And so we come back to the boys! They appreciate everyone who follows their little story.

-HTTYD-

There was little denying that coming out to his parents had done Hiccup's confidence in himself some good. Toothless was quite happily benefiting from it, with his laughing boyfriend currently investigating the new box of gag-gift stock. Not that Toothless was feeling benefited at that moment - he was bound, cuffed to the beam he'd installed in his living room for this exact purpose. Hiccup had put those on him... and then left him there. It was rather rude of him, actively as Toothless had been hoping his boyfriend would be open to experimenting.

"Uh, Hiccup?"

"Yeah?"

"How long am I staying here?"

Turning to him with a grin on that handsome face of his, Hiccup winked.

"Until I let you out. Or you ask nicely, obviously."

Toothless debated it, wondering when he'd suddenly shifted from the shy, nervous newbie to the one giggling, elbow deep in penis-shaped slinkies that Storm had snuck on to the stock order. He'd only brought the box home so he could have a proper look before it went on the shelves.

"I'm asking nicely, either come play with me or let me out. Pretty please?"

Hiccup tsked, straightening up from the floor.

"Fine. You're no fun."

"I beg to differ. I'm just not much fun stood here waiting."

He felt the pressure on his wrists ease, the dull ache pleasant as he rubbed them to encourage blood flow - Hiccup wasn't an expert in restraints, but Toothless would have called it off if he was really worried. They weren't serious restraints anyway - just those that had been lying around in his bedroom from a few days before. It would be a while before he got around to teaching Hiccup knots and bondage...

Although it would be good fun when he did.

"Come on Johnny Complaints."

Toothless grinned, ducked down and scooped Hiccup up over his shoulder before carting him (carefully) down to the playing room, hearing him protest and feeling him wriggle for freedom as they went.

"I feel like it shouldn't be this easy for you to pick me up."

"Relax darlin', I work out. It's not me saying you're light or delicate, I'm just... a very cheeky dragon, showing off."

"You are a show off."

Hiccup appeared to have accepted his fate. Or perhaps didn't want to flail on the staircase, risking the sort of injury that wasn't so fun. Once the basement door closed behind them, Toothless dropped his boyfriend to his feet gently.

"Now, if you want to play for real, be my guest."

He still got that look of wonder, like a child in a sweet shop... no, that was a terrible analogy. No child would ever be allowed in this room. Hiccup glanced around, face set in thought.

"What's... I don't know, beginner?"

"That is a very loaded question. What are you beginning in?"

Hiccup took a deep breath, obviously psyching himself up for something.

"Pain. I know you're into this stuff, but I don't think I can hurt you, even though I know you like it and it's not seriously damaging and all that. Not until I know what it's like. And... I am really curious why you like it."

Oh. Oh. This could be a whole new fun time.

"What kind of pain? Sharp? Dull? Sting? Cold? Hot? Do you want to still feel it tomorrow?"

His eyes wandered over the walls again, settling.

"No to feeling it tomorrow. Sting?"

"You sure?"

Hiccup nodded, seeming confident again now he'd thought about it.

"Alright. Drop your bottoms, but keep your underwear on. It'll dull the sting so you know if it's too much before I go to skin."

He obeyed, moving when Toothless asked him to, leaning against the grip-handles on the wall. They were better for beginners, and offered a change from bending over that didn't involve his cross or that ache in the shoulders overhead restraining gave. Running his fingers backwards along the intensity scale, Toothless picked up a beginners crop. They were fairly tame toys, but most people had no idea how to use them properly and ended up simply whacking their poor submissive.

"I want you to rate the pain between one and ten, ok? Ten being high. It'll give me an idea of your tolerance and innate pain response."

Hiccup looked so cute, shivering slightly with the anticipation of this very new experience, delving in to the unknown. Toothless traced the flat over Hiccup's lower back, saw him jolt in expectation of a blow. Goosebumps prickled when the core of the riding crop traced down Hiccup's spine, the line of his back coming down to those narrow hips, visual ending with Hiccup's boxer waistband.

"Safe word."

"Can I just use stop?"

Well, it wasn't something he expected to hear in general, so that made it effective.

"Absolutely. Ready?"

"Yeah."

His voice was a little rough already, and it would be cruel to prolong his waiting torture further. Not planning to cause serious pain with no gauge of Hiccup's tolerance, Toothless curled his wrist only slightly, delivering an accurate and satisfyingly noisy tap to his boyfriend's backside. Hiccup jumped a little, but there was no sign of that zap through his nerves where pain could make ones legs give out.

"Two. Maybe three."

"Really?"

"Mhmm. Again."

Toothless indulged the bossy bottom, letting a little more force in to the next one and enjoying the shocked gasp as Hiccup shuddered.

"Five. Again."

Unsure if Hiccup was looking for a hard limit, or wanting to simply see how much it could hurt him, or even if he was simply enjoying it and wanted to continue, Toothless kept the same level that time, testing how much more sensitive he was now his nerves were firing, blood rushing to the skins surface.

"Still five."

Hiccup took the initiative this time, letting go of the grips to push down his boxers. One side of his ass was turning a lovely pink colour, rosy with the impact. It left him with a blank canvas the other side, watching Hiccup grip again and awaiting the next blow. Toothless needed to be careful not to bruise the underlying tissue, but he was aiming for quick and sharp over welts and prolonged aches.

"Ah! Seven!"

The next hit had a little whistle to it, but didn't stay in contact long enough for full impact. Toothless put the crop down, reaching to pry Hiccup's white-knuckle grip away and seeing that yes, Hiccup had really been enjoying that. His cock was flushed and full, hardening for the sweet sting of a riding crop against his cute little ass.

"Why'd you stop?"

Hiccup looked very disappointed.

"You're a beginner, I'm not. Most people are trying this out together for the first time and don't understand how their body will respond in an hour, two hours, twelve. I know you sit for prolonged periods at work, and I'm not sending you home with a bruised ass babe. However, if you're still looking to learn about pain, I can give you a few more peeks into playtime."

His answer was a nod from Hiccup, who at least seemed to take Toothless at his word for experience in bodily response. His tolerance and ability to take more while still sitting comfortably the next day would increase with time, and Toothless would never dream of stinting on the aftercare.

"Alright. I have a few things here. Canes aren't for beginners, but a pin wheel, some low-burns and clamps... I think we can have a little fun?"

Hiccup nodded, eyeing the things Toothless picked up and placed on the table. His tongue peeked out to moisten dry lips, breathing quickened and cock still hard.

"Anything else? I'm not comfortable gagging you yet, but... blindfolds? Restraints?"

"No. I wanna see what you're doing, and restraints are distracting."

"Alright. On your front for now handsome. I know you can't see, but I'll turn you over soon. I have clamps."

Laying on his stomach, Hiccup twisted his head to give Toothless a wry grin at his matter-of-fact statement about his intentions to clamp Hiccup's skin. Lighting his low-burn candle, Toothless left it to melt for a minute or so, lifting his pin wheel. It looked a little like a pizza cutter, but with sharp little points all around the circumference. A very versatile toy - it was all down to how the dominant used it, but it could leave pleasant tingles or little puncture marks. Rolling it lazily up Hiccup's back, he saw the man squirm, trying to work out if it tickled or not.

Pressure changed it from tingle to threat of pain, just shy of leaving those little divots in Hiccup's skin but enough to bring his skin sensitivity up. The candle was ready now, allowed Toothless to drip those tantalising zaps of hot and sharp along bare skin, letting wax pool in the dip of Hiccup's lower back before working his way up toward the shoulders.

"How's that?"

"G-good!"

Glad, Toothless brushed off the dried wax, knowing Hiccup would need a wash regardless now, and encouraged his lover onto his back. Hiccup was visibly aroused, cock flushed a deeper red and a soft pink blush ran from face to chest, breathing ragged and his mouth open. His nipples were practically begging to be clamped, really. The ones he had to hand were the gentlest, pressure but not intended to cause real pain - just something that would fuel his submissives sensitivity, add to the full body experience.

Wax play was a favourite of Toothless' - so long as you were aware there was an actual flame, and particular areas were avoided, there was no real danger, no injury, just those short, sharp jolts. Hiccup seemed quite enamoured with it too, eyes following the candle as it was held over him, considering where to drip and drop. One drop landed in the dip between his pectorals, and Hiccup finally moaned aloud. Up until then it had been all soft pants or the one near-yelp under the crop. But now? Now he had him in that sweet zone of arousal.

A tweak now and then of the clamps on his nipples kept Hiccup on that edge, squirming and writhing as wax dripped over his chest, drizzling down his flexing stomach messily before careful application left wax drying on his trembling thighs.

"Had enough?"

Hiccup shook his head, jaw set tight as he wriggled.

"Touch me... please?"

The way his cock strained and jerked with each subsequent splatter of wax was telling him plenty, but Hiccup's pleading tone was icing on the cake and the cherry on the top. Blowing out the candle, he wrapped the hand not covered in wax dribbles around Hiccup's swollen shaft, pumping him with purpose - he had asked so nicely, tolerating the multitude of sensations. A few tweaks to his clamps with the other hand and Toothless had Hiccup coming over his hand with a shout, spurting onto his already-messy belly with a guttural cry of release.

"Oh... oh gods... that was intense."

"Pain can do that. It sorta ramps up the reward hormones you feel after. I'm gonna get something to wipe you down with."

Toothless didn't have to go far, prepared for such things in his special room and having wet wipes and sterile wipes amongst other things. Hiccup laid there, basking in his dopamine flooded brain quietly while clean up went on around - and on - him.

"Right, come on you. You need a proper clean up and a rest."

"What about you?"

Hiccup gestured to Toothless' unsatisfied erection, but he shooed the hand away.

"If you touched me now I'd go off instantly. You were fucking hot to watch."

Toothless could always catch up on the orgasm score chart in bed later...

-HTTYD-

I promised smut! Might not be the smut you wanted but it's the smut you got! heh