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Stormfly descended with controlled strokes of her wings. Lower, and lower, until she hovered several feet off the ground. Just the right height for Hiccup to dismount.

Hiccup leaned forward, kissing Astrid's cheek from behind. “We'll be back in time for training," Hiccup promised.

“You better." Astrid shot back over her shoulder. “Or you'll regret it."

Hiccup released his arms from Astrid's middle, passing on the opportunity to quip back. He lifted one leg and turned, sliding off and landing on the ground. A relatively graceful dismounting. That was a recent change. For a couple years, dismounting with one artificial foot left Hiccup falling on his ass more often than not. Along with walking, running, jumping, and other actions. It happened with such frequency that Astrid had stopped laughing, instead sighing in pity. By his count, Hiccup was about ten months since his last prosthetic-induced tumble, and looking forward to making it a year.

Hiccup looked around as Stormfly took off, whisking Astrid back to the village. Hiccup eyed along the land he knew all too well. Given his inability to properly fly, Toothless was rather restricted where he could go on his own. Any location was a balance between mobility and sufficient privacy. This was the area of Toothless's choice. He could easily reach it with meager gliding, some bounding leaps, and a bit of walking. As a bonus, gliding past some rocky outcroppings and deep ravines meant there were few visitors to the area.

The only caveat was it was a one-way trip. Without Hiccup, and thus his ability to fly, Toothless would spend a good chunk of the day walking back the long way around the island. Of course, that meant Toothless must be expecting Hiccup to come find him. Probably.

The area was as beautiful as it was isolated. As an added bonus, this time of year made spotting Toothless particularly difficult. A low, thick, fog clung to the slopes of the island. It hung between the trees, carrying a miasma of moist, fertile, earth. As Hiccup turned, looking each way, breathing in the air… a distinct scent was lacking. The leathery, earthy, spicy, and vaguely bitter aroma of dragon. The scent unique to Hiccup's dragon.

Early on, it had seemed omnipresent on the island. Dragons stink. Everyone was aware of it and few were polite enough not to mention it. But time had changed that. Most all had grown used to it. Dragon riders did so the quickest. And, with time, Toothless's proximity and omnipresence had led to Hiccup noticing the nuances, to pick up the distinct way Toothless smelled. Individual enough that even his human nose could notice it.

But at that moment, Hiccup couldn't. Not a whiff of Toothless in the air. As Hiccup glanced around, scent and sight told him the same. Toothless wasn't resting in any of the nearby spots. The spots Hiccup most often found the night fury when he ventured off on his own.

Hiccup had been certain Toothless would have headed this way. Now the dragon was nowhere to be found. It would be particularly bad if Hiccup had to take the long walk home. The entire day kind of particularly bad.

“Damn it all." Hiccup muttered. Of course, Toothless happened to disappear the first day they were due for training the new dragon rider recruits. Which meant if they were late, Astrid really would make him regret it. The first few weeks of training were rough every year, especially for Toothless. As the most considerate of humans, and 'most obedient', as the village called him- though Hiccup never would… not a second time, at least. Toothless acted as a training dragon for the truly inept applicants to practice staying mounted in small glides.

It wasn't a fun experience for the dragon riders, Toothless, or the handful of would-be recruits that panicked the moment they left the ground.

Hiccup didn't have the heart to blame Toothless for wanting to disappear for the day.

As he shifted, Hiccup's faux foot creaked from the moisture. He lifted his leg up and over a fallen tree, hopping to the other side of it. He stumbled a little as his feet slipped in the moist soil, falling back to sit on the tree. Hiccup grunted, adjusting to get comfortable. That certainly wasn't a tumble, he assured himself. Then he looked around the green and brown slope. Hiccup hoped he had somehow missed the dark dragon.

But no. No sign of Toothless.

Hiccup rest there, raking his mind on where Toothless might be. As time crawled on, Hiccup could see the fog was starting to thin, burning away under the morning sun. At this time of year each morning started with a dense fog. As the season progressed, the fog seemed to thin earlier and earlier in the morning. A sign of the approaching summer.

As the air steadily cleared, the vibrant greens and earthy black-browns of their island took on their full luster. Eventually, the rich blue of ocean started to glimmer between the dark tree trunks. The sapphire sparkle drew Hiccup's eyes. Then it clicked.

It was late spring. Hiccup rolled his eyes, hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand. Of course he knew where Toothless was. The same place he would be, if he could.

Hiccup climbed back over the fallen tree. He wished he had realized earlier. Stormfly could have taken him right to the spot. Now he would have a bit of a hike.

Both Toothless and Hiccup were fond of the spot. They had discovered it soon after Dragons became a part of Berk, and they could venture to areas Vikings alone couldn't reach. It was an outcrop on the steeper sides of Berk. It had hung off the side of the island long enough that soil had collected and plant life grew there.

At this point, the peak of Spring, the meadow was carpeted with a velvety grass. It was a beautiful, bright green and emitted a wonderful, sweet scent. The blades stood just at knee height for Hiccup, just long enough to brush at Toothless's belly when he stood. It was probably just the right time to go and enjoy it, before the grass darkened and grew rough in a few weeks.

Toothless and Hiccup had only discovered the clearing's velvet grass two springs ago, on a chance crash-landing after a tailfin malfunction. It was, by fair, the most comfortable crash they had together. Just last year they had spent much time lazing in the grass, watching the sparkling ocean, savoring the brief return of life to the often cold and dead island.

Adventuring with Toothless, and exploring further from Berk, was wonderful in ways words could never explain. But the same was true lounging there, without crisis or stress, just in the presence of one another. Wordlessly relishing their peaceful time together, separated from the others of their respective kinds.

Maybe it was best Hiccup hadn't had Stormfly drop him off. To keep the spot for just Toothless and himself.

Hiccup did his best not get too lost in thought. The spot was reachable from that area of the island, and the trek wasn't too far, but it wasn't exactly easy on a human either. He couldn't glide around the rock faces like Toothless surely had. No, he had to edge along cliffs with his metal foot. The inkling that Toothless was upset with him, going alone to the spot, dawned as Hiccup wormed through a thin canyon. As he reached the end of it, the sweet scent of grass and the bitter spice of Toothless teased at his nose. Hiccup felt relief wash over him. If Toothless hadn't been there, going back from this point would be far worse than making his way down.

The rocks grew moist as he approached the Cliffside meadow. An ancient landslide had left boulders, since rounded by weather, as the last obstacle. Hiccup moved along the path he had previously memorized. Crawling over, squeezing between, and then… the sight of the meadow spread before him. The green swaths of grass rippled under a faint breeze. Interrupting it, the only mar amongst the green grandeur, was a slick black shape. Turned away from him, Toothless was squat to the grass and facing toward the ocean. Hiccup could see the dragon shifting as he stared to the horizon, making himself comfortable among the grass.

Hiccup trod slowly down the hill. There was little need to rush at this point. Instead, he savored crouching to brush his hands through the silky, moist grass. Making his way to the meadow had been a good workout. But now, he was here. The sweet air, the cool breeze, and the beauty were all revitalized him so. Sore muscles and his sweaty body faded away as Hiccup lost himself in nostalgia for the previous year.

As Hiccup got closer, he could see Toothless was pawing at the ground still, wiggling, and brushing his tail side-to-side through the grass. The sound of his artificial foot must have alerted the dragon, as Toothless froze. The dragon spun around, a growl on his breath, all his teeth extended and standing bright contrast to his dark scales. The expressive frills on either side of Toothless's head flared, only to lay back as he recognized Hiccup. Toothless only relaxed part way, his pupils narrow. That was unusual. Toothless's eyes were only like that when focused, in battle, or angry. Hiccup couldn't fathom what would have caused that in their secret spot.

A warbling, whimpering sound came from Toothles's throat. A sound Hiccup wasn't sure he had ever heard before. Toothless's teeth withdrew and snarl relaxed. But Hiccup still had his haunches hiked up, his chest low, staring intently at Hiccup with those narrowed eyes.

“Hey bud, you doing okay?" Hiccup implored as he resumed approaching the dragon. He stepped closer, within touching distance, then tried to move to the side of Toothless's body. He wanted to comfort Toothless, to stroke at his neck and shoulders as he often would. But Toothless denied him. The dragon stepped to the side with his forelegs, maintaining a direct line between himself and Hiccup, preventing Hiccup from closing in. It almost looked like Toothless was initiating some sort of play, but his expressions and vocalizations showed otherwise.

“What's wrong?" Hiccup probed, an obvious tone of worry in his voice. He held a hand out to Toothless's muzzle, hoping Toothless would nuzzle up to it. Toothless eyed the hand, then looked back to Hiccup without moving.

Hiccup lowered his hand. He tried to approach once more, but again, Toothless turned by side-stepped with his forelegs, once again cutting Hiccup off. Hiccup had seen this sort of behavior with young dragons guarding their food, or maybe a dragon guarding its eggs. But Toothless was never like that about food, and certainly shouldn't have any eggs to guard.

Hiccup sighed and dropped his hands at his hips. Worry had made his chest tight, and sadness was building in the back of his throat. It almost felt like he was on the verge of tears. Most times it felt like Toothless and Hiccup shared a mind, speaking without words, perfectly in sync with one another. But now, he was clueless, left isolated by his own dragon. Like he was all alone.

As a possibility dawned, then quickly solidified to a certainty, Hiccup's worry shifted to frustration. He glared at the dragon. “Is this because the new recruits, Toothless?" Hiccup accused. “You were on Astrid's side with expanding the dragon riders. I was against us taking on so many. You made your own bed on this one, buddy. We have to return for training." Hiccup sassed at the dragon.

Toothless's eyes narrowed curiously. Hiccup could immediately tell he was way off mark, the frustration fading away. The worry rapidly building again. Then the dragon's pupils widened, head lifting to Hiccup's height. Toothless took a step back, but continued to keep his chest close to the ground. He quivered his frills and laid them low, head dropping back down as though he were ashamed. Another thing Hiccup had never seen his dragon do.

Toothless looked around, as though he wished to fly away and escape. But it wasn't a real option. Without Hiccup piloting his tail fin prosthetic, Toothless could, at best, glide until he plunged into the cold ocean below. Less than ideal.

Toothless turned his gaze back to Hiccup, clearly defeated for alternatives.

“… Well?" Hiccup spread his arms to his sides. He had no idea what else to ask, to offer, other than his presence.

Toothless grunted, his pupils widening and filling most his eye, leaving a thin ring of green at the edge. Staring at his human. Toothless drew in a deep breath. He pushed aside his worries, embarrassment, and gave in. He warbled softly at Hiccup, then sat back. As he did, Toothless studied the human, seeing how Hiccup would react.

At first, Hiccup wasn't sure what was going on. Toothless could be giving in to fly back to the island, or he could be settling in with no intention of moving. As Hiccup stepped closer, a chill, a spike of concern, hit Hiccup. Through the thick grass, he could see Toothless's dark underside, but also pink. The color of a wound.

“You okay bud?!" Hiccup demanded, quickly closing in. As he got to Toothless's foreleg, he slowed. The pieces fitting together. Toothless's scent was stronger than usual, and different. His strange actions. His odd vocalizations. And the pink wasn't shorn scales or injury. Hiccup came to a full stop beside Toothless, looking down between the dragon's hind legs. His gaze traced along unexpected sight.

Toothless watched, head turned just a little, studying Hiccup with one eye. His rider simply stood there. His jaw had fallen open. Hiccup stared, unspeaking, as he took in the alien sight.

Hiccup knew every inch of Toothless, from toe claw to tail fin, to the strange gums that Toothless's fangs receded into. He was well aware of openings between Toothless's hind legs- between nearly all dragon's legs, even. Hiccup was familiar enough that Toothless's anus smothering his face that morning hadn't even phased him. Hiccup had even seen the horizontal slit in front spread, gotten a peek of pink flesh within, spotted the pink tip dipping free as Toothless relieved himself. He would never admit how he had stared at first, hot faced, fascinated and curious. But years later, it was Toothless. A dragon being a dragon. With his dragon parts.

This was more than a pink tip. The tip was a paler pink, followed by gradually darkening flesh, until it met the dark lips of Toothless's black slit. At that point, a dusky purple-pink color was mottled with darker dusky purple spots. Wrinkles of slick flesh of a matching color bunched up between the black lips and Toothless's shaft like a compressed sheath. The color wasn't the only thing to marvel. The shape was alien, exotic, compared to a human's shaft. It was thicker in width than height, with two long bulges up along the sides of a center bulge, meeting into a single, wide and flat tube for the last third of the shaft. Along the medial line of the bulges were flesh, rounded nubs that matched the dusky purple spots in color.

Of course, it was also massive.

And the mess. Some kind of slime coated the shaft, a few small bubbles having worked in among it. It seemed to drool from the slit, or the wrinkles of flesh there, and it coated the shaft a thin layer, with additional dribbles here and there. As Hiccup stared, the bulges thickened and shaft curved slightly, additional slime dribbling from the hole at the tip. Pre-seminal fluid. Demonstrating not all the slime was from Toothless's slit.

It wasn't isolated to the shaft, either. The fluids had smeared along Toothless's lower belly, inner thighs, around his groin, bridges to the messy blades of grass surrounding it. That clicked. Toothless hadn't been getting comfortable against the velvet grass.

He had been masturbating with it.

Toothless' eyes shined with impatience as he stared at his human counterpart. His wide tongue licked at his lips, tongue tines curling over them. His hips dropped a little and began to shift his tail back and forth, humping the slick belly of his shaft against the wet grass. A low 'whrrrl' and growl sound teased at the dragon's breath as he got back to his rhythm, a large shot of pre painting the grass all the way up to Toothless's forelegs.

The movement seemed to finally break the spell over Toothless's rider. Hiccup leaned away, then stepped back with his faux leg. Hiccup knew well to watch where he was stepping, given his prosthetic. But his eyes were fixed on the throbbing, bobbing dragon shaft.

Then Hiccup was suddenly on his back. The metal foot had slipped. The velvety grass made the fall but a soft 'thump', like falling on bedding. Hiccup sat up, a hand pressing to the ground behind him for support. He regaining his sense of balance. He sat before his dragon, looking up to the black night fury. Toothless suddenly seemed so imposing, so huge, towering over him. The dragon's expression belayed Hiccup's instinctive spike of fear. The spike of fear he hadn't felt since when they had first met.

That fear was chased away when Toothless' snout descended and nudged at Hiccup's face. An all-too-familiar worried whimper rumbled in Toothless's chest. Hiccup shook his head, reassuring Toothless by raising his free hand and petting the black snout.

“I'm fine, Toothless." Hiccup muttered, voice subdued by embarrassment. Without anyone here to witness, his ten-month record could rest intact. But his pride took a hit, distracting him from the moment.

The tension in Toothless's body relaxed as he was assured that Hiccup lacked any kind of injury. A warm, moist breath huffed out against Hiccup's face through Toothless' slotted nostrils. A draconic sigh of relaxation. The ebon dragon nuzzled and licked at Hiccup's face, celebrating his rider's wellbeing. Hiccup had to use both hands to defend himself, flopping to his back in the grass once more.

“I yield! Back, slobber beast!" Hiccup laughed as his forearms, hands, and face got coated in draconic drool. He'd nearly forgotten what had shocked him so. He was quickly brought back to the topic as Toothless's head dipped lower.

Hiccup's lungs still felt heavy with that different smell. Poignant, far spicier, musky. The smell of dragon cock. It came to the forefront once more as Toothless's muzzle bumped into Hiccup's groin. Hiccup's hands darted down to try and push Toothless away, but they were easily chased off with some toothless nips and bites.

“Hey bud, what're you…" Hiccup started, but trailed off as Toothless glanced up, their eyes meeting. Toothless's gaze carried a clear intent. Be quiet and behave. Hiccup swallowed and nodded. Toothless looked back down, pushing his muzzle up under Hiccup's shirt. Flopping it up until the belt restricted it. Toothless drew his head back, eyeing the belt. He garbled and nipped the accessory, tugging it. He released the belt and looked back up, expectantly, at Hiccup.

“Toothless," Hiccup was cut off before he could even start. Toothless gave another garbled chirp, this time irritation and demand were very clear in the tone.

Hiccup got the distinct sense of 'you saw mine, I get to see yours', absurd as that felt with a dragon.

The absurdity didn't override how clear Toothless's intent was. Hiccup swallowed. His hands were shaking as they went to his belt, unfastening it and letting it flop open on the ground. His hands followed the belt, resting uselessly atop his belt. Toothless had been immediate, muzzle sliding under Hiccup's shirt the moment the belt was unfastened.

The dragon explored, sniffing around, nosing at the pale flesh of Hiccup's belly. His muzzle teased at the trail of hair descending from Hiccup's navel, down into his pants. Hiccup sniffed along it, nudging at the seam of Hiccup's pants. He lifted his muzzle, pressed to the trail, and pushed down again, growling lowly at the garment.

“I … I got it, Toothless, just let me…" Hiccup murmured as his hands got to work once more. He lifted his shirt up to mid torso. The velvety grass and its dew were suddenly cold against his lower back. Hiccup sunk his thumbs into his pants at his hips, fingers resting outside. He paused a brief moment, then pushed. His butt and upper thighs joined his lower back, tiny shocks of cold dew and cool grass making Hiccup shiver.

Hiccup wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Or what Toothless was doing. Or what his body was doing. When the pants went down, his shaft had bounced up and free, flopping onto his belly. Hiccup hadn't realized he was erect, nor was he sure why. The smell? The excitement? His body betraying him, just because his dick getting attention, regardless of the source?

But there it throbbed. His shaft flexed, lifting an inch, then rested back down. Hiccup wasn't particularly one to brag or flaunt. He was smaller than most other Vikings, and he had always assumed that applied under his belt as well. But Toothless seemed entranced. A faint 'whrrwhrrwhrr' came from the dragon, breath hot against Hiccup's most intimate parts. The human shaft was infinitesimal compared to his own, but Toothless didn't seem to care about sizes. He studied the sack that hung below, sniffing at it, watching it pull up against Hiccup from the stimulation. He eyed the shaft, both it and the sack beneath a darker tone compared to the rest of Hiccup's body. All framed by dark hair that seemed to start from Hiccup's navel and pour downward to between his thighs. Toothless sniffed curiously up along the length, leaning over Hiccup and turning his head upside-down to gaze at the end of the shaft. The skin met up in wrinkles at the tip of the length.

All the while, Hiccup lay there, staring. The breaths over his junk brought a heat to his cheeks and down in his groin. Butterflies in his stomach was an understatement. A mix of anticipation, fear, and nervous excitement of the unknown had his heart thumping so fast in his chest. But Toothless seemed to have no plans beyond studying, no stimulation past sniffing.

Toothless looked up from Hiccup's groin, briefly meeting eyes with his rider. Then the dragon moved forward, one foreleg stepped over Hiccup, resting on the ground beside his head. The other leg lifted and came down with its paw resting upon Hiccup's shoulder. Toothless's hind legs followed suit, straddling Hiccup's thighs. His hips hunched forward a little.

Despite how long he had stared earlier… the vantage had not done justice. Now, with Hiccup's eyes focused inches before his face, he could truly appreciate the pink-purple organ. Toothless's shaft looked colossal. Hiccup could see the vasculature along the length, the texture of the flesh. Slicker on top, the belly of the length having a rougher texture. The slimy coating looked thicker along the textured area. The bulges on the sides were separated distinct dips between them and Toothless's main shaft. The shaft flexed, an opening at the tip gaping briefly before pre shot out, landing over Hiccup's cheek, hair, and neck. And that new scent. He was could really appreciate it now, so intense that it was palpable, like the cock was laying against Hiccup's tongue. Hiccup could taste it, without even contacting it.

“Toothless… uh…" Hiccup whispered, the butterflies in his stomach seeming to have gone still.

Hiccup had to look away. The shaft was so intimidating, gave such a sense of embarrassment. Hiccup tilted his head back, looking up to Toothless's throat and jaw. Toothless seemed to have sensed it, as he looked down at the same time. Toothless's body resumed its earlier movements, hips rolling forward and slipping back, repeating over and over. Hiccup could feel hot fluids soaking through his shirt, squirting upon his neck and chin. The small thrusts were slow, following the deep breaths entering and leaving Toothless's body. After staring for so long, the black dragon whimpered and licked his snout. It wasn't the demand he gave earlier, the demand for Hiccup to bare himself. The whimper and expression were a plea. A plea for Hiccup to help Toothless. To finally move forward with Toothless.

Hiccup looked back to the shaft. That one gaze had changed something. This wasn't scary, this wasn't some dragon that might hurt or maim him. This was Toothless. His Toothless. The dragon that he shared everything with. This was another part of Toothless, a personal one, one that Hiccup knew could bring such pleasure and release for his needy dragon.

Hiccup's hand raised. They weren't shaking with nervousness as they had either. His right fingers just barely touched against surprisingly hot flesh. From play bites and licks, Hiccup knew Toothless's body was quite hot inside. But this was more than he expected. The shaft had wisps of steam drifting off it in the cool spring air.

Hiccup's left hand raised. Simultaneously, both hands gripped against the bulge on the other side of Toothless's shaft. Hiccup's fingers fit just between the fleshy nubs along the sides. Despite the cool grass, the length was so wonderfully hot. It was enthralling. Hiccup began to explore, his fingers tracing along the shapes of Toothless's shaft, from the mid shaft down to the slit. The shaft stiffened when his thumbs pressed to the textured belly, matched by a cooing groan from Toothless above. When both of Hiccup's hands reached the base, exploring the wrinkles of pink-purple flesh, the cock jerked upward. Hiccup grunted as more of the thick, clear pre splattered over Hiccup's face. It was a bullseye, over Hiccup's forehead, nose, cheek, and the stubble around his lips. Hiccup's tongue instinctively licked his lips clean.

The palpable scent earlier suddenly seemed so meager. The potent flavor of toothless, of his musk, that spread across Hiccup's pallet was far more intense. It was odd and pungent. Sharp and forward, like hot mulled wine, intense with flavor and spice.

Hiccup struggled with the new knowledge that he liked Toothless's pre. That he wanted more.

When Hiccup's hands worked up along those side bulges, teasing over the last third of Toothless's shaft, Toothless began to properly thrust. His snout angled up and away from Hiccup. He wasn't watching to be careful any more. Hiccup clearly understood what was going on. That meant Toothless could give in to his needs.

Low growls rumbled through Toothless' chest, deep and resonating above Hiccup. The thrusts got faster, harder, the shaft slipping back and forth between Hiccup's hands. It thrust far enough forward to smear against Hiccup's cheeks, to prod against his jaw, to push over his lips and fire pre over his nose. Hiccup toyed with the idea of opening his mouth, but feared the haphazard thrusting might find his teeth. Instead, he squeezes his hands down, closed his eyes, and let his world focus around Toothless's neglected shaft.

For Hiccup, this was such an odd and surreal experience. Together for years now, having shared such time and compassion, but never before had they broached such intimacy. Never had Hiccup broached such intimacy. As he laid there in the grass, holding his dragon's shaft down against himself, letting his hands and face serve as a mount, Hiccup realized how naïve he had been. To not think of Toothless's needs. Not this need, even when he regularly made time to take care of his own release.

But now that they had done it. They weren't just a dragon and rider that loved one another. They were lovers, as they should have been for some time now. Hiccup let a hand trail down, taking up his own shaft. One hand squeezing his length, hard as it could be, while the other pulled Toothless's shaft further down. The tip prodded to his belly and thrust forward, under his shirt. The shirt got pushed up, until the tip was thrusting into the bunched up material at Hiccup's collar bone. Hiccup stroked himself in time with Toothless' thrusts. It all felt natural, as though they had always been meant to do this.

Hiccup's bunched up shirt was already sodden with dragon fluids. Toothless growled and thrust, stopping when his tip dug roughly into the shirt's folds. His shaft flexed hard, fluids dribbling down through Hiccup's armpits. A low, gurgling, growl dribbled from Toothless's lips as his hips trailed back, dragging his tip down to Hiccup's belly.

To Hiccup's surprise, the recently added fluids weren't cum. He thought. They were still clear, even though they were copious. He figured dragon cum wouldn't be clear. It would probably be white, like a human's? Though Hiccup was now acutely aware at the moment how little they knew of dragon sex.

Toothless' paw gripped tighter at Hiccup's shoulder, claws pricking ever so slightly through the thick cloth the man wore. When Toothless did little else, Hiccup's attention left the shaft against his belly. He looked back up, his eyes meeting Toothless's once more. The dragon had a gum smile down at him. The grip on Hiccup's shoulder released, the paw moving to the ground. Hiccup leaned down, sniffed at the bunched up shirt, then bit down on it. He dragged the shirt forward, Hiccup's arms pulled upward as the shirt was stripped away and spit into the grass.

Toothless's paws quickly moved in, each resting on one of Hiccup's hands. Hiccup had been pinned, arms raised above his head, hands stuck firmly to the grass by powerful black paws. A flutter of nervousness filled Hiccup again. Toothless leaned in, sniffing at Hiccup's face, arms and chest. Licks worked over Hiccup, along chest, armpits, neck, face and arms. Nothing like the playful slobbering Toothless usually gave. The licks were slow, intimate, paired with little cooing sounds. As Toothless rest his muzzle and face against Hiccup's, the human considered this might be some sort of dragon courtship. Possibly. But what he was sure that Toothless was saying 'this is it'. That, or Hiccup's impending release had convinced him so.

Toothless's hind legs stepped back and outward, spreading his stance wider. Hiccup found Toothless's shaft atop him once more, a stark contrast between pink-purple shaft and his skin. The shaft was large enough that it not only dwarfed Hiccup's cock and balls, but hid them entirely; sack and shaft alike covered in their entirety by the draconic length.

Toothless settled in, seeming to find the proper place with his cock tip near Hiccup's navel. An experimental, slow rock forward pushed Toothless's shaft up along Hiccup's body, tip dragging up to the point of Hiccup's nipples. Toothless pulled back, then thrust again. All the copious lubrication made Toothless's shaft glide smoothly over Hiccup's shaft and torso alike. The textured belly of Toothless's shaft worked forward and back against Hiccup's cock, stimulating in such an alien but wonderful way.

Hiccup could do little but groan, pinned and used in such a way. It was bliss, to feel Toothless in full control, to give in to the dragon's lusts, his dragon's needs. Thrusts quickly gained speed, Toothless garbling and growling. Toothless's eyes were screwed tight shut, his teeth extended and muzzle in a snarl. Hiccup studied the expressions and sounds, the sweet cacophony that was Toothless's pleasure. It only lasted a short while before the dragon's muzzle tucked down, jaw resting atop Hiccup's head. Dark wings spread and flapped, adding to a particularly rough thrust forward. Intensely hot seed splattered over Hiccup's belly, chest, and neck just as the thrust reached its peak. Toothless dragged back, thrust again, an even more copious burst of seed spreading the mess further.

The intense, alien pleasure of his dragon frotting him got Hiccup to the edge quickly. The feel of Toothless orgasming against him, seed pulsing thickly through the shaft against his, and cum pouring over his body. It was far too much to bear, and set Hiccup off, just as Toothless unloaded a third round onto his rider. The orgasm was intense in a way Hiccup had never experienced, his whole body electric with pleasure, even stronger in his groin and torso where dragon cock ground against. Hiccup's abs hurt from flexing, trying to thrust up against Toothless's shaft, miniscule in comparison to what Toothless was doing.

Toothless rode a wave of orgasmic bliss that outlasted Hiccup's orgasm, despite being the first to begin orgasming. As the euphoric high started to die off, Toothless's thrusts became slower, pulses weakening to dribbles. Wings dropped down to the ground, lazily draped on either side of the lovers. It took a moment longer before Toothless could move further. The dragon seemed fully spent after the act that had been years in the building.

Toothless's eyes opened, finding Hiccup's already staring up at him. Toothless leaned in, until the tip of his muzzle met with Hiccup's lips. Toothless didn't understand the act, but he knew it was so important to the humans. Despite its important, a kiss between dragon and human was rather difficult.

With that complete, Toothless slipped back and squat down. He curled back upon himself and sniffed at his own length. The thick forks of his tongue flicked over the area that had ground against Hiccup, finding dregs of human seed there. Toothless used his large tongue to curl around the root of his shaft and drag upward, all the way to the tip. Hiccup watched from his vantage point laying on the grass, amused by the display. He had little care to move, basking in his own afterglow while Toothless took time in grooming. Though one hand did lift, dragging through the seed on Hiccup's chest. He looked at it, trying to gather the courage to taste it.

It was white and thick, as Hiccup expected. There seemed to be some faint blue hue to it, though it was hard to tell under the blue sky and the dark blue ocean.

Hiccup lowered his hand back down, unable to make himself try it.

Toothless returned just as the cool air was beginning to take its toll upon Hiccup's bare and plastered body. Toothless stood over his human, looking at the mess that Hiccup had become. Hiccup was expecting to be licked clean. That did not happen. Instead, the dragon lay down, flopping atop Hiccup. Even fully grown- miniscule compared to his Viking brethren, but not pathetic for a man- Hiccup's size was nothing compared to the mass of his dragon. The issue of getting cold had been remedied, but the issue of being a mess was only made worse.

Hiccup grunted and suffered his fate, pinned and messy until Toothless would give mercy. Instead of freeing Hiccup, the dragon nuzzled at Hiccup's face, cooing sweet tones. Dabs of Toothless's tongue mixed into the affectionate sounds.

Hiccup couldn't respond until the dragon was done. Once he was sure he wouldn't get interrupted, he heaved in a breath. Difficult, under the weight of a dragon.

“I love you too Toothless." Hiccup croaked. He let the weight force the breath out of him again. As he struggled to breath in once more, it dawned on him. How he had said those worse words to Toothless so many times before. But now they meant something different. He wasn't even sure how it was different yet. But he could feel it in his chest, in the way Toothless looked into his eyes.

“I love you bud. So much." Hiccup repeated. His arms squeezed the best hug they could against Toothless while Hiccup pressed his cheek to the dragon's chest.

Toothless cooed in return, wings draping down to enclose them both.

For a while, they just rest there. Processing what they had done, processing the emotions that were running rampant through them, trying to divine what this all meant for their future. And, more than anything, how happy, how right, the world suddenly was.

Hiccup was the one to finally break the silence. “Bud…" he wheezed out, “You got to get up. And… we have to head back to the village." His tone clear with just how little enthusiasm he had for it. “We'll both get killed if we skip out on Astrid and the new riders."

Toothless stared down at Hiccup for a moment. Then he grunted, flopping forward, full weight holding his human down and Toothless's neck smothering Hiccup's face.