"Hiccup, wake up."
Eret had burst into the Haddock's residence, stomped upstairs, entered Hiccup's bedroom, and is currently demanding the chief's presence. A few clothes lay strewn across Hiccup's floor. Sketches, notes, and parchment paper overlap one another in a cluttered mess. Like hell he was going to do Hiccup's chores for a week.
"Mmph," Hiccup replies from under a layer of thick pelts. He ignores Eret's voice, shuffles, and submerges his body further into the cocoon of blankets.
"Hiccup," Eret hisses, urgently, stepping to the edge of his bed, giving his back a firm nudge. "Get up."
Pushes and shoves are administered to Hiccup's immovable form in order to rouse him, but they prove to be unsuccessful. Grouchy mumbles are distinguished from below Hiccup's protective layer of wooly covers.
Eret rotates, focusing on the slab of cool stone that serves as a resting spot for Toothless, from across the room.
"Toothless," Eret whispers, with a sly grin. "Up."
He points to Toothless, then to Hiccup's bed, signaling the Night Fury to pounce. Toothless reacts accordingly, hurdling into Hiccup's lap. The impulsive and unexpected crushing weight of a dragon startles Hiccup awake and he's huffs a few grumbling protests.
"Hey, bud," he mutters, eyes still not fully opened.
Eret observes gleefully as the Night Fury shifts, flattens his back, and plunges his snout dangerously close to Hiccup's face. Unhinging his scaly maw, Toothless then screeches, enthusiastically, unleashing a steady torrent of dragon breath into his friend's unwilling nostrils.
Hiccup shrieks, lurching to his side, fighting to shield himself from the putrid stench. Rolling over doesn't provide any relief; Hiccup tosses and turns, unable to break free from the twisted layer of blankets.
"Good morning," Eret greets, cheerfully. He laughs when Hiccup loses his balance, topples off his bed and lands on the floor with a thud.
"Son of a goat," Hiccup snarls. Berk's fearless chief groans and releases himself from the trapping furs and wools. When his eyes regain the ability to see clearly, Hiccup detects Eret in his doorway. He is less than pleased.
"Did you sleep well?" Eret asks, chummily.
"Yes, I was having a wonderful dream. Thank you for interrupting it."
"Ooh, what sort of dream? Was it one of the adult nature?" Eret teases.
He doubles over laughing, clutching his sides when Hiccup glares knives and daggers at him.
"I was just joking! You were having a naughty dream, weren't you?"
"What did you wake me up for?" Hiccup asks, crawling on all fours, searching aimlessly for his boots. His hair attains an even messier, scruffier appearance.
"The twins have been yak tipping again. I was riding with Skullcrusher, watching the sunrise, and I caught them red handed."
"You've got to be kidding me," Hiccup gripes, stretching his legs, shoving a foot into his boot. Hiccup's sleeping attire consists of another tunic—this one is grey—and a spare pair of trousers that are very loose and ill fitting. Eret wonders whom its been handed down from.
"Why were Ruffnut and Tuffnut out, in the crack of dawn, tipping over yaks?" Hiccup drones. "You know what? Spare me the details."
"Will do," Eret chuckles.
"Thanks for letting me know. I'll take care of it. Also, thank you for instructing my dragon to breath his rancid, morning breath into my face."
Hiccup pouts, and jerks his head to Toothless, who is settled comfortably on Hiccup's warm bedspread. Toothless sniffs aloofly.
"Not a morning person, eh, mate?"
Hiccup mutters something under his breathe, hoists himself off the floor, and begins pacing his room for a downy coat that will keep him warm during this hour.
"Glad you didn't land on it," Eret jeers.
"What?" Hiccup queries, tugging a furry pelt around his shoulders.
"Your early morning surprise. Not too long ago, a crewmate of mine had the same problem; only he fell off his bed and landed flat on his stomach. His jollies didn't work right for months."
"Thankfully, Toothless's morning breath solved that dilemma."
"Ha, so you admit it. You were having naughty dreams."
"You—" Hiccup scolds. He charges towards Eret and raises a reproachful index finger. "If I weren't so tired, I'd give you a piece of my mind."
Before Toothless and Hiccup prepare to take off, from outside the open window, Eret kisses Hiccup on the cheek and says, "Good morning."
Hiccup blushes and forgets why he was angry.
Today, Eret and Astrid are instructing a class of young boys and girls: most are fourteen or fifteen. Astrid is the more adept rider (fair enough, she's been at it for five years) so she assumes head mentorship while Eret works in conjunction with her. Snotlout, the twins, and Fishlegs are present as well, though Hiccup explained to Eret some time ago that they aren't exactly terrific candidates when it comes to scholarly pursuits.
"I think Hiccup has a new lady friend," Tuffnut singsongs, sharpening an axe, while the others demonstrate how to properly dismantle dragon traps. "He's been all smiley and he has that dumb look on his face."
"That's great news, Tuffnut," Astrid sighs, wearily. She does seem to be in good spirits, despite her recent breakup, though anyone could deduce that the pain lingers. Insides churning, Eret reflects and understands what Hiccup meant when he declared that he never wished to hurt anyone.
Ruffnut smacks her brother alongside his head. Tuffnut's helmet rattles from the force of her blow. "You're not supposed to tell her that, idiot."
"Guys," Astrid explains, "We're adults. Hiccup is allowed to see whomever he wants."
Snotlout promenades up to Astrid, haughtily. Astrid's limbs tense, noticeably, as she awaits his inevitable proposition Eret could advise Snotlout against taking one step further or uttering anything that he'll regret, but he doesn't. Entertainment is sparse during these long working hours and the Jorgenson boy needs a good, swift reality check.
"You know," Snotlout informs, cracking his knuckles. "With Hiccup finally out of the picture, it could be just me and you."
"Right, instead the other handsome suitors out there, I should settle for you," Astrid scoffs. The twins hoot from the sidelines and this evokes an excited and amused clatter among the younger students. The crowds of apprentices giggle as they survey the wreck about to unfold.
"Come on, it'd be a great way to get back at him. Hiccup probably sneaks off in the middle of the night to go spend time with Heather. You remember her, right? What better way than to get revenge than to hook up with me"
Astrid expression remains flat as she takes the wooden end of her axe and jams it into Snotlout's stomach. Howling in pain, Snotlout tips over and clasps his vulnerable sore spot.
"Well done," Eret congratulates.
"Thanks," Astrid says, brushing her bangs to the side.
She instructs the students to take an hour long break, help themselves to some lunch, then return for Eret's lecture; he's been given the task of explaining proper saddle care. The riders disperse but Astrid doesn't budge. Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Fishlegs usher the teenagers out the arena while Astrid huddles closer to her Deadly Nadder. Lovingly, she pats Stormfly's beige underbelly.
"Has he always been that unbearable?" Eret asks, approaching the lively beast. Stormfly chirps happily, flailing her multicolored wings.
"Since we were kids," Astrid alleges. "You get used to it. A swift kick or shove tends to set him straight, I've learned."
"Why put up with him at all?"
"Oh, he has his moments," Astrid titters. Stormfly purrs contently, baring her throat. "Few and far in between, but he has them."
The tight bonds in Eret's chest twist coil, enveloping his lungs, impounding the ability to inhale evenly. Drawing in a shaky breath, Eret places a consoling hand on the woman's shoulder.
"Astrid, I'm sorry about Hiccup."
"Don't be," Astrid replies, casually, hands now resting on her hips. "I know you're seeing him."
Eret's hand wrenches from its hold.
"Wha-"
"First of all, I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you look at him."
"Astrid—"
"And Hiccup told me last night."
"Oh."
"But I knew long before he said anything."
"How do you feel about it...?"
Astrid bids him a tight-lipped grin. She looks elsewhere, off into the distance, studying the clouds and their alterations. She aimlessly paces her Deadly Nadder before sitting on an overturned bucket close by. Eret accompanies her, sitting cross-legged, on the ground.
Slumping in her seat while inattentively toying with the locks of hair that have come undone from her braid, Astrid says, "It still hurts, I won't lie. We were together for five years and it's been weeks—maybe a month—since we split up."
Eret looks to her and then follows her fixation on the grey clouds. They've been transforming from docile, fluffy pillows into an ominous overcast. The first snowfall must be arriving any day now. Silence pervades the empty dome as Eret waits patiently for Astrid to continue. It'd be terribly rude to interject apologize, especially after witnessing what Astrid was capable of—poor Snotlout (not really, though.)
"I guess I'd rather it be you than anyone else. I know that he can trust you."
"Your blessing means a lot to me—ow."
Astrid scuffles, faces Eret, and kicks him in the side. It's not a painful kick, not as excruciating as anything Snotlout must've endured over the years, but it leaves an impressionable sting.
"That's for wooing him away."
"Astrid—"
"Shut up, I'm joking. Sort of."
"What do you mean?"
The rigid aura that's been crushing the young Viking woman lifts, suddenly, to reveal a genuine, yet longing grin. Exhaling calmly, Astrid clarifies, "Hiccup has been mesmerized by you since the day you two met, or so it seems."
Eret levels his posture, straightening his back, pitching his full consideration. Astrid tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I doubt he ever told you this but after we defeated Drago and his alpha, he wouldn't stop talking about you. He'd tell me he was so excited to have someone new to mentor; someone with great potential."
"And I take it that's why he gave me his father's dragon."
"Yup. He thought you were worthy. He said he was elated when he saw you had changed your mind about dragons. During the battle of the Bewilderbeasts? Seeing you ride with Stormfly instilled a lot of hope within him. And then you were there, too, at Stoick's funeral."
Eret nods solemnly.
"When he and I boarded your ship, Hiccup was about to demonstrate his bond with Toothless to and your men but then our friends hijacked the plan and carried him away. Before that, though, he told me you stood there, quietly, and you looked like you were about to consider his offer."
"I would have if you all hadn't dropped a massive Gronkle on my back"
Astrid snickers.
"Get up," she demands, bluntly. She bolts out of her seat and shoves Eret with her foot. "I'm starving and you should eat, too."
Eret winces, rises slowly to escort Astrid to the Great Hall. As the two exit the stadium with their dragons in trailing behind them, Eret comments, "I figured you'd be more upset."
"Eret," Astrid sighs, "I have to respect that this is what Hiccup wants. I want him to be happy and yes, I'm upset because he couldn't find that with me. Letting him go isn't an easy decision, but it's the right one."
"I'll do right by him, Astrid. You have my word."
"I know," Astrid says, beaming, eyes bright with sincerity.
"Come on," Astrid had urged him later that day, after his lecture. "You have to come to dinner with us. Valka is baking crab cakes."
The great hall is littered with Viking men and women, as per usual, this time with an unlikely addition. Hiccup is seated with his friends and it's a comfort he's been denied since chiefdom; his duties require long, sleepless nights and time away from the hearth of his community.
Eret is glad to see Hiccup surrounded by his friends. They aren't a bad bunch and Eret enjoys their company but he has to wonder sometimes, how and why he tolerates them. When Fishlegs cracks a joke, Hiccup smiles, laughs, and Eret is engrossed in his affectionate, lopsided grin, particularly the two large front teeth that poke out in the most unique fashion. He's worried at first, for unwinding in front of these new allies, and granting himself the prospect to marvel at this young man that's changed him immeasurably.
Fear and indecision recedes when Astrid catches him in the middle of his awestruck gaze and she raises her eyebrows at him, giving him her sanction to purse her former flame—a gesture then supplemented by a reprimanding scowl that reads, 'do not screw this up.'
"So, um, Hiccup," Eret remarks, unfamiliar with the etiquette that's been established among his comrades. "Why don't you tell us about your day?"
There's a threatening silence and Astrid closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. She tried, she really did, but she wasn't counting on Eret's lack finesse.
"Well," Hiccup says, dazed to find all eyes now on him. "Just chief stuff. Nothing special."
"Oh come on," Ruffnut bleats. "Your life can't be that boring. I thought being chief was supposed to be exciting."
"Do you get to kill anyone?" Tuffnut asks, hunching over his plate. "You can throw people in prison now, right?
"Guys," Astrid exclaims. "Knock it off. Seriously."
"No, it's fine," Hiccup, snorts. "Yes, I technically get to do all those things but I'd really rather avoid them if I can. But, um, there'll be a newborn arriving soon! I get to visit the family when the baby comes and I'm naming their firstborn. That's exciting, I think."
"Not really," Fishlegs interjects, meekly.
"Yeah," Snotlout says, wrinkling his nose. "Get back to us when you behead people."
"I think it's nice," Eret chimes in. A calloused hand fastens around Hiccup's bony shoulder.
"Thanks, Eret."
Hiccup turns to inspect the proximity of their bodies and it's clear that the boy is struggling to maintain a straight face. Eret can't deny that he loves the way Hiccup's body melts into his touch. When their eyes meet, it sends a current of electricity down his extremities that travel throughout his veins, laying rest somewhere between his heart and lungs. Hiccup smiles at him and Eret doesn't care that others might be watching their exchange.
Ever so subtly, Hiccup scoots a fraction closer to Eret until their thighs are touching. Eret's body freezes when he feels Hiccup's fingers wisp lightly along his aforementioned thigh, stopping when they reside on his knee. Eret wouldn't have thought Hiccup would be the first to make a move like this but he is not at all opposed.
"But, hey," Hicup adds, nervously, "I don't know if I'll be any good at it. My name is Hiccup. What would I know?"
Eret's capacity to speak has failed him, and, oh for the love of Thor, Hiccup was rubbing his knee with his palm. Gods have mercy on his weary soul; he just wasn't strong enough.
"Hey, Hiccup," Astrid cuts in, sparing him generously. "I don't think Eret has ever seen the portrait of you and Stoick hanging in the Great Hall. Why don't you show him?"
"Why would Eret want to see that dumb painting? It's not that impressive," Snotlout scoffs, shoving Valka's homemade crab cakes in his mouth.
"Shut up, Snotlout," Astrid snaps.
"That sounds wonderful," Eret agrees, a little too quickly. He'll have to repay Astrid for this tremendous favor for the rest of his life but that's the least of his worries. The two rise, simultaneously, and traipse to the back of the monumental foyer, where there are columns of pillars that separate them from fellow Berkians. Noises of chatter, clinking plates, and mugs die down as they distance themselves further, until Eret is presented with tablets illustrating the Haddock's legacy.
"There I am," He says, happily, pointing to the portrait of a teenaged Hiccup situated next to his towering, prevailing father.
"So that's what the Chief of Berk looked like as a wee lad? Oh, you were so precious," Eret teases. Hiccup had to have been fifteen or sixteen when this was painted. He looks short, slight, with a round, soft, boyish face and that same sweet, crooked smile.
"Any jokes you're going to make about my size are all things I've heard before. For the past twenty years."
Hiccup folds his arms across his chest as Eret inspects the representation of the two Haddock men. Eret pivots, invades most of Hiccup's personal space, and pins him against the supporting pillars.
"Um," Hiccup says, timidly, but relaxes when Eret cups Hiccup's chin between his fingers.
"What a pretty little thing you grew up to be."
Eret stares at the stubble forming along Hiccup's jaw.
"Excuse me, I'm not little. I am a man—an adult—and I would thank you to bear that in mind."
"Oh, my mistake," Eret mocks, playfully.
"You—oh, I , um, that's new," Hiccup gulps, as Eret slips a knew between his legs. "You should show some respect for your superior. For your own—ah—sake. What?"
Eret chuckles and aligns their faces until their noses touch; not readying himself for a kiss just yet because he's not done toying with the lad.
"What you did back there. I didn't think you had it in you."
Some laughter dies down as a few families head out for the evening. Candles are blown out upon their departure, basking the two men in a dimly lit ambiance.
"I wanted to do it. I—I don't know, it's something I've been thinking about doing for a while."
"Is that right?"
Hiccup trembles as Eret traces Hiccup's jaw line and presses his knee further into the space of Hiccup's open legs, where he waits the delightful beginnings of arousal to appear (very soon, if he's lucky.)
"Y-yeah," Hiccup cracks through a dry mouth. "I like you a lot and it helps that you're really handsome. Geez, like, impossibly handsome."
"Hiccup, I hope I'm not being to forward," Eret says, calmly, not wanting to push him.
"Well, I'd say this is pretty dang forward, but I like it. It's fine. I was hoping this would happen. I'm thankful Snotlout and the twins aren't going to pick up on how obvious we were. Three out of, uh, five isn't so bad, hm?"
"Hiccup."
"Yes? Hi. H-hello."
Eret draws in a deep breathe before speaking, slowly, tantalizingly, making sure to let his breathe tickle the tip of Hiccup's nose, "I'd like to kiss you, Hiccup. I want to kiss you like we have been, only this time, I want to kiss more than just your lips."
Eret chest swells with wantonness when he hears Hiccup's breathe hitch. It's music to his ears.
"I want to kiss the corner of your mouth," Eret drawls. "Then, I want to kiss your chin, that lovely jaw of yours, your neck, your ears—are you sensitive there?"
Eret outlines the curve of Hiccup's ear with his finger and this rewards him with a small squeak.
"Guess that answers my question. How about I nibble on your collarbones? Your stomach? I could grab those skinny hips of yours and—"
Hiccup strangles out a tiny squeal when Eret punctuates his statement by grasping his thin waist. Their hips brush together, connecting perfectly.
"I think you get the gist of it."
Sure enough, a protruding hardness begins to build between the younger man's thighs. Eret rubs his knee against the erection, pleased when Hiccup arches into the touch.
"Wow, that's awfully descriptive," Hiccup chokes.
"Glad you think so."
"Do you think maybe we could do this somewhere else? I feel it's in poor taste to, er, kiss and whatnot in front of a painting of my dad and I."
"My place, then?"
Eret and Hiccup sprint out of the Great hall and it's not long before they giggle and stumble their way back to Eret's home. Skullcrusher has awoken upon his master's entrance and he nearly forgot about Toothless trotting beside Hiccup on their way here. Toothless sits on his kitchen floor, tilting his head, perched patiently albeit, confused.
"Let him stay," Eret demands, in breathless anticipation. "He can watch for all I care. Bloody hell."
Soft lips attack his without hesitation and it's only been mere seconds since they've relocated. Eret chortles, plucking the smaller Viking from his body.
"Wait," Eret says. "I have a surprise for you."
"Yes," Hiccup inhales, reaching for the hem of Eet's pants. "And I'm dying to see it."
"No, not that, you bloke. Something else. It's in my room. I…bought it for you. Rather, I traded it."
"Really?"
Eret gently reaches for his hand, leads them upstairs, to his bedroom and without a word, hands him the bottle of ink from his nightstand. There's rustling from below, adjoined with irritable grunts. Eret can only suspect that Toothless is trying to garner Skullcrusher's attention, coaxing him to play, and not at all succeeding.
"What…"
Hiccup squints his eyes, unable to analyze the small pint at first glance. "Oh," he whispers in realization, shaking the contents lightly. "Ink."
"Yes, from Rome."
"Eret, this is…" Hiccup's voice trails off. He clenches the bottle of ink closely to his chest. His lifts his head and their gazes meet. Hiccup's eyes are large, raw, and profuse with wonderment. "This is amazing. What did you trade for this?"
"Apples. A parcel's worth. I figured you could use some ink. I know how much you like to draw in your spare time. "
Hiccup quietly places the gift back on the nightstand and murmurs, "Thank you. Thank you so much. I didn't think I'd be able to refill my ink anytime soon, especially when the first snowfall hits."
"You're welc-ommf—"
Eret's legs almost go out when Hiccup hurls himself into Eret's ample chest, pawing at mighty arms, lips crushing his own with a frenzied passion. Eret's rough hands squeeze Hiccup's rear and wow, the kiss becomes obscene. Powerless to control the shiver that runs up and down his spine, Eret scrapes his teeth along Hiccup's tongue. Driving them forward, until they collapse on Eret's bed, Eret waits for Hiccup to wriggle until he splays himself in a comfortable position.
"For the record," Hiccup muses, "I've never…done anything like this with a guy. Astrid and I kissed and we…used our hands on each other but not much else. I guess I'll let you know when or if I want to stop, just, please, we could be kissing right now and I'm a patient guy, or so I'd like to think—"
Hiccup yelps when Eret pounces on top of him, straddling the youth's thighs, capturing his wrists and pinning them above his head.
"Oh..." Hiccup wheezes, breathlessly, "You can manhandle me, by all means. I don't have a problem with that."
Eret gently bites Hiccup's bottom lip before prodding his tongue between Hiccup's mouth. Hiccup obliges and they find a fixed cadence for their kiss. Eret licks the roof of Hiccup's mouth—something he knows by know makes the boy squirm in agonizing delight—and he scolds himself for letting his hands dwell passively until now.
Callous hands (much bigger than Hiccup's slender ones) follow the contours of Hiccup's jaw, trace the shell of his ear (this decision rewards him a tiny gasp) and then impatiently slides his fingers underneath the hem of Hiccup's woven tunic.
Hiccup mewls in approval when Eret's fingers dart across his soft belly. The air is dense with exhilaration, predominately from the heat of the two bodies scrambling to grope one another. Eret yanks his fur shawl over his head and tosses it on the floor, followed by his layer of cloth underneath. He licks his lips and observes the winded, reddened young man resting beneath his weight.
"You, uh, have a lot of scars," Hiccup starts, nonchalantly, likely flustered from the sight of the half naked man above him. "Not a lot, I mean, not too many. Just the right amount."
Hiccup attempts to fling the tunic from his torso and fails miserably. Jitter hands render him any flexibility. Eret hastily shoves the cloth over Hiccup's head and flings it across the room.
"Look at you," Eret purrs, incredulously.
"Yup, look at me. Here I am, in the flesh—Ooh."
After placing hot, wet kisses along his neck, Eret treks to the lad's jugular, outlining the Adam's apple with long, feral licks. Hiccup exhales piercingly and Eret responds by dragging his teeth down his throat until they land on his collarbones and then his chest. Blistering lips, teeth, and tongue scorch the soft, pale skin with delicate, teasing friction.
Nips, nibbles and kisses are strewn across Hiccup chest and an airy gasp is torn from his throat when Eret swipes his clever tongue against stiff nipples.
"Like that, do you?" Eret inquires.
Concocting a response is not an easy task when one is overwhelmed by an onslaught of foreign and electrifying stimulus so Hiccup's lack of verbalization—aside from laden whines— is anticipated.
Men are not often sensitive there, Eret notes, so this is certainly a valuable discovery. Eret doesn't recognize the growl rumbling from the cusp of his vocals when he shifts, accidentally brushing against Hiccup's growing hardness.
Lips suckle at pink, responsive nipples and Hiccup is unfit to process the ambush of indescribable pleasure. Back arched, knees bent, leg twitching frenetically, Hiccup solicits through bruised, dampened lips, "Please."
Eret hums, indifferently, ignoring the young man's request, taking his time, gently kissing the trail of hair surrounding his belly button and stopping abruptly at the hem of his pants. He tugs them off in one swift yank. Hiccup is fully naked and it's everything he could have hoped for.
Hiccup stares at him with dilated pupils, brimming with hunger. His striking lad smiles, nervously, biting his lip in anticipation. His cock is so hard, so swollen. Hiccup's lips part in soundless pleasure as Eret's flat tongue licks the underside of his cock, before curling his lips deliberately over his teeth, and sucking him in a steady rhythm. The sensation of Eret's hot, wet velvet mouth causes Hiccup to hold his breath.
The valiant leader not squeal (or so he'd probably deny if Eret teases him for it later) when Eret takes him in the back of his throat, progressing his slow, hollowed sucks into rigorous contractions.
"Oh," Hiccup whimpers. "Oh, Freyja. I can't—oh."
Hiccup clumsily spreads his legs wider and angles his hips carefully so he can behold the sight of his stiff flesh enjoying such lavish attention. Eret glances upwards to see Hiccup's facial features contort and scrunch from torturous pleasure.
Bit by bit, more of him disappears past skillful lips to be welcomed by a muscular stroke of a cruel and talented tongue. When Hiccup's breath resurfaces it's in thick groans, the only articulation he's able to produce. Occasionally, Hiccup stifles any noise he makes, embarrassed by the helpless whines dribbling from his throat.
Eret sucks nearly his entire length into his mouth and throat, slides it in and out of his hold, and then repeats the process. Scrambling to clutch at blankets, Hiccup wails, pulsing and throbbing against his caress.
The boy doesn't have a lot of experience. His reactions are graceless, blundering, and he seems bashful about the noises bubbling from his lips; it's as if he's never known just how incredible someone else could make him feel. Hiccup truly has no idea that all of this just makes him even more desirable and it's actually doubling Effort's efforts to finish him off.
The lad's heels (well, the non metallic one) dig into crumpled sheets, his toes curled, the muscles in his abdomen taut and trembling. With a few more stable pulsations, Hiccup's back arches off the bed, head tossed back, legs shaking, as he cries out sharply, his orgasm consuming him with one final, violent shudder.
After swallowing the remains of Hiccup's release, Eret immediately crawls forward to greet the speechless young man. His mouth is still parted from the aftershock of unfeasible bliss and he emits tiny whimpers; pretty, red lips raw and flushed from orgasm, sweat accumulating across his brow, brunet locks clinging to his clammy forehead.
"Wow," he sighs. "How did you—with your—all the way—"?
"Practice," Eret chuckles. He kisses Hiccup hard on the mouth, making sure to share the taste still lingering on his tongue.
"I want to. Let me," Hiccup manages through airy pants.
"What?"
Eret is caught off guard when Hiccup nudges his side, motioning for them to flip their positions. They roll over so Hiccup is looming over him.
"Hiccup," Eret says, racked with amusement. He can't fathom how Hiccup was able to harness such energy.
"What? I want to touch you. If that's okay."
Eret's own excitement has lessened (he figured they were finished for the night). Blood rushes quickly, back to his groin when he fully comprehends the sight of Hiccup naked, sitting on top of him.
"I just—mmm—" Hiccup shifts his weight and rubs himself against Eret's groin—"don't want you to feel obligated."
"It's alright," Hiccup says. "I want to."
So Eret lets Hiccup gape intently at Eret's half naked build, sighing contentedly when he rakes slim fingers down his broad chest.
"You're really, I mean wow," Hiccup remarks, skimming over powerful musculature.
It's not a reaction Eret is unfamiliar with. Hiccup pulls Eret's trousers down and stares at the engorged flesh, unsure what to do.
"It's alright," Eret explains. "Just take your time. It's like…doing it to yourself."
Hiccup nods. He wraps his fist around the base of Eret's hardness and instantly proceeds to pump it furiously.
"Ow!" Eret yelps in twisting and recoiling from the dry and painful friction.
"I'm sorry!" Hiccup cries out. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Should I stop?"
He jerks his hands away, terrified to learn what a great source of distress they've crafted.
"No," Eret says, "It's alright. It's alright Hiccup. Forget what I said, don't do it like you do it to yourself. Just grasp is gently at first and move it slowly."
"Okay. I can do that. I think."
Hiccup brows crease together and a bit of his tongue stick out of the corner of his lip. This newfound determination is really quite charming. He tries again, coiling hand carefully around Eret's erection, this time with considerate and tender strokes.
"Yes," Eret growls, "Like that."
Hiccup's hand glides slickly up and down the shaft and he pauses to explore the head of the penis, circling its brim and rubbing the slit with his thumb. Eret generates deep, rasping moans that come out a sounding more feeble than he anticipates.
While it's true he's shared his bed once with Ruffnut since moving to Berk, it's been so long since he's been touched like this; with such thoughtful, curious tugs. Eret isn't picky when it comes to choosing a partner—he's enjoyed both pretty young women and men—but none of them compare to Hiccup. During his evening with Ruffnut, noticed her hair smelled of fish oil, which made for an...unusual fling, to the say the least. He's still too afraid to ask why she coats her hair in fish oil.
"You're, uh, really handsome," Hiccup falters, concentrating on the well-endowed appendage within his grasp.
"And you're gorgeous," Eret puffs, bucking his hips to meet Hiccup's steady strokes.
"I don't know if that's an adjective I would ascribe to myself," Hiccup objects, modestly. 'I-I mean no one has ever used that term to illustrate my appearance. Sorry, am I talking too much? I've never done this before so I don't know if I'm doing something wrong."
"Hiccup, I don't want you to stop talking, I just—maybe talk about something else? I want to hear your voice. Focus on you and me."
"I can do that. Probably. What should I say?"
Preferably, Eret thinks, filthy descriptions that he's not sure Hiccup is comfortable with just yet. Eret succeeds in creating full sentences, although it's difficult to so through heavy grunts and moans.
"Tell me about how good you feel. Tell me how much you enjoy all of this. It will help me feel incredible if you do."
"Oh," Hiccup chirps. "Well, I…I like this a lot. You're very…girthy—no I mean, you have a lot of girth to you. Ugh. I mean to say—"
Hiccup frustration results in an astonishing increase of rapid pumps. The chief's confidence returns when the outcome of his quickened force propels Eret's body into writhing, hot mess. Eret whines and drives his hips upward to match Hiccup's relentless thrusts.
"I've thought about this! A lot. I've…I've had dreams about you touching me and…I sometimes wake up and—" He gulps, terrified by the notion of admitting his desire aloud—"I'm so hard. I think about you when I touch myself."
"Gods, yes, yes, keep going."
"I like to pretend that it's your hands that are all over me. I think about what'd it be like to have your body on top of mine."
Eret can feel himself growing closer and closer to reaching his final peak of ecstasy.
"I have to stuff a pillow in my face to make sure I don't' make too much noise because it feels so good and it's so hard not to moan because I can't stop thinking about you. Ever. And I don't want to wake anyone up. Frankly, I should move out and find a new place to live, anyway. Right, staying on topic. Sorry."
Eret's toes cramp from curling so compactly.
"Sometimes I even…I use my fingers. I—I do it because I try really hard to imagine it's you inside me. I kind of want you to be inside me someday."
Odin, have mercy.
Eret comes with his eyes screwed shut. His seed erupts and dribbles down Hiccup's forearm. Hiccup brings his wrist to his mouth and a hesitant tongue darts out to sample the familiar substance.
"You'll kill me, you git." Eret protests. "Come here."
Brawny arms embrace the smaller man and bring him closer, until Hiccup is lying snug against Eret's chest. They lounge in one another's warmth for what seems like forever. He didn't count on falling asleep with Hiccup, he thinks, as fights to keep his eyes open, but it would be rude to kick him and his Night Fury out, especially in this frigid weather. He convinces himself that this is the reason he hugs the lad even more securely.
Outside, the wind rattles, hisses, and shakes gloomily as tiny flakes of ice and snow begin to collect on the dampened soil.
I love writing awkward sex scenes and oh no, winter is coming. Also, fall semester is starting soon so if I disappear without a trace for a while, well, now you now why. :c