And here we are, halfway through! With a hearty dose of slashy goodness.
Hiccup/Dagur/Eret
Kinks are against a wall and double penetration. I'm gonna err on the side of caution and pre-warn that this came out as quite rough - but all consensual - sex in places too.
-HTTYD-
"You're staring again."
"Yes. Yes I am."
Dagur rolled his eyes at Hiccup, who continued to lean over the bench, chin resting on his hand as he watched Dagur work out. It wasn't strictly the size of muscles he liked, though the view was rather good. But Hiccup couldn't help enjoying a good show of strength; even his past girlfriends had all been capable of launching him bodily without difficulty. Now he dated guys, but the strength thing lingered. Watching the way Dagur pushed against the heavy weights, grunting, sweating... was it any wonder Hiccup stayed to ogle?
Dating two guys who both enjoyed weight lifting meant a whole room in their house was just full of workout gear, so Hiccup could happily ogle from the comfort of his home too. He wasn't against exercise, but he didn't gain muscle as easily at the other two and preferred hiking and climbing.
"It's distracting!"
Dagur grumbled as he sat up after doing his chest press, wiping sweat from his hands and face with a towel that had definitely seen better days. Knowing Dagur was almost done anyway and not wanting him to end up hurting himself because he was distracted, Hiccup stood up with a reluctant sigh, casting one last look over pumped-up muscles shining with sweat before turning to leave.
"Eret lets me watch!"
Was his parting comment, hearing Dagur mimicking him in a squeaky voice. It was all in jest, and they knew that.
Hiccup dumped protein powder into a glass for Dagur to mix up when he came back out, making himself a cold drink and sitting to wait. If he was lucky, Dagur wouldn't bother wearing a shirt when he got out of the shower. Then Hiccup could continue his staring when it wouldn't distract a guy lifting more than his own body weight over his head. Sometimes Dagur let him watch, but not always.
However, Hiccup was happy to forgive him when Dagur reappeared clad only in damp skin and a pair of shorts, scrubbing at his short reddish-orange hair roughly with a towel while damp fabric clung in all sorts of appealing ways to his body. Hiccup nudged the glass of powder over toward him, getting a grateful smile from Dagur as he grabbed it, filled it up with milk from the fridge and stirred it like it had personally offended him.
"Feel better?"
"Mmm" Dagur wiped his mouth, burping against the back of his hand "much."
"Oh, thats attractive."
Dagur grinned, wiping more drink from the scruff above his top lip. It didn't grow thick enough to be called a beard yet, but Hiccup was quite fond of it all the same. It felt nice to touch now Dagur conditioned it too, so that was all that really mattered. After a small glass of water to wash down his shake, Dagur stretched and turned to advance on Hiccup in exactly the way he'd been hoping for. Getting his blood pumping while he worked out usually left Dagur with excess vigour, which Hiccup was sort of quietly counting on as he waited.
Pinned against the wall in record time, Hiccup smirked against Dagur's mouth as he felt solid muscles and solid cock pressed to him. Dagur was a couple of inches shorter, but much wider than Hiccup, all heat and hunger in this state as he grappled with the fastening of Hiccup's jeans, growling when Hiccup's hands landed on his, stilling him.
"Hang- fuck, hang on a sec Dagur."
Hiccup only wanted to get the sachet of lube out of his pocket before Dagur shoved his jeans down. Once Dagur saw that, he cheered right up and yanked fabric down, hands squeezing at HIccup's ass, his cock, tugging the half-hard length to full mast as his teeth scraped across Hiccup's shoulder. Gods, he loved when Dagur got like this. The bruising grip on his waist loosened as Dagur turned him around, the sound of the sachet tearing before Dagur pinned Hiccup to the wall with an arm against his shoulders, edging toward painful and fuelling the frantic heat that left Hiccup weak in the knees.
Slick fingers probed him, gentle at first to make sure he didn't hurt Hiccup, but once that instinctive tension before his body remembered that it was a good kind of intrusion went away, Dagur fingered him quick and efficient, stretching Hiccup open and nudging his prostate just enough to make him shake. Fierce grip on his hips and Dagur's legs shoving his wider, Hiccup was bent low enough for Dagur to penetrate him in short order, felt that brief hesitation as Dagur pressed against him, giving Hiccup time to say "no, wait" or "I need more prep". Wanting to reassure his lover and get back to the hot, quick fun, Hiccup pushed back, felt the thick head of Dagur's cock stretch him before slipping in with a mutual groan of satisfaction.
"Fuck, Hiccup..."
Gods Dagur's voice was hot like that, all low and rough and strained, breathless with want. He slid in with measured slowness, ensuring Hiccup could take him and letting him adjust for a minute as he pulled Hiccup back by the hips. Feeling their bodies come flush, Hiccup gasped at the fullness, loving the way Dagur fit snugly inside him. A few shallow thrusts to test the waters, but then Dagur's energy resurged and his hips snapped quick and hard against Hiccup, the sudden push making Hiccup cry out. As soon as he adjusted, Hiccup was pushing back, panting, pleading for more and thrilling in the ache beneath Dagur's fingers holding him.
Dagur pulled out, left Hiccup whining in loss and frustration before he was turned around, feet fumbled out of his jeans and legs boosted up around Dagur's waist before he really knew what was happening. The angle was better, Dagur's thrusts dragging across his sweet spots with an almost unnerving pace, holding Hiccup agains the wall like he weighed nothing. The flexed position of his biceps as he supported Hiccup's weight, the rigid set of his thick shoulders and the quick rate his broad chest was rising and falling... Hiccup was dizzy with arousal just watching Dagur, even before the wicked bolts of white-hot pleasure ran through him from each thrust that pushed against his prostate.
His own cock was caught beneath his t-shirt, not even removed in Dagur's haste to have him, leaking a steady damp spot across the cotton. Hiccup was so sensitive in his aroused state that even the drag of cotton across the head as he bounced with Dagur's thrusts was enough to make him whimper pathetically. Clutching at Dagur senselessly, Hiccup felt his gut tighten, knew he was going to come and probably ruin his shirt as Dagur grunted, hiking Hiccup back up the wall as he slid down slightly.
Pleasure and heat consumed him all at once, spilling in a messy puddle against his own belly, sticky t-shirt clinging to the flexing muscles in his abdomen as Dagur cursed, felt Hiccup clench and spasm around the cock inside him, a last few deep thrusts before he came inside Hiccup with a hungry groan, fingers iron-vices upon his thighs.
His legs felt boneless as Dagur lowered him down, fluid dripping down his inner thigh and leaving him feeling debauched, filthy. It matched the state Dagur left him in anyway, t-shirt creased and soiled, jeans and underwear piled on the floor and his heart beating a mile a minute, breathless panting the only sound Hiccup was capable of making. Dagur looked remarkably unruffled, his breathing quickened and cock pulled free of his shorts, but otherwise there was little indication he'd just slammed Hiccup into the wall and fucked him stupid. Leaning against the wall, Hiccup basked in the joys of afterglow, until he thought his legs might support him long enough to get to clean up. The sound of the front door opening drew both their attentions, but it was only Eret.
It might have been awkward if it were anyone else.
"Aw man, you guys started without me."
"It was Hiccup's fault. He sat there looking all cute."
-HTTYD-
So basically between internet problems, writers block and a distraction (YOU KNOW WHO YOU GUYS ARE) I didn't get anywhere near where I wanted to with this, and only finished the first half.
So the other half will be done after Kinktober (there's at least three already getting a part two why do I do this to myself), and until then enjoy your Dagcup.