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A-ah - jesus, that's -

[Trying to press back onto those fingers immediately]

So eager. Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting long. I'll even fuck you hard and fast. You deserve to feel just how badly all your playmates wanted to rail you on top of everything else.

[He's kissing the back of his neck as his fingers work quickly, scissoring and pressing deep to work him open.]

[He makes a soft, startled sort of noise - rocks back more insistently, hips starting to move with the rhythm]

Y-yeah. That's - g-god, yeah, I want you to - to do it real hard.

Hmm, gonna. I wanted so badly to fuck you last time. Now I get to, get to use your lovely body in so many ways. I'm gonna cum in you so hard.

[He nibbles along his shoulders, already pressing in a third.] Then I'm gonna see you fill yourself with vines, use my cum to keep it slick so you can fuck yourself hard.

[His breathing has gone ragged and unsteady; his hips work in restless little circles, rocking back against those fingers, whimpering softly as the third stretches him wider]

O-oh my god, dude. That sounds -

Y-yeah, hurry, I wanna -

You're gonna fill us so much with your plants. This is just an appetizer, you know. Enough to calm down until we can both drive each other insane, all thanks to your pretty plants. Gods, you're gonna paint my cunt white once you're in me.

But for now... [The fingers work him open, gentle, but quick with a generous amount of lube, kissing and nibbling along his neck.] Beg for my cock to fuck you.

P-put it in. I want - I want you in me.

[He's rocking more urgently, now - bites down on his lip, to try and ground himself]

Hmm, good boy. Pretty boy, gonna ruin your nice dress with your pre.

[But pulling out his fingers, and opening his fly. He pulls out his dragon cock with a hiss before spreading more lube around his cock and lining himself up.] You should wear skirts more. I could never get inside you this fast with your normal clothes. I'd still be half pealing it off.

And I bet they don't feel as nice on your cock, do they? [Purred in his ear as he starts to push in, the tapered head pushing in with more ease then usual. At least until the ridges start to push in.]

O-oh, jesus. That's -

[He rocks forward, hard, as the first ridge hits - presses back, just as sharp and sudden, rocking into the second]

H-holy crap, dude, that's -

[Then the third comes, and his breath catches on a whine, losing the rest of a sentence]

Fuck-

[He gasps and shudders, slowly pushing in, whining as each ridge pushes inside, his length getting steadily thicker with each one.]

It's different....the way your body hugs my cock....gonna fuck you <so hard-

O-oh my god.

It's so -

[He whimpers, softly - subsides, panting, hips working to take the rest of the length of him]

Hiccup - please -

[He breathes in sharply, hips jerking forward until he's almost fully inside, save the last ridge, hands gripping his hips.]

Fuck! [A deep, heavy wheeze, body shaking as he stills a few beats, then pushes that last bit with a groan.]

[He moans, long and low - shudders, trying to adjust around the unusual thickness of it]

J-jesus.

[For a long few seconds, he can't manage any more than that, just panting for breath]

[He stays there, fully buried as he breathes, nuzzling the back of his neck.]

If you say my name like that, I don't think I can control myself.

[Taking another shaking breath in]

Who... who says I want you to control yourself?

Gods...do you know what you do to me when you talk like that? [He rolls his hips, just a short, shallow thrust, kissing the side of his neck.]

[His breath catches, at the feel of those ridges starting to pull out again, even a little; he stiffens, as they press back in]

Jesus - Hiccup -

[He breathes in sharply, his grip tightening as he presses in.]

Hurricane....keep saying it like that. Please.

[He pulls back halfway before snapping back in with a groan.]

[Realizing that perhaps that doujin was not wrong about the name kink,]

Hiccup...?

[It's breathy and a little strained, as Rye presses into him again]

[He usually doesn't and it would lose its effect eventually.]

[But right now, his name is New. Giving permission to a few dear to his heart, evidence of it. Essentially an emotional gut punch. One that leaves him warm and fuzzy and wanting.]

[He whines, hips jerking away then snapping back, hands gripping his hips, face buried against his neck, as he starts a pace, shallow, but not slow either. Feeling a few ridges pop in and out, catching in a delicious way at Hurricane's tight hole.]

[He groans, at that - cants his hips back into it, breath stuttering out of him]

J-jesus. That feels so -

[Good, apparently - good enough for him to lose the rest of the sentence midway, focusing instead on chasing the sensation and rocking back into the thrusts]

[He kisses and nibbles along the back of his neck, sloppy and breathy as moans build in his throat. His hands trail up along his stomach, helping pull him back as he rocks into him, pulling out a little more each time before snapping back inside, pressing in all the way.]

Gods, you feel so good...so tight and eager. Such a pretty, wonderful body....

Ah, god - that's -

[His back arches, as Hiccup pulls out further, this time - as he presses back in. Then he's doing it again, and Hurricane curses, breathless, hands white-knuckled on the back of the chair]

Hiccup - please -

[Another whine, a surge of heat and want and affection as his hips snap forward hard, the pace a little faster as he rocks into him, pulling out almost completely before sliding in, easy and smooth at first and then rougher at the thicker base]

Fuck, you sound good, feel so good. S-so tight around my cock. I can feel every ridge moving into you, like your body was made to be used like this- [He shifts his hold, moves the fabric of the dress so it will sway over his cock.] Love this dress, made it so easy to be in you-

[His breath hitches as the fabric starts to move, that barely-there brush of cloth in combination with the hard, fast thrusts. He tries to stifle a whine - doesn't quite succeed, hips working to press him back against Rye]

[His face is flushed dark from listening to what Rye's saying; he ducks his head, and bites down on his lip, and just breathes for a second or two]

God, that's - please. I need - m-more -

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