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This is Berk. It’s home to a clan of Vikings and their dragons and is, as far as we all know, the only community of its kind. Dragons and humans living together in peace and harmony, a world most people never thought possible. But we Berkians are resilient and resourceful, and that has always worked in our favor.

I’m Hiccup— Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, Chief of Berk, if you wanted to be all official— and I just led an expedition to the southwest. It was a simple scouting mission. A few Vikings and their dragons headed out to help expand our horizons, literally. There was so much of the world yet to be explored, so many more species of dragons to be discovered. Treks like this happened often. A few of my closest friends would head out ready to draw maps of new land or illustrations of new dragons. The exploration was fun, but it was good to be home.

In one swift movement, you swung your leg down over your saddle and slipped to the ground, landing comfortably on both feet beside your dragon. After such a long journey then the long ride home to Berk, you could not wait to get back to the comfort of your own house, and it was probably the same for all the other Vikings who had gone with you. You pulled your saddle bag off of the back of your dragon before taking a moment to stroke your dragon’s rough skin. The Whispering Death flapped its wings again, ready to head back to its burrow for the night to relax just like the rest of the Vikings. It took off, swimming through the air as another dragon seemed to instantly take its place. Hiccup’s Night Fury.

He did the same as you, unhooking his prosthetic leg from Toothless’s stirrup before sliding onto the grass right foot first. He was quick to give Toothless a bit of praise while he scratched his jaw. He pulled the bag off of the back of Toothless’s saddle then he turned to you, his attention finally all yours.

During this expedition, it was hard to find any time to just be alone and relax just the two of you even during your time off. You’d be in your tent, ready to rest for the night when all of a sudden Astrid or Fishlegs is outside your tent asking to talk to Hiccup about some Chief related issue. First it was actually something important, strange boats were spotted on the horizon heading in your direction or a seemingly untamable dragon inhabited the island in which you had set up camp, but then it was something as silly as not remembering how many teeth to add to a depiction of a new dragon species’s card. It was tiring. Hopefully everyone was just as exhausted as you felt. Maybe, even if it was just tonight, you and Hiccup could wind down together, maybe eat a home cooked meal or read a book, then slip into bed where you would both sleep so soundly it would take a dragon lighting your sheets on fire to wake you up prematurely.

Hiccup stepped toward you, swinging his bag over his shoulder. You could tell by his expression and the way he exhaled through his mouth that he was exhausted and also ready to crash. So you were both on the same page: get home and relax as soon as you possibly could.

“That was…” Hiccup started, letting his voice trail off as he and you both walked up the path to your house on the hill.

“Exhausting?” you guessed, trying to fill in the blank for him.

He chuckled, head tilting downward before he glanced behind him, making sure Toothless was still with you both. He was in a slow trot behind you, keeping up with your slow, tired pace easily. “That’s one word to use, but I was going to say long, drawn-out,” he continued. “It was a good example as to why we should never take that many Vikings on a scouting trip ever again.”

You laughed, agreeing to his words with a small nod.

“I mean, imagine if it was just the two of us,” Hiccup said quickly, gesturing between you both vaguely.

“But I suppose reconnaissance isn’t supposed to be like a vacation though, huh?” you noted, that same chuckle still in your voice.

“Yeah, I suppose not…” Hiccup sighed. “But it would’ve been quicker. We can’t argue with that.”

He pushed the door of your home open, Toothless pushing past both of you to go lie on his bed of obsidian in the corner of the living room. He sent a small cough of fire towards the charred logs still in your fireplace, setting them ablaze instantly. Hiccup then gestured to the door, bowing his head slightly as if you were royalty, letting you enter the home next. So you did, stepping into the house, riding boots thudding on the stone floors as you walked towards the living room. You dropped your bag, plopping it onto the floor before you nearly collapsed onto the couch.

Hiccup kicked the door shut behind himself, letting out a soft breathy laugh at your behavior. He set his own bag on his workbench which even after weeks without use was still relatively messy with projects and designs. “We can unpack later.”

“Thank the gods…”

Hiccup started unfastening a leather vambrace, his irregular footsteps sounding with a tap then a thud as he walked toward you, slumping onto the seat next to you. He tossed the piece of dragon scale armor to the table in front of you both before he started on the piece on the other wrist.

You were first to lean your head against his shoulder, but he was quick to lean his head back against your fluffy hair. You almost regretted nuzzling against him though— he smelled like Night Fury slobber and Hideous Zippleback vapor.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, now tossing a second vambrace to the table. His body was stiff so as to not disturb you resting against him. “What do you want to eat?”

You moved your head anyway from him regardless of his attempts to keep you there. “I think we should get cleaned up first,” you suggested, a light chuckle behind your voice. “You smell absolutely horrendous.”

Of course, you teased him with a pun about his name. It was a pun he chose to ignore for the time being. “Like you smell any better,” he teased right back.

“At least I don’t let my dragon lick me,” you defended.

Toothless picked his head up off of his bed with a chirp as if he knew you were talking about him.

“Okaayyy..” Hiccup agreed, drawing out that second syllable as he pulled himself onto his feet again. “I’ll draw a bath for you first.”

“You wouldn’t just want to join me?~” you flirted, also standing up. You walked past him, turning your head away from him slightly to hide your smile when you noticed his mild flustered expression.

A little heat rushed to his face while he looked away. He was thankful the room’s light was too dim for you to actually see that heat in his cheeks though. “I mean… if you’re offering...”

“I most definitely am,” you confirmed in a heartbeat, turning back towards him.

“Ok,” Hiccup accidentally answered a little too quickly. “Yeah, that’s fine..” he tried in an attempt to seem less eager. “It’ll use less water anyway” was his excuse as he walked back through your house towards your washroom.

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly.

“Oh! Can you get Toothless’s saddle?” he asked, catching himself on the doorway.

“Got it.”

“Thanks, Star.” Hiccup ducked back into the washroom while you walked towards his Night Fury.

The use of his nickname for you made you smile. Star became your nickname a few years ago, back when you first started your relationship. The nickname was completely accidental. You two were flying together late one night. You remembered it like it was yesterday: the cool air winding through your hair, the way the Isle of Berk looked from the top of Highest Point. The light of the sun reflecting off of the moon glistened on the water, highlighting the tide. It was beautiful, a sight you couldn’t just look away from. But Hiccup did, preferring to look at the way you looked taking in the view. He saw the way the light of the stars reflected in your eyes and accidentally whispered the word ‘stars’ out loud. From there, the nickname shifted into just being Star, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Your fingers came in contact with Toothless’s scales, ready to unbuckle his saddle like Hiccup had asked. Unfastening the harness could be a little difficult. Toothless was just like a cat in about every sense other than his large size, scales, and ability to breathe fire. He rolled around a bit, trying to get belly rubs instead. Technically, his plan had worked. You rubbed his belly with one hand while you unbuckled the few clasps around his chest. Once the buckles were loosened, his saddle slipped right off and you were able to hoist it into the air to set it to the side. Toothless earned one last scratch to his chin before Hiccup called your name. You smiled softly before heading towards the washroom yourself.

Hiccup’s eyes met yours. “The bath’s ready,” he added. He felt the bubbly water’s temperature with his hand, shaking the excess liquid from his fingers before he looked back at you.

A warm bath being ready in such short notice was only one of the things Hiccup had been able to provide with his engineering skills. Other than creating prosthetic tails for his own dragon as well as prosthetic legs for himself, Hiccup had worked out plans for quick water heaters powered by a bit of Monstrous Nightmare kerosene gel, not to mention automatic water pumps and an easily drainable system. Where he had the time to come up with and test such ideas no one really knew. But you knew there would be plenty more where that came from. Hiccup would be making Berk a better place until he took his last breath, and that determination and creativity– the ability to set his mind to something– was one of the things you liked most about him.

He shed another layer of dragon scaled armor while you left your boots by the door, pressing it shut behind you. You quickly unlaced your own armor, the promise of warm water soothing over your skin motivating you. Hiccup seemed to take his time with this though, and you had a hunch as to why.

You two had been together for years, In fact, you even knew him before his transition. You were there for it all: those uncomfortable years of Hiccup’s life where he knew he didn’t fit in, those awkward years while he realized who he was, and those liberating years of him slowly growing more and more confident as he took those steps to becoming the man he was destined to become. But even with all of that, he wasn’t completely comfortable. Not with you. Not with himself… You didn’t blame him at all though. If there was one thing you completely understood about each other, it was feeling like you didn’t belong in the body you were born with. But at a certain point… There was only so much they could do. Hiccup couldn’t invent his way out of his own discomfort.

You walked toward him, wrapping your arms loosely around his hips from behind. You were a bit shorter than him. Luckily, his height wasn’t something he needed to be dysphoric about. You looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, the mirror his eyes were avoiding. You poked him gently, gaining more of his attention. “Hey,” you started, your voice soft. “I love you.”

Hiccup’s eyes met yours through the reflection. He smiled, unable to hold back a small laugh probably partially due to your very obvious height difference. “I know.” He took a deep breath. “I love you too.”

“You don’t have to get in with me if you don’t want to,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, I know,” Hiccup said, nodding slightly. “I’ll be ok once I get these pants off.”

“Then let’s get them off, Chief~”

Hiccup turned around in your arms, cheeks slightly pink as he looked down at you. “You’re first though.”

You didn’t mind these conditions, but you still took a teasing step away from him, turning your back to him as you pulled your top off over your head. Hiccup leaned against the counter very briefly, pulling his boot off of his foot before following after you. With your top and bindings off of your body and onto the floor, Hiccup reached forward and held your shoulder, asking you to turn toward him with a soft tug. You turned toward him, his eyes only leaving yours for a moment. You reached forward, hands tugging his undershirt out of his belt. He followed your lead, pulling it off over his head before his hand found your jaw. Your eyes lingered on his chest for a moment, eyes tracing across the prominent dark scars on his skin under his faint pectoral muscles. He tilted your head up, slowly pulling you closer before he leaned down to kiss you.

Hiccup was slow and soft, not rushing anything but just being sweet. Maybe his lips were a little rough, chapped after riding through the cold sky. And maybe he smelled slightly better after shedding his thick armor, but you were still determined to get him in the bath quickly.

So you pulled away slowly, sliding your pants down over your hips just as slow before stepping into the warm water and sinking into the sweet scented bubbles. Hiccup was eager to follow, guiding fabric over his hips and tugging off his prosthesis before settling into the tub behind you.

You both took a moment to— believe it or not— use the tub for its intended purpose. You washed the dirt from your skin, leaving it soft and smooth while Hiccup wiped Toothless’s kisses from his face with a wet rag. But once both of your bodies were clear of dirt, grime, and dragon’s bodily fluids, Hiccup let his fingertips trace over your body.

It started on your thighs. You welcomed the touch by leaning into his chest. Hands roamed skin, and fingers curled into hair. He leaned closer, leaving delicate butterfly kisses against the skin of your neck while his hands nudged your thighs further apart. One of your hands was back behind his head, digits tangled in the thick hair just above the nape of his neck, only encouraging him. It wasn’t until calloused fingers slowly made their way between your legs that your lips parted in a soft moan.

Hiccup, pleased with himself, only sought to make sure you voiced more of those sweet sounds. So his other hand quickly found its place there too, parting outer labia lips with a few fingers while the pad of another slowly rubbed against the side of your clitoris.

You hummed ever so slightly, but it piqued his interests. He’d be happy to sit there with you between his legs for the rest of the night if you’d let him. He’d let his fingers wrinkle in the quickly cooling water if it meant he got to hear you pleased on his fingers. But you had enough willpower to pull away, untangling your fingers from the wet tips of his hair and sitting up. Hiccup was left confused, hoping he hadn’t misread you.

“Think we can move this to the bedroom?” you had asked, quickly easing Hiccup’s wandering mind.

“Y-Yeah. Of course,” he agreed with a slight nod and a soft smile.

You stood up in the tub, allowing some of the water to drip from your body before stepping out and wrapping your body in a towel. Hiccup plucked the plug on the drain, taking your hand once you had offered it, letting you pull him upright. He promptly wrapped his towel around his waist before he was reattaching his prosthetic leg and stepping out of the tub. You barely wasted anytime, grabbing his arm almost as soon both of his feet were on the ground.

You tugged him out of the washroom, leaving a trail of dripping water behind the both of you. You let go of his hand as you took the stairs two at a time. Hiccup swiped something off of his workbench, eyeing Toothless almost to make sure he’d be ok with both of you gone again.

Toothless seemed to have been expecting this somehow, the look in his eyes seeming to convey: ‘How do you crazy kids have the energy for this as soon as we get home?’ Of course, he had to know that neither of you were really doing much work on the fly home. Hiccup did begin to wonder how predictable this pattern was though…

“Hiccup! Are you coming?” you called down the staircase, gaining his attention once again. Then it was only a matter of seconds before the distinct sound of Hiccup’s footsteps on the wooden stairs could be heard.

You were already in your shared room, quickly toweling off while Hiccup walked in behind you. You heard the door latch, signaling to you that you both were alone together again.

You let your towel drop to the floor before you climbed into your bed— the bed you insisted you make before you left on that scouting mission. You laid atop the well-loved quilts and well-worn pelts, enjoying the way the soft, feather mattress supported your spine and the way the fur brushed against your soft skin. Sleeping in your own bed was well-missed and well-deserved.

Tap. Pat. Tap. Pat. Tap—

You felt the bed dip beside you, causing you to open your eyes to look up at him. He was settling onto the bed next to you, damp towel forgotten. He set something down on your nightstand, but it was out of sight and all you cared about was pulling him to the bed and kissing him till you either couldn’t anymore or passed out from exhaustion.

He leaned overtop of you, his auburn hair hanging in his eyes. Your hands reached up to cup his cheeks encouraging him to lean down and quickly capture your lips with his. He tilted his head to the side slightly, pressing closer. It wasn’t until you parted your lips against his that he took the next move, nipping at your lower lip lightly.

His fingers found your side absentmindedly, gripping into your skin while your lips worked against each other’s. Your fingers wandered over his jaw and down his neck, sending tingles down Hiccup’s spine as you touched such sensitive skin. His lips slowly pulled away from yours, his mouth following the path your fingers had taken down his neck. Hiccup’s hands slowly followed up your chest, gently cupping soft breasts.

He was so ridiculously gentle even if he was a Viking, and his touch was so soft despite his calloused hands. It was love and tender passion behind his kiss, something you’d only ever felt so purely from him.

Fingers brushed over your chest before his lips found that soft skin. He worked his way down your body, your eyes closed, just enjoying the feel of his lips and fingertips against your smooth skin. Your hips shifted against the thick covers, eyes fluttering open to see if he was receptive to your hints.

You weren’t sure if he had noticed your movement or if he just knew you well enough that he knew what you wanted without even looking down. Fingers slowly found their way between your thighs regardless yet they stopped on your inner thighs, his eyes shooting up to meet yours quickly. His lips pulled mere centimeters away from your skin, sage eyes still locked on yours.

“This is silly to ask…” his voice trailed off in a nervous chuckle.

“You have my consent,” you nodded. “You can touch me, Hiccup…”

Then his fingers were back where they were while you were in the bath.. steadily teasing their way towards your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud once they got there. His lips were right there too, slowly kissing down your abdomen. It wasn’t long before those lips were between your legs as well, his tongue gliding over your skin.

Your pelvis shifted against his mouth, letting him hit you from a different angle. His other hand found your hip as he got comfortable between your legs. That hand limited your range of motion which was probably a good thing considering the way he could make you writhe in pleasure. One of your hands threaded itself through his hair, pulling him in closer.

He glanced up at you before his fingers delicately spread your labia, giving his mouth more room to work. His breath was hot on your skin, wet lips against your flesh as he kissed you. His tongue flicked out over your clitoris, bringing you to lead your other hand towards your lips, dampening a few small sounds that passed through.

Hiccup pulled you closer to the edge, skilled tongue coaxing to come in a way only he could. He knew what he was doing. Underneath that shy exterior was an experienced Viking, believe it or not. Of course, being a trans man, he had a unique advantage when it came to this sort of thing. He had a better idea of what might feel nice from just his imagination or from the first hand experience of having you between his legs like this. He knew where the clitoris was and he knew it was typically more important than anything else. Of course, that wasn’t to say he should just ignore everything else, but he was sure you’d forgive him for pleasuring that bundle of nerves more than anything else. That being said, he did gently circle a finger around your opening, wetting it in the fluid you were adamantly secreting by now. He pressed it inside you, quickly followed by a second finger. Hiccup curled them upward, stroking your walls with his fingertips while his tongue flicked.

You tugged him nearer, thighs pulling closer to his ears. He could tell you were close, and that fact only encouraged him to keep going. Once your hips started bucking against him, he knew it wouldn’t be long. You were teetering on the edge of pleasure, and he would pull you over.

Your thighs closed around his skull while your hips pressed up into his mouth. You ground your hips against him, riding that high with a muffled squeal. Your core squeezed around his fingers, nearly cutting off their movement all together.

A few moments later and you were falling slack against him, releasing his head from the hold of your thighs and his fingers from your opening. He pulled away slowly, fingers lingering there as his lips brushed yours. His breath played against your skin before your lips met his, sharing in a short, passionate kiss.

Hiccup pulled away first, bringing your eyes to him as he leaned back on his knees. “Am I correct to assume you’d want more?” he asked, an amused smile twisting at the corners of his lips.

You nodded breathlessly. “I wouldn’t mind,” you chuckled.

Hiccup reached toward your nightstand, tugging open the drawer for a bottle of aloe and a particular device he had made especially for you. It wasn’t the first of its kind by any means— but there was something about you being in his mind when he made such a thing that made a warm feeling tingle throughout your body. It was a phallic shaped object made mostly of a body safe metal alloy procured by Gronckles. It was similar to Gronckle iron, but it was a bit simpler to make. He held the toy with such confidence now. You felt as though it was yesterday he was embarrassed to ask if you’d want to try such a thing. Then it was trial and error when it came to sizing… but soon enough you both found something that worked. It wasn’t huge, fairly proportionate to Hiccup’s body— as per your design. Maybe you’d have him upgrade it one day, but Hiccup knew how to work his wrist. You were happy with him and the device just the way they were.

“I… kind of did something..” Hiccup admitted. “Thought maybe you’d want to try something new?” he rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his hair.

“I’d be up for it,” you replied, propping yourself up with your elbows as you watched him.

“You won’t laugh?”

You almost wanted to ask him when the last time you had laughed at him was but decided against it in favor of lifting him up. “Of course not.”

“Ok..” he continued cautiously.

Hiccup reached toward the nightstand again, retrieving what he had originally brought to the bedroom with him. You couldn’t tell what exactly it was all bunched up in his hand like that, but it was a bit of leather, probably his own handiwork. You watched him attentively as he pulled the leather around his hips and fastened it snugly to his thighs. The leather mostly covered his own reproductive organs which made you watch him closer and with more curiosity. The front of the leather was embossed with a ring of leather, undoubtedly boned with bronze or iron to help keep its form. Hiccup slipped the metal phallus through the ring, fixing it to his hips. Then you truly understood what this device was, and your cheeks heated up by the look of him.

“Well…” said Hiccup nervously after a second of silence. “Is this ok?”

“More than ok..” you said, smiling as you reached out to him, touching the tip of what could be his dick with your fingertips. The metal was still relatively cold to the touch, but you figured that would change quickly. “I just wish you could feel it.”

“I mean.. I will be able to.. kind of…” he started. “The inside of the leather is textured. When I press up against you, I’ll get some stimulation.”

“It’s not the same..”

Hiccup leaned closer, a chuckle on his lips. “It’s it’s close as we’re gonna get, Star.”

You kissed him again, pressing your lips to his softly while tugging him closer by the strap around his hips. He held onto the top of the headboard with one hand, keeping himself from crushing you under his weight. He tilted his head to the side again. He probably would’ve just been happy kissing you for the rest of the night until he felt you jerking on the fake penis between the two of you. He pulled away slowly, looking down and watching as your fingers worked. He let himself imagine that he could actually feel your touch. Hiccup felt something stir inside of himself and he wasn’t sure he could wait any longer. He reached blindly for the jar of aloe, not wanting to take his eyes off of you.

Once his fingers brushed the cork of the jar, he hurriedly grasped the bottle and pulled it closer. You debated backing off and letting him do this. The act of lubricating your toys was typically his job when you were doing this together, but the way he acted with your fingers brushing against what could be his dick intrigued you. And maybe you wanted to see more of that.

So you sat up and dipped your fingers into the jar instead, tentatively spreading it over the dildo. You purposely pushed it against his skin, stimulating him as you stroked. He was basically fully leaning against the headboard now, eyes locked on your hands. He could feel himself get wetter against the leather, his own clitoris getting harder as you played with it, his own lubricant only enhancing his pleasure. He could get used to this.

The friction of your hands against the metal— and just your warm hands against the metal— slowly heated the dildo, effectively preparing it for your body. And at this point, Hiccup was ready. His body tingled just imagining that the cock in your hand was his while the stimulation against his clit just seemed to confirm that thought.

“I’m ready..” you whispered. “How about you, Hiccup?”

He nodded quickly, words currently unable to form in his throat. He set the bottle of aloe to the side.

You laid back on the bed, still on your spine. You bent your knees up around his body as he leaned back over you, a hand on your hip the other on the toy— no, on his dick. You rubbed a few fingers through your already-slick folds, adding a bit of the aloe to the mix. Hiccup lined himself up with your entrance, sage eyes meeting yours for continued consent. When he saw your lust filled eyes, he brushed his tip up over your clit before nudging his way inside of you.

The stiffness of his cock was hardly an issue due to his manageable size and all of the aloe— not to mention, the way Hiccup pulled your hips upward slightly, causing him to glide right in with only a little bit of resistance. He paused for a moment, savoring the pressure against his clitoris while letting you get used to the familiar feeling of being penetrated.

You let your eyes flutter shut, letting your body sink into the mattress. You felt Hiccup’s grip shift, one hand still on your hip while his other hand slid up your thigh. The feeling of being full pushed a small noise from your lips, something that let Hiccup know you were ok. You shifted your hips against his, his firm hold reminding you just how good he felt pressed inside of you.

You both were still for a minute until Hiccup spoke up, asking: “How is it?”

“It’s fine..” you replied, your eyes slowly meeting his again. It made you smile, the way he looked from this angle. His hair hung down nearly over his eyes as he leaned over you. His hair could probably use a trim to avoid hiding his pretty eyes.

“Should I move?” he asked, running a hand back through his hair. He must’ve noticed you looking at it, but it still flopped back over his forehead messily. “Do you need more time?”

“It’s fine,” you repeated. “You can move.”

Hiccup pulled out slowly. He was pretty stoked that his invention was working how he designed it. Well, he figured not much could really go wrong— but the straps were tight enough to hold it to his body without a whole lot of movement. After another moment, he was pushing back in and was delighting in the way its other feature worked. The textured leather rubbed and pressed against his clit just about perfectly. He pressed in to the hilt, chasing that pressure. You welcomed him with another soft moan, reaching up to hold onto his shoulder. Hips grinding against yours, a shiver ran down Hiccup’s spine as he closed his eyes.

You smiled slightly. It was actually more of a smirk than anything else. “Feeling good?” you asked in a teasing tone.

He pulled back again before pushing back in. Hiccup nodded, “It’s nice.. It’ll take a second to get used to.. but on the bright side my arm won’t get tired.”

Your smirk only grew wider. “You look good like this..” You adjusted your legs slightly, hooking them over his hips as he slowly got the hang of the foreign movements.

“You think so?” One of Hiccup’s hands reached back up towards the bed frame, giving him something to lean on while his pace slowly became smoother.

You only nodded at first. “You think you can go faster?~” You teased.

Hiccup didn’t need anymore convincing as he picked up the pace, each thrust providing more stimulation for both of you.

He was rubbing against you in all the right ways, only encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. He rewarded you by drawing his free hand up to rest on your lower stomach, applying just the smallest amount of pressure below your naval. It helped the head of his dick press into that sensitive spot inside of you, making you moan out into the air. You reached down, grasping at his wrist as his thumb started teasing your clit between thrusts.

His pleasure was building. The roll of his hips with each thrust was a feeling he was becoming addicted to. He just about stopped altogether just to press into you and rub himself against those sweet ridges in the inside of his leather strap. But he held himself back, focusing on your pleasure first.

It was slowly becoming too much, the rough grind of his hips as he steadily picked up the pace. It was too much in a good way though. Your orgasm was building deep in your core, just begging to be released, and it was his thumb on your clitoris that was determined to bring you there. It rubbed against one side of the bud in a way that only someone with a few years of experience in pleasuring you could. He knew your body inside and out probably better than he knew his own. Given the opportunity, Hiccup could probably bring you to orgasm in less than a minute, and he was willing to bet on that.

But his thrusts started to get sloppier the more pleasure he felt. His knees were going weak and his hips were shaking with each obscene grind of his pelvis and each lewd moan that slipped from his lips.

“I’m close, Hiccup..” you mumbled, coherent thoughts almost impossible to procure.

“M-Me too..” he stuttered, biting his lip in an attempt to contain the slew of moans that were sure to spill from them next.

You shifted your hips against his now too, attempting to catch more friction on your clit, and that’s when you finally released. Your orgasm hit you, a wave of pleasure washing over your body as you arched your back up off of the bed, moaning into the air. Hiccup only kept going, watching your expression carefully. His continued pleasure slowly softened as your orgasm subsided, leaving your skin sensitive and tingly.

Hiccup’s thrusts eventually slowed to a stop, but he stayed inside of you, still grinding his hips softly against you and the inside of the leather. Your legs tightening around his hips only encouraged him to chase his own release.

“Mmm… Come on, Hiccup..” you whispered to him. “Come inside of me..”

Hiccup rubbed his hips in another few circles before his eyes clamped shut, release within his grasp. You could see the precise moment he came, watching as his eyebrows lowered and knit together and the way he bowed his head slightly to hide how hot his face was. It was probably unlike anything he had ever felt before, such a new texture bringing him to his climax. You had to admit it. He looked good like this too.

His hips eased up on the pressure as he finished. He was slow as he pulled out, exhausted and trying to be careful with your body as he did so. Hiccup loosened some of the straps around his hips before he could lay down with you, setting the strap-on to the side before he relaxed into the sheets. One of your hands found his head, fingers combing through his hair as he attempted to recover from his wonderful orgasm. His head laid against your chest while your breathing synced up, neither one of you speaking just yet.

He hummed however, leading you to smile.

“Wow..”

“Better than my wrist?” Hiccup asked, his tone teasing.

You laughed slightly, pulling him closer to yourself. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

He cuddled into your chest, his eyes unable to stay open.

“I guess we should clean up and get something to eat?”

Hiccup hummed while he smiled into your skin. “Only if you’re cooking,” he teased. “My original offer is off the table now that I can’t feel my legs.”

You shifted while Hiccup rolled off of you now laying face up on the bed beside you. You sat up, faking a laugh, “Har har..” you joked. “If your leg isn’t there it doesn’t count if you can’t feel it.”

Hiccup gasped in mock offense. “How dare you! Oh, ouch!” a hand shot over his heart as if you had stabbed him.

You giggled, standing up as Hiccup continued to cup his chest. You cleaned up, using your damp towel from your bath to clean between your legs. Hiccup slowly followed your lead, still not moving from a seated position on the bed, however. You pulled on a clean set of clothes before making your way to your bedroom door.

“You better hurry up and get dressed because I know as soon as I open this door, Toothless is going to be right there,” you laughed. It was a pretty accurate guess. Toothless felt as though he owned the place most of the time.

“Yeah, yeah..” Hiccup stood up, slipping a pair of pants up over his hips as quickly as he could. “Even though it wouldn’t be the first time the dragon has walked in on me naked–”

You rolled your eyes teasingly, not surprised one bit when Toothless was rushing into the room as soon as you had opened the door. Predictable.

Toothless knocked Hiccup back to the bed with a friendly nudge and another lick to his face. “Bud!” Hiccup whined.

“I guess you smelled too good for his liking,” you laughed, heading down to the kitchen yourself.

Hiccup wiped a bit of drool out of his eye, nudging Toothless out of the way as he grabbed your towels and started heading back downstairs. “I know, I know. You want some food too, Bud.”

The dragon roared quietly in the affirmative, following Hiccup downstairs where you were already getting a few fish ready for the dragon.

You smiled, watching as Hiccup walked down the stairs with Toothless right behind him. You, your partner, his dragon, and yours: an unlikely family… for those who had never heard of Berk.