mistletoe meme comment with your character bam, now your character is under some mistletoe. no moving until you lock lips with someone. easy as it sounds.
[ He's actually sorry for upsetting Jon; it happens with frequency because Hiccup isn't the type of person to keep his mouth shut on default, that sort of thing takes actual Moments Of Resolution, the sort he doesn't employ when chatting with his friends. So he starts off the kiss firm and soft, a connection that unmistakably wants to be there but isn't sure if he's welcome.
Just like the way he curls an arm around Jon's waist to try and coax him to stay, Hiccup remains in place but allows for the other man to take out any frustrations that might have built up. He wouldn't blame him. ]
there's enough jon to go around!! all i'm saying is orgy. just tossing that out there. for science.
[Jon makes a noise of surprise and almost goes crosseyed getting a better look at Hiccup. It only takes him a second to give up, because his resolve his weak and Hiccup's kissing game is actually pretty strong.
Look it's just... it's been Awhile. And Jon likes to pretend that he's a block of wood and totally above such things, but he is so not.
So when he feels the arm about his waist, all caution goes flying to the wind and he grabs a fistful of Hiccup's shaggy hair and bites down on his bottom lip, sucking on it. Just a little. He kisses roughly, because he likes to, but in truth he's not frustrated with Hiccup anymore. He doesn't hold grudges well when they're against friends.]
[ Jon's Kissing Game isn't anything to sniff at, either.
Accustomed to being pawed and pushed and angled just so by Astrid, and rather having enjoyed having her showing such dominance in the bedroom and wherever else, Hiccup lets a soft moan pass into his friend's mouth as he sucks on that invading heat, a metal foot clinking quietly as he takes a step forward, the fist in his hair holding him captive in ways he doesn't protest to. He's always been attracted to warmth and gentle touches, a distinct lack of both on Berk mostly to blame for the way Hiccup soaks up affection like a sponge.
The bite gets a reedy nasal whine, cut off as he digs his hands into what he can of Jon's clothes (stupid layers, why so many) and winds up grasping the back of a belt, lean leather-clad hips slotting in to let him feel the way Hiccup kisses with his whole body, arching and shifting to get closer, to touch more. Jon can have anything he wants, if he spoils a certain demanding Viking first. Hiccup is hot in his armour, a little breathless, and durable enough not to complain about the roughness; exactly the opposite. ]
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Just like the way he curls an arm around Jon's waist to try and coax him to stay, Hiccup remains in place but allows for the other man to take out any frustrations that might have built up. He wouldn't blame him. ]
there's enough jon to go around!! all i'm saying is orgy. just tossing that out there. for science.
Look it's just... it's been Awhile. And Jon likes to pretend that he's a block of wood and totally above such things, but he is so not.
So when he feels the arm about his waist, all caution goes flying to the wind and he grabs a fistful of Hiccup's shaggy hair and bites down on his bottom lip, sucking on it. Just a little. He kisses roughly, because he likes to, but in truth he's not frustrated with Hiccup anymore. He doesn't hold grudges well when they're against friends.]
this should be a thing why isn't it a thing
Accustomed to being pawed and pushed and angled just so by Astrid, and rather having enjoyed having her showing such dominance in the bedroom
and wherever else, Hiccup lets a soft moan pass into his friend's mouth as he sucks on that invading heat, a metal foot clinking quietly as he takes a step forward, the fist in his hair holding him captive in ways he doesn't protest to. He's always been attracted to warmth and gentle touches, a distinct lack of both on Berk mostly to blame for the way Hiccup soaks up affection like a sponge.The bite gets a reedy nasal whine, cut off as he digs his hands into what he can of Jon's clothes (stupid layers, why so many) and winds up grasping the back of a belt, lean leather-clad hips slotting in to let him feel the way Hiccup kisses with his whole body, arching and shifting to get closer, to touch more. Jon can have anything he wants, if he spoils a certain demanding Viking first. Hiccup is hot in his armour, a little breathless, and durable enough not to complain about the roughness; exactly the opposite. ]