[ Having already gotten off, Jack's in no hurry as he parts Hiccup's fastenings on his jeans and stuffs his hands down the back of them, loosening them enough that he can grasp the top of his ass and tug him forward. With those boxers in the way it ought to be clear he won't be simply going for gold, instead pushing aside a coat and tshirt to start mouthing his way across a stomach, bites sinking into a happy-trail before a wet tongue slips into the indent of a navel, breathing hard.
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He'll have a little fun, first. ]