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.
[ 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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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. ]