The "Seven Minutes In Heaven" Meme.

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RULES • Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. • RNG for a number between 1-10 to get your scenario. Mix and match! • Have fun!

SCENARIOS 01) One In A Million | The other person is the only reason you agreed to play this game and now you have them right where you've hoped for all night! Get it, tiger. 02) Not My Type | This is hella awkward. Is it their voice? Attitude? Appearance? You just don't want those lips anywhere near yours. Seven Minutes In Heaven, more like Seven Minutes Of Nope. 03) Seventy Minutes | You're so involved in smooching that neither of you notices the door has been locked and everyone else has left the room! Not until it's too late. 04) Unrequited | Tell them how you feel (so many! emotions!!). Even if you're a little too enthusiastic and your love is unrequited you still have seven minutes of smooching to do, as per game rules. You can't fail! 05) Seconds and Thirds | Some self-proclaimed funny man outside upped the stakes and now a third party has been shoved inside with the two of you. Make the most of it! (Three-way threads ahoy!) 06) Taken | One of you has a significant other and your seven minutes are spent smooching anyway. Oops. 07) Strangers in the Hangers | Hello there, Good Looking. Where has this hottie been all night? Who cares, now they're yours! 08) Long Lost Smooches | You haven't seen them in forever and didn't know they were going to be here tonight. Resolve that UST! 09) Party Pooper | One of those involved is upset because of #PartyShit and now they're trapped in a closet after getting dragged into playing a game they tried to avoid. Cheer them up? With kisses? Good plan. 10) Get A Room | Your seven minutes are up but neither of you wants to stop. Relocate to a spare room!

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[dragonconqueror]

[The praise feels good, sending small shivers along his spine and heat into the pool of his belly, the touch not helping him much as his cock grows under his own pants. He can take care of himself later in the bathroom, he thinks as he flattens his tongue along the underside and drags it back up, mouth still wrapped around his friend's dick as his head bobs.

One of his hands comes up to take hold of that which he can't reach or has no desire to see if he can get it past his gag reflex, so instead he keeps his lips hollow around the first few inches, his hand rubbing the saliva from his licks around the flesh at the base.

Hiccup stifles down the voice in his head wondering if there could be more to this, waking up and looking at Jack's face every morning, but he kills those thoughts pretty much immediately. This is a game, and Jack likes his games. He's only petting his hair and praising him because it's a game.]

[icy]

Hic.

[ Voice cracking on a moan, Jack relaxes into the mouth-hand action and finds a rhythm with it that more than works, precome spilling freely over a soft hot tongue. He tries rocking his hips a little, just wanting the illusion of movement as he half-watches, half-whimpers his way through the blowjob. The lighting is terrible but he can see the wetness of Hiccup's stretched lips with every pass over his cock and when Jack brushes back dark hair, he can fist it lightly to keep that view.

It won't take long for him to start bucking more insistently, the throbbing vein under his length causing him to twitch right up across his abdomen with every flex of Jack's pelvis in the shadowy closet. His heartbeat quickens even further and he snags Hiccup's hair with a bitten-off warning, stirred up into such an emotional and physical mess that he starts to come in thick spurts, throat exposed on a mangled groan of the other's name.

He'll blame the booze. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[The whimpers send flushed of heat straight to his cock still trapped in the confines of his pants, reaching down to rub himself a little, reassuring that he hasn't forgotten about his own hard on and it'll get taken care of soon enough.

He doesn't mind the bucking, removing his free hand from the curve of a hip to brace himself against the wall, feeling the tightening in his hair, but it's not enough of a warning. Cum dribbles from the corner of his mouth before he chokes and swallows, pulling back to cough.]

[icy]

[ Hissing apologies under his breath, Jack holds as still as he can as he empties his load into a hot mouth, not quite finished by the time Hiccup has to catch his breath with a cough; he tries not to feel the burn of embarrassment as he stripes a cheek with a tell-tale mess, creasing forward to try and angle his trajectory away from him. He's never drinking apple sourz again, they fuck him up too badly; that's undoubtedly what went awry here, not the fact it's his dream guy sucking him off with little to no warning. ]

Shit, shit, sorry. Sorry, you were just ... amazing.

[ No, no, it was the alcohol! Fuck. Never mind. Slumping heavily, he pants against the sleeve of an ugly blazer hanging from the clothes-rack. ]

Get up, they're gonna open the doors soon. Let me help you clean that stuff off.

[dragonconqueror]

[Hiccup runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth to the back as far as it can go, shaking his head as he coughed once more into the body of a coat as his cheek is sprayed, feeling the remaining cum settle on his skin before it slides down to his chin. The praise hits him and he feels himself warm through, wanting to hear that again but with more urgency to it.

Jack was right though, they'd be opening the doors soon, and he stifles the part of himself that's disappointed about it happening. This was just the alcohol. Whatever apple cider ale was swimming in his head was the little voice telling him Jack was gorgeous like this as he looks up, eyes hooded by his hair before he stands, having to slouch against the other rack of clothes in order to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling of the closet.]

N-no, it's fine. I got it.

[He reaches into his pocket and drags out a hankie, wiping the cum from his cheek and wherever else it landed, lips still tingling from the feeling of Jack's cock in his mouth and dick still hard in his own pants. Hiccup pauses, looking at Jack with a small smile before he leaned forward to kiss him again, pulling back just as the door opened.]

[icy]

[ He gives up petting Hiccup's hair when the taller man rises to his feet, clearing his throat as best he can and doing up his jeans. He takes the sleeve of a shirt hanging up and uses it to swipe off some come from Hiccup's coat, stuffing the soiled garment to the far back of the wardrobe just in time to turn around and see Hiccup smiling at him in the semi-light.

Jack makes a small noise when the kiss meets midway, tiptoeing so Hiccup needn't snap his neck. He hums approvingly and tugs on a lower lip, the brush of a thigh between long legs letting him feel the neglected, hard cock trapped beneath.

Just as the doors open, he whispers, Stay behind me, and laces their fingers together. ]

I was sick! I apologize, my bad, too much to drink! [ Jack yelps as he pushes out of the closet, tugging Hiccup directly behind him and using his spare hand to pull around his middle. Fine actor that he is, he pretends to almost vomit into his palm as everyone moans about the game being ruined. ] Sorry! No, no, don't go in, smells like cheesy nachos ... Hiccup's gonna show me where the bathroom is ...

[ Or once they're scot-free in the hallway, Jack will pull him into the nearest available bedroom. Actual James Bond. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[The closet is warm, almost stifling and Hiccup is half sure it's because of the clothes. He almost feels like writing an apology note to whoever owns it and the clothes in there. He makes a noise when his lower lip is tugged and a leg slips along his neglected cock, causing him room whimper needily. Gods how embarrassing.

And then the door opens.

Hiccup is half tempted to pull them closed again, but he doesn't get the chance to, which is lucky. Astrid is giving him the stink eye for ruining what quality time she could've had in there with Merida but grins when she notices how stiffly he's walking.]

Y-yeah, he projectile vomited. Those poor clothes.

[It sounds like a weak excuse, but it doesn't stop Ruffnut from dragging Eret in there without even spinning the bottle and Tuffnut helping them out by closing the door, much to Eret's distressed noises.

Hiccup lets himself breath a sigh of relief once they're out of sight, then yelp when Jack pulls him into a unused bedroom.]

Jack, wha...

[icy]

[ Projectile vomited. Nice to know Hiccup is a solid wingman right to the end, gory details and all. ]

Alas, poor Eret, we hardly knew ye.

[ Chuckling as they make their way, it's only when Jack has Hiccup to himself that he starts to think on his feet (because this is as far as his brain got). ]

Sit down and spread your legs, you look like you need to get comfortable.

[ Jack gives him a push back toward the available bed, shadow-walking Hiccup's steps in front and curling his fingers in the belt of jeans. He might have already come but there's a note of arousal still thrumming through him, banked in store for this. ]

[dragonconqueror]

[He feels a little sorry for the guy. Ruffnut can get a little crazy when she sees something she wants. Or someone as the case may be.

Hiccup stumbles back a bit when he's pushed towards the bed, feeling his knees hit the edge of it just as he gathers himself again. He raises an eyebrow at the other boy a little incredulously before he gets what's happening.

Oh.

Oh.

Is he dreaming? he thinks to himself as he sits down as ordered, leaning on his hands with a bit of bewilderment, face colouring as Jack reaches for the belt of his jeans. Hiccup's face burns brighter, biting his bottom lip in anticipation.]

[icy]

[ 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.

He'll have a little fun, first. ]

[dragonconqueror]

Jack, what...

[Hiccup lets the other boy pull him forward, the question on the tip of his tongue even though he knows fully well what Jack is doing. He still feels the need to question it though - he was more than happy to jerk off by himself in the bathroom so why...

That train of thought is stifled when Jack starts mouthing his stomach, his brain feeling like a fried circuit. His hips jerk when the bites happen, his head throwing back and sending a cascade of auburn hair down the back of his neck. Okay, so this was much better than his original plan, but still...]