#hotcup

Hiccup bit back a moan as Astrid drew his lower lip between her teeth and tugged on the little braids she’d woven into his hair. “Gods,” he breathed, resting his palms low on her hips.

“Mmm.” The blonde grabbed the hem of his tunic and lifted the garment over his head before wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in for a sloppy kiss.

Pulling Astrid closer, Hiccup tugged at the end of her bindings, silently asking for permission to remove them. When she nodded, he unwound the fabric with trembling fingers and eagerly took her breasts in his hands.

“Babe,” groaned Astrid, her back arching as she kissed him harder, hands gripping his freckled shoulders.

“You’re…so…hot,” Hiccup mumbled between kisses. His thumbs massaged her nipples, causing them to crinkle with arousal.

“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” teased Astrid. She ran her fingers across his chest, toying with the sparse hairs that grew there.

He chuckled. “So talking fishbones are your type, huh?”

“I suppose they are.” She sat back up and shifted her hands down his torso to trace the faint outline of his abs.

Hiccup let out a sharp breath as her fingers traveled to the trail of hair beneath his belly button.

“Is there a lot more under here?” Astrid asked with a wink, hooking a thumb into the hem of his pants.

With reddening cheeks, he nodded.

“Hey,” she whispered, hovering over him to press her lips against his mouth. “It sounds hot.”

Hiccup swallowed hard as he felt her stiff nipples scrape against his chest. Then, taking a deep breath, he asked, “You…you wanna see?”

Astrid’s eyes widened. “Are you ready?” she checked.

He nodded. “I’m ready. But you first.”

“What?”

Hiccup slipped his thumbs into her bottoms, removing her leggings and underwear in one movement. “I’ll feel better if you take off yours, too.”

Smirking, she kicked the clothes off of her feet, leaving them to fall onto the floor. “Well, you know I don’t have any reservations about that.” An excited shiver ran down her spine. Being naked in front of Hiccup, knowing he was lusting over her, always turned her on. And now, the thought of him also being naked heightened her arousal.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands over her skin.

“Your turn,” smirked Astrid. Kneeling between his legs, she cautiously peeled off his bottoms, eyes glancing up at his face every few seconds to look for signs of hesitation.

“My scars,” Hiccup said as the garments reached his knees. “I…my leg…”

The blonde hardly heard him. Her gaze was centered on his growing erection, and her mind was racing was desire. She hadn’t exactly been sure about what to expect when it came to male anatomy, but she definitely hadn’t been expecting him to be as stiff as he was.

“Astrid?” he promoted.

“Do you mind?” she asked, reaching her hand towards his penis.

Hiccup’s cheeks turned red. “I uh…um…yeah…I mean, no…I mean, do you really want to…to touch me?”

“I’ve only fantasized about it a hundred times,” teased Astrid. “And I may or may not been masturbating during my fantasies.” She winked.

He swallowed hard at the image of Astrid lying in bed, naked, her thumb rubbing her clit as she brought herself to orgasm. He’d seen her pleasure herself before, but it hadn’t crossed his mind that she was imagining his nude body while doing it.

Taking his erection in her fist, she stretched out her thumb to brush the sensitive tip while her free hand slid his pants off his legs, finally leaving them both fully exposed. While she’d been perfectly comfortable being completely bare in front of him before, having him naked with her made her sense a new special bond between them.

“My scars,” Hiccup reminded.

The blonde glanced down at his left leg, where a set of angry red burn scars marked the spot that his bone had shattered during the battle with the Red Death. “I love you,” she whispered, lying stomach-down on top of him and offering an affectionate smile.

A rush of warmth surged through Hiccup’s veins. In the past, he’d always been the one to initiate “I love yous.” Astrid had always been more about showing than telling, but hearing her say the words first tonight hit him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. “I love you, too,” he murmured, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Leaning in for a kiss, she pressed her breasts into his chest and rubbed her crotch on his, causing him to gasp as she drew his lower lip between her teeth.

Hiccup reached down to grab her butt, erection throbbing at the sensation of her pebbled nipples against his chest and her center brushing his.

“You good?” Astrid checked, panting as she broke the kiss.

He nodded.

“Do you want to get off now, or…” With Hiccup’s shyness, the two hadn’t yet touched each other below the waist, not before Astrid had touched him tonight. Any activity that involved undressing always ended with mutual masturbation while the candles were out and a blanket was covering his bottom half.

“Or what?” he asked, teasingly pinching a nipple as she sat up to straddle him.

“We could do it to each other,” she suggested cautiously.

Hiccup swallowed hard. “I…I’d love to, but I don’t know how…how to touch you. Your um…well…stuff, if I can call it that…it’s…uh…a little less um…straightforward than mine.”

Astrid laughed. “I’ll help you,” she promised, grabbing his hand and placing it on her mound, tingles running down her spine at the feeling of his fingers brushing against her swollen folds. “But you first.”

“Gods, you don’t have to…” He trailed off as she knelt between his legs, one hand massaging his balls while the other stroking his erection.

“You’re perfect,” Astrid mumbled.

“Holy Freja, how did you…how are you this good?” he gasped, biting back a cry as she swirled her tongue around his tip.

The blonde shrugged. “You learn a lot from Viking women’s gossip,” she laughed. “Thank Thor I don’t use the public baths anymore, but gods, the things I would hear there.”

“You don’t use the public baths, either?” Hiccup raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I mean, I guess…well…you don’t exactly seem like the self-conscious type.”

Astrid laughed. “I’m not. Around you. But after being a late bloomer, and hearing the women point out that I had no boobs…and growing hair in awkward places…and realizing I was the only one with a blonde crotch…no thanks.”

Hiccup smirked. “Well, puberty certainly blessed you, late bloomer or not,” he remarked. “And for the record, I think it’s sexy that you’re blonde down there.”

A light blush covered her cheeks as she closed her fist around his penis, thumb reaching down to continue teasing the sensitive tip.

He drew in a breath.

“Does that feel good?” murmured Astrid, still stroking him.

Nodding, Hiccup reached down to grab her free hand.

“You’re so hot,” she whispered, squeezing his erection while she laced her fingers with his. It was so like him to want to hold hands while he reached his climax, and she was happy to oblige.

“My Thor,” he breathed, biting his lip as tingles shot down his spine, signaling that he was almost to his height.

Astrid squeezed him harder, this time leaning forward to graze his tip with her teeth, a gesture that caused his quiet gasps became sharper. “Almost there?” she checked.

Hiccup nodded.

Her own arousal growing at the sight of his pleasure, she pumped his erection faster, thumb reaching for his tip, until he finally spilled his seed over her breasts and settled limp against the pillows.

“Thanks, Astrid,” he eventually managed to say. Pulling himself up, his gaze drifted towards her body, eyes growing wide and cheeks blushing at the sight of his fluids on her skin. “I uh…sorry I…”

“Don’t be sorry,” she smirked. “I think it’s pretty damn hot.”

Hiccup reached for the nearest blanket and, covering his lower half, reached for his prosthetic. “At least let me get you a towel,” he insisted. “You know, to clean up with.”

“I got it,” Astrid said firmly. She took the metal leg from his hand and set it back in its place before climbing off the mattress. As she grabbed a towel and dipped it into the sudsy wash bin, she was well aware of her boyfriend’s stare. “Like what you see?” she teased, wiping away his semen while trying to ignore the tingles between her thighs.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured.

After she finished cleaning up, the blonde crawled back into bed. “My turn,” she prompted, leaning in to deliver a sloppy kiss against his lips. “I mean, as long as you’re comfortable —”