a bit longer, but he releases the circle around the base of his dick. He might not be able to come as much as he can with the assistance of the sheath, but he's going to fill his boyfriend up right here in the storage closet. He strokes his fingers down along a hard dick, murmuring into his ear.]

Come, but quietly.

[ Stretching out against Hiccup as he hears I'll breed you and realizes, Shit, I do have a kink for this rubbish, Jack nods at the hope of calling in sick tomorrow and instead of studying getting his ass devastated however Hiccup pleases.

Finally allowed to come, he tips his head back on a shoulder and manages to do so silently for the most part, high-pitched gasps eking free now and then as his cock paints the old paint on the wall in thick stripes, balls drawing up and ass turning vicelike around his boyfriend to keep him right there. It doesn't feel like the orgasm is going to end any time soon, even when he runs out of come and his dick spits stray globs instead, trying to relinquish more than he can produce from his shivering, wrecked figure. ]

[Hiccup manages to catch some of it in his hand that curves around the tip of his lover's cock as he comes, only taking it back to grip tightly on his hip, smearing the collected cum over bony sides as he releases inside his boyfriend. Biting down on his lip, Hiccup has to bite back his own moans, low and guttural as he comes. Not as much as he could with the sheath, but enough to paint Jack's insides until later.

Panting softly, he leans forward as he pulls out, cradling Jack so he doesn't slump to the floor and kissing the back of his neck, murmuring against his skin.]

How was that, love?

[ The sensation of being filled with Hiccup's hot come is unlike anything else, better than he imagines every single time he gets to have him. He wriggles back, ass pressed firmly over a pelvis bone, spread for Hiccup to rut into, while the kisses shortly after along his neck have him sighing out unsteadily so as not to moan and give them away. ]

Perfect. [ Nuzzling him without a care for his sullied hip or the harsh breathing, Jack noses against a temple as he half-turns and pets through Hiccup's hair with the hand previously fisted in auburn locks by the arm arching backwards. ] I ... I wish we were in bed, Hic ...

[ To do nothing but laze about on each other, to kiss and cuddle. But the class is still chatting away behind the utility closet's door, and Jack complains about it with a whimper of protest, squeezing the dick buried in his ass. ]

I know. I do too.

[Wishes they were home so they could snuggle in bed or on the couch, cuddle and murmur against each other's mouths. The utility closet is no place for cuddling, especially not at school. He turns Jack around gently so that they can nuzzle for a minute, pressing his lips gently to a sweaty temple as he holds his boyfriend close.]

We'll be in bed tonight. I'll do whatever you want me to.

[ Snuggling in the closet is something that makes him smile, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat, lipping at a cheek of stubble. Sighing at length, Jack eventually wiggles his sore ass and chuckles. ]

You've gotta let me go if you want me to clean up.

[He chuckles and kisses a cheek before he pulls away reluctantly, using a hand to wipe any excess come off his dick and his free one to pull his hankie out of his pocket, wiping his hand with that. Hiccup fixes his jeans and shirt, brushing down his hair before he looks at his lover with a raised eyebrow.]

Do I look normal?

[ Jack remains leaning heavily on the clean part of the wall as he watches Hiccup tidy up. Having thought ahead, there's a pack of tissues on a shelf nearby, but for now he enjoys the feeling of come sliding slowly down his thighs as he watches Hiccup (flushed, hair mussed, languid as hell) try and seem normal. ]

You look like you just got laid.

[ Snickering, he reaches up a clean hand to start patting down rogue tufts of hair. ]

You're going to be the death of me.

[It's said fondly, though with a little bit of exhaustion, if the look on his face is any indication. Hiccup manages to smile a his hair is patted down, leaning in to steal a kiss from his lover, chaste as it is.]

[ Nuzzling noses, after the kiss, he slouches back and nods to the door, tugging aimlessly on Hiccup's shirt. ]

Go on, tell them I made a mess with the boxes and have to clean it up. It's not a lie.

[He laughs a little and kisses him again, hand coming up to cup his cheek before pulling away and raising his voice in a slightly chiding tone.]

I'll see you after school, Mister Frost.

[With a wink, he exits the utility cupboard, trying hard not to look like he'd just gotten laid.]

[The rest of the day drags on for far too long after that, Hiccup finding it hard to concentrate on his classes. Finally the bell rings, after taking seemingly forever to do so, and he calls out to remind his students about their homework as they flee the classroom. He rolls his eyes, beginning to pack up his books and eager to get out of there himself.

They agreed that taking separate routes to home would be the best option for keeping this under wraps, so by the time Jack gets home, Hiccup has already washed and cooked a bit of dinner, his KISS THE COOK apron wrapped over the top of his torso as he cooks. Just a plain old chicken and rice dinner, but he turns his head when he hears the door open, placing a hand on his hip as his other continues to stir the rice.]

Welcome home.

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