7 Minutes in Heaven

[sockle]

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 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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[flightsuit]

[The bite releases a satisfied moan from his throat, persuading him to push Jack back up against a wall, holding him there as he grabs below a knee to hoist it up at his hip.]

And I'm pretty sure you like it this way.

[Snickering into another kiss with a bit more force, a tongue showing no hesitation into breaking past lips and teeth.]

[icy]

[ A winking grin is all he can manage before his back is introduced to the wall, a knee cinching securely in place around a narrow waist. That leaves them pressed tightly together, but Jack still drags Hiccup down just as much as he is pushed up.

The closet is doubtless rattling, or at the very least very suspicious bangs from elbows and low moans make it obvious what's going on; they finally start playing the game for the last couple of minutes in the closet. Jack's nasal breaths are loud in his own ears as he matches the rocking of his hips to the sucking of a long, hot tongue, stroking Hiccup inside and out with as much attention to detail as he can. He may as well when it's dark, and touch is one of his favorite senses when it comes to setting his lover on edge. He knows exactly how to, too ...

Like the way he grinds in a little slower and lets Hiccup feel the lasting effect he's having. ]

[flightsuit]

[The excitement over those cookies is nothing compared to the sudden lifting of his spirits that comes with the passion behind these kisses. Jack easily succeeds in getting Hiccup's senses of touch heightened, groaning with the slow grind that does wonders to his insides, adding a extra encouragement to an already growing erection. This certainly isn't the place to deal with it, but it doesn't stop him from tightening his hold on Jack's thigh, keeping it high and spread for him to press in between those legs.

Gasping against a mouth to take a breath, he kisses at the corner of a mouth as he focus on his grinding, intent on returning the sensations to his lover.]

[icy]

[ He should probably be the older, wiser of the pair of them. He really isn't. Not when he gets to have his boyfriend rutting up against him like he's been swallowing aphrodisiacs instead of plain old cookies, even if they're about to be caught in the act. Barely biting back moans, Jack gives up trying to hold in his hunger and finds the line of Hiccup's dick with his own, clamping a hand on one side of an ass to drag him in and confess without words that he isn't the only one being an idiot in semi-public. ]

Hic, they're gonna ... ah, gonna open the doors in a minute.

[ Never mind the way Jack rides him with enthusiasm pouring out of every inch, turning his head to snatch up another messy, heavy kiss. ]

[flightsuit]

Good. [It's easy to admit due to how hard he's getting, almost making him wonder if there was something in those cookies. Except he knows how much he shamelessly gets turned on by Jack and in the darkness they were in, feeling nothing but breath and constant touching, it only doubled his urges.]

Then maybe we can go someplace better where we can take of this. [This representing the way the hard line of a cock pushes up underneath clothed sacs, groaning with having to make do with this for now.]

[icy]

[ Flushing in the shadows, he wipes frost off his cheeks and goes back to dragging him in with an indulgent groan that muffles against the press of a hot mouth. Someplace better. Definitely. Anyfuckingwhere sounds like a dream compared to the cramped conditions currently being borne, even if he does get to ride him through twisted layers of clothing and enjoy a short stint of frotting like animals.

Hitched gasps are ground out of him with every thrust that sets Hiccup almost where Jack wants him to be. It's a more than compromising position to be caught in when the doors are yanked open, and he hides his face in the opposite side of Hiccup's neck as his hood is yanked up, trying to regain his equilibrium; Hiccup can lead them away, he'll find no protests. ]

[flightsuit]

[There's sheer embarrassment at being caught panting the way they are, practically fucking with their clothes on. But Hiccup's so accustomed to being embarrassed that he recovers enough to take Jack by the hand and drag him out of that tall space to make their way out of there, away from everyone.]

Well, what do you know! Turns out Jack is crazy claustrophobic. Totally freaking out in there. Gotta take care of him. Send him to rest, cause I'm such a nice guy. [Excuses he knows no one will believe, especially evident with the obvious bulge he makes no attempt to hide as he seeks out a bedroom, any bedroom at this point.

Consumed with too much lust to worry much about it, he immediately shuts the door behind them when they're in safer vicinity, leaning in to Jack to smooth hands over cheeks beneath a hoodie to give Jack a tender kiss.]

It's alright. We're good now.

[icy]

( flies the rest of this to a musebox ahw yea )