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Another of the stories done for my wonderful panda husband and partner-in-carnal-crime, Kenta Snow. Credit where credit is due; while I'm the writer of the two of us, dear Kenny is the dreamer, and my lovely lewd muse. Combined, there is very little we cannot corrupt in the most devious and delightful of ways, and here is yet another result of our absolute infatuation with How To Train Your Dragon meeting our combined randy, perverted minds. Ken and I have an ongoing series of ideas, all of which ultimately join together into a sort of 'expanded universe'. Think of it as the side of How To Train Your Dragon that DreamWorks didn't tell you about, the outtakes that were cut for family-friendly purposes.

This is, in fact, the one that started it all! Begun as a simple rp between us to revel in our mutual love of both HTTYD and smutty storylines, it went from that to a full-blown story, and from it blossomed the vast lurid universe of our stories! So for all of those who have grown to love my HTTYD story universe… it all began here.

Usual disclaimer bullshit; if you're under eighteen years of age, or whatever age the people in charge of where you live have decided you have to be to see smut, you shouldn't bla-la-bla-bla-bla, legal bullshit, bla-la-bla, nobody really fucking cares but I have to warn you anyway. But let's be honest, even if you are, we both know you're going to read it anyway, so carry on. Just don't blame me when/if you get caught! Also, a forewarning, this story does contain god ol' male-on-male sexy times, sex between a human teenager and a willing feral but intelligent dragon, musk, sweat, watersports (piss) both internal and external, scent worship, vivid descriptions of oral sex, and a good deal of general lewdness and depravity. If any of those things aren't your cup of tea, or are frowned upon by your government, ye be warned! Though again, if you're here already, odds are you aren't leaving even if that's the case, because fuck the government's war on our gods-given smut.

How To Train Your Dragon, Toothless, Hiccup, Stoick, Gobber, Astrid, Stormfly, and all the rest of the characters, places, and events from said series are not my original work. They are owned by DreamWorks. Another massive round of applause to DreamWorks Studios for creating what is in my opinion the finest animated trilogy in history, along with three equally-divine television series. About time the fat mouse got bumped off his pedestal; Mickey wishes he could plaster his overrated mug on that masterwork.

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Hiccup strode through the streets of Berk as the sun began to set, having completed the final tasks that had been on his list. The upgrades to the village were going well as the people of Berk took strides to welcome the dragons among them, a massive change that had been brought on by the outcome of the Battle of Dragon Island a few months before. Even after that time, there was still a great deal to do, and many of the young Viking's once-discredited ideas were now being implemented all over. He had worked hard, and had worked up a good sweat that he could feel slightly melding his clothes to his lanky build. But he ignored it for the moment as he headed for his last stop, the newly-constructed dragon stables, looking to ensure that the automated feeding troughs were functioning properly.

However, a somewhat morose air had hung over the young man all day. While many of his friends had pitched in to help, albeit with varying degrees of actual usefulness, one face had been absent throughout his various duties; Astrid. It still seemed a bit beyond belief that the beautiful young woman had actually started to take a liking to him, but they were starting to see each other regularly, and he was very fond of her company. But for the past several days she had been away, on a scouting mission handed down by Stoick the Vast following reports of unknown ships near the outlying islands. Having grown rather used to her company throughout the day and her presence in the Meade Hall every evening as they sat together and ate, her absence resonated within him. He paused to look up at the sky, hoping to see the familiar shape of Stormfly swooping in to bring the two of them home, but the sky was as empty as ever.

Toothless was following his rider like a shadow as always, never far from Hiccup's side. But the dragon was not a fool... He knew that something was bothering his human companion, and as he stayed close beside, he kept casting worried glances up at him. The sudden pause nearly sent him bumping into the slight youth, and he stopped up just shy of ramming him with his snout, turning his head to follow Hiccup's gaze. He could guess what his rider was looking for, but even his sharp dragon's eyes saw no sign of the Nadder or her blonde rider. He murmured in concern as he turned back to Hiccup, nosing gently at his hand. Even though, as a dragon, he could not quite see the same attractiveness that Hiccup did in Astrid, he knew that she was important to his rider, and he hated seeing Hiccup downbeat.

The gentle nudge drew Hiccup out of his thoughts, and he turned to his scaly companion with a soft smile. The Night Fury, once feared throughout Berk as the most terrible of dragons, had in fact turned out to be the most loyal and affectionate of dragons, and he was touched as always by Toothless' concern for him. “Mmmm, you've been pretty peppy today, bud," he said fondly, stroking his palms affectionately over the sleek scales of the dragon's muzzle and jawline, only to grimace a bit as bending down caused his trousers to tense up. He cursed softly, having to reach to adjust his clothing… With puberty, Hiccup had been maturing quickly, and his body was showing it, especially his lower regions… And while Astrid had proven herself to be quite a generous and pleasurable lover since their first tryst together a few weeks before, her absence was only compounding his issues, leaving him feeling quite pent-up and sensitive. “Nature's way of teasing growing men," he muttered under his breath, as his fiddling with his clothing started to subtly stir up his body's scent.

Toothless offered a bright smile, but his concern for his partner was still nagging at him. He could sense that something was nagging at his friend, and it always troubled him. Though at first he had been at a loss to guess, the repeated looks toward the sky had finally started cluing him in that the young man was lonely, missing his partner. He knew that Hiccup had feelings for Astrid, strong ones at that, and he had even walked in on them accidentally just before she had left. That had been rather an embarrassing situation for the Night Fury, though he had luckily managed to duck out before either of them had noticed, though not before burning the image into his mind…

The dragon huffed, shaking his head to clear himself of those thoughts. It wouldn't do now to indulge in the fancies of his own head. Hiccup was lonely, and sad, and he needed help. And if there was one thing that Toothless had learned, it was that there weren't many things that could do more good for a sad heart than time on the wing. He gave a soft rumble, before starting to nudge his rider a bit, trying to guide him towards one of the launch pads. They were past due for their flight time anyway, and his wings were itching to feel the kiss of the air once more.

The incessant nudging seemed to get his point across, and Hiccup chuckled a bit, running his hand over his partner's snout. “Okay, okay, bud," he conceded, his face brightening up. The prospect of time aloft seemed to lift his spirits, and he soon began to walk briskly towards the pad, Toothless leaping ahead with a happy rumble. Hiccup smiled warmly as he saw the dragon, though he had to avert his gaze to prevent blushing when in his eagerness Toothless bent down like a dog and wagged his rear end in eagerness. Though the movement was innocent, it placed the dragon's nethers on full display, and he coughed a bit as he tried not to stare at the full, sleek rump of his mount, the tight entrance hidden beneath that tail or the slit just beyond.

“Get a grip, man," he muttered to himself, shaking his head to dispel the sudden upswell of taboo and inappropriate thoughts in his head. “You're just lonely. He's your bud." He managed to clear his mind again, before chuckling softly as he moved to swing himself up onto the waiting Night Fury, feeling the dragon quivering excitedly under him. “Okay, bud," he said brightly as he felt his prosthetic lock firmly into its socket. “Let's get going." Toothless replied with a happy rumble, his wings flaring out like twin ebony sails before surging downwards, sending them both rocketing into the sky as his artificial tail flicked out.

The sensation of takeoff never grew old to Hiccup. The way his heart seemed to plunge for the briefest of moments as the earth was explosively left behind, only to leap with exhilaration at the freedom of the sky above, the clouds beckoning them both like old friends. He felt the air whip around his face, tossing his hair about as Berk quickly shrank beneath the two, even the Great Hall seeming like a child's playhouse from so high. A smile broke across his face, the freedom of flight banishing the depressing thoughts of before as he patted Toothless' shoulder. “Alright, bud. Our spot?" he asked.

Toothless looked over his shoulder with a smile, giving a nod in return. The dragon did not need to be told which way to go, peeling off towards the forest, soon leaving the bluffs of the village behind as the trees stretched out below them, broken now and then by primal streams, boulders, and caverns. The sun was setting quickly, the trees casting long shadows. The pair swept over the grotto where Toothless had spent weeks trapped after his fateful first encounter with the youth who would become his rider and brother, but they were headed elsewhere, and swept over the hollow without pause, finally nearing the far side of the island, a secluded grove accessible only by dragonback.

A small group of rabbits scattered into the underbrush as the Night Fury descended towards the sands, his wings kicking up a cloud of dust and sending ripples over the water before his paws touched down. Hiccup took a moment to glance around, habit dictating he make sure they were not followed, but the air was still and peaceful. A smile spread across his face as he dismounted, feeling the soft sand beneath his feet, moving to gently rub a hand over his partner's muzzle. “It's been a bit since we got some time together, hasn't it?" he remarked. “It feels good to get away…" He sighed softly, remembering the loneliness from before.

The Fury purred happily, his tail swaying behind him, only to sense the change in his friend. Turning to look up into the face of his human partner, he could see Hiccup's smile fade, his eyes having grown forlorn once more. His worry for the young man returned, and he moved to nuzzle at the youth's hand tentatively, his own eyes looking up in concern. He hated seeing Hiccup depressed, but he was rather at a loss.

The gentle touch of the dragon managed to shake Hiccup from his musings, and his smile returned as he tenderly stroked the dragon's head. “What's wrong, bud?" he asked gently.

'I want to ask you the same question,' the dragon thought, cursing the lack of ability to speak, not for the first time. Nevertheless, he tried, growling and grumbling in an attempt to communicate his concern. Hiccup was his best friend, his brother, the only semblance of family he had, and he wanted to help him, though he wasn't really sure how. His ears perked slightly as he hoped that Hiccup would be able to understand what he was trying to convey.

Indeed, though the human couldn't understand the dragon's various grunts and growls in the same sense as he would the words of another Viking, Hiccup had been around Toothless long enough to begin to gather the meaning behind them. The Night Fury was certainly a very expressive companion, and he was sometimes taken aback by just how many ways the dragon could find to convey his thoughts, this being no exception. As the dragon voiced his concern as best he was able, the lanky lad offered him a smile in answer. “I'm okay, bud. Just… a little distracted." He gave a wistful sigh, lifting his eyes to the sky once again. “It's just a bit strange, not having Astrid here with us. I just hope she's safe out there…"

Toothless nodded in understanding, leaning to give his friend a gentle nuzzle with his snout. He had suspected that Astrid's absence may have been troubling Hiccup, and while he was glad that there was nothing else troubling his human, he also felt a pang of regret that he could not do more to ease the burden of loneliness that weighed down his rider. Comfort and companionship was all that he could offer, but to his relief, he felt Hiccup's hand start tenderly rubbing over his snout, and looking up he could see the boy's smile brighten a bit. “Thanks, bud," Hiccup said gently. “I'm glad I have you with me, at least. You're a good friend, Toothless."

The dragon rumbled softly, leaning into that touch. Though he could tell that he hadn't dispelled Hiccup's brooding entirely, he had at least helped to ease the burden, and that was enough to make him happy. For a few moments they simply shared that gentle contact, taking solace in having one another, before a soft splash suddenly sounded from the nearby lake. Toothless' ears perked up as he heard it, and he turned his head towards the water, just as his belly gave a rumble, reminding him it had been some time since he had eaten. Another splash sounded, and he saw a fish break the surface, the dragon giving a rumble as he leapt towards the shore, crouching and leaning out to peer through the water at the fish beneath.

Hiccup chuckled at his dragon's antics, only to grow silent as once again he saw the Night Fury had unintentionally bared himself to his gaze. The sleek black scales now shimmered faintly in the fading light, a sort of pseudo-sweat that he knew dragons built to regulate their temperature and shield them from fire, but it only served now to accentuate the contours of Toothless' body. In particular, it seemed to call attention to those sleek flanks, toned rump, and most taboo of all, the tight rim of flesh hidden just beneath the base of his tail. Unbidden, the same unclean thoughts from before started to claw their way up yet again, and Hiccup had to tear his eyes away, shaking himself off and hastily trying to adjust his clothing to stave off the sudden lack of room.

“H-Hungry, huh?" he remarked, trying to sound casual and draw his mind back to clean things. “I suppose it is getting near that time…" There was a sudden sploosh, and he looked back up to see Toothless sauntering from the water, looking very pleased with himself as he held several good-sized fish in his mouth. The goofy-looking expression on the dragon's stuffed lips drew a soft chuckle from him, as he felt those impulses fading away to his relief. “Good job, bud. Let's just get a fire going, and we can eat."

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A little while later, the two were seated by a small but cheery little fire, Hiccup carefully turning the makeshift spit he'd fashioned to cook off some of Toothless' catch as he leaned his back up against the purring chest of his bud. Toothless watched with interest, as always intrigued by the concept of cooking, not having understood at first why humans would taint perfectly good fish with bits of plants and funny-smelling stuff, but having sampled it a few times it had rather grown on him. Satisfied with his work, Hiccup finally withdrew their dinner from the flames, carefully passing the three larger fish to the Night Fury, who made short work of them, before starting on his own meal.

As the hunger in his belly was sated, the dragon's concern for his friend began to grow again. Hiccup did seem in somewhat better spirits than in the village, but he could still tell that his young friend was not himself. Shuffling closer, he gave a soft cooing sound, nosing gently at his hand, his eyes questioning.

Hiccup smiled in answer, gently rubbing along the dragon's sleek snout. “I'm okay, bud," he assured, before grunting softly. Berk was usually rather cold, but the day was unseasonably warm, and the heat of the fire and dragon both weren't helping. “Hel, if I sweat anymore I'll probably just melt," he grumbled softly, before a thought crossed his mind. They were far from the village, safe in their little private cove and any prying eyes, and besides, Toothless was an excellent watch-dragon. “I guess there's no reason I can't," he finally decided, before beginning to undo his clothes, huffing softly as they peeled from his body.

Toothless watched patiently as Hiccup began to strip down. Clothes were always an intriguing conundrum to the dragon, those bizarre second skins that humans draped over themselves. He knew they served some sort of protective purpose, staving off cold and the like, but the sheer importance that they seemed to hold puzzled him. 'I still don't get why you always wear those things,' he remarked. 'Even when it's warm and they're uncomfortable.'

However, his quips were silenced when something struck his nose… Nostrils flaring as a new scent teased at them. Hiccup was far more cognisant of his hygiene than the majority of Berk's residents, but the effects of puberty and a forced abstinence were starting to take their toll, not to mention perspiration. The scent that Toothless was inhaling was that of a pent-up male, desperate for intimate companionship, frustrated and lonely, and while it may not have been the same as a dragon's own, there was no mistaking it.

As Hiccup made to remove his pants, the dragon's eyes started to watch with a greater attention, travelling over the body of his trainer, truly looking for the first time with a new appreciation. Despite not being the bulging, hulking brute type common in the village, Hiccup was maturing in his own right. His skin was beginning to show signs of thicker hair, and the beginnings of a denser trail running down his belly stood out, culminating in a respectable crown that encircled….

The dragon blushed. He had never really noticed before, but then Hiccup was never really so comfortable about undressing in the village. Though he wouldn't have initially thought due to the human's shorter stature, it would seem that Hiccup had inherited one thing from his father, one aspect of size that would have made Stoick quite proud. Toothless' eyes drank up the sight of that uncut shaft draped over a very respectable sac, the outline of two full orbs visible. It was nothing like that of a dragon, which was all internal unless aroused, and he had to shake himself to keep from staring any longer, just in time as Hiccup straightened up and turned back to him.

“There," the youth breathed out as he set his damp clothes to the side to air out. “Gosh, I needed this… To just get out here, away from it all…" He took a deep breath straightening up and spreading his arms to let the cool evening breeze wash over him, enjoying the cooling feel on his skin. Toothless nodded slowly, but he was only half-listening, as the breeze served to catch up and waft more of that scent over him. It wasn't until Hiccup turned back and walked over that he snapped out of his haze, trying to hide a blush as his human gently patted over his snout. “You're a good friend, bud," Hiccup murmured gently, smiling and moving to take his seat again, now resting his bare back up against those scales.

Dragons had no concept of sexuality. The words 'gay,' 'bi,' and 'straight' held no meaning to them, and the complicated nuances and conditions of relationships that defined human culture were all foreign. Yes, they understood gender in a biological sense, and Toothless was perfectly aware that he and Hiccup were both males, but to him it was not a block. Hiccup was his closest friend, and beyond that, he was family. And he could tell from the scent that practically poured from the youth that he was in need. And with that, his mind formulated what, to him, was a solution.

Hiccup started as he felt his friend suddenly shift beneath him, making to stand and forcing him to sit upright. Confused, he turned to Toothless, just as the dragon moved to nuzzle at his face, before moving to stand in front of him, paws held close together, making him stand in a strange sort of way, reminding him very much of the prim stance cats sometimes took. The comparison, as always, struck him, just how much like a feline the Night Fury could be. “Are you okay, bud?" he asked, the dragon responding by lifting his head with an odd little trill. Chuckling softly at the unusual change in behavior, Hiccup made to stand up, grunting a bit as his prosthetic made it more of a task. “What, are you wanting to play a bit? Burn off some energy now?"

Toothless huffed a little, unsure at first of how to respond. Play? He supposed it could be seen as such… It could be very fun, what he had planned. And it would certainly burn off energy… He ultimately shook himself slightly, before stepping closer, his eyes looking up into his friend's face, seeing Hiccup looking back in confusion. The closer he drew, he stronger the scent from his friend became, and the dragon's nose twitched subtly as he inhaled that warm musk, before finally letting his sleek snout nuzzle up against one of his human's thighs. Feeling Hiccup tense a bit at the feel of scales to bare skin, the dragon paused for just a moment, before parting his lips slightly and allowing his broad forked tongue to slip free. Pressing against the soft, damp, pale skin of his rider, slowly drawing upwards, running it along exploratively as he kept his eyes on Hiccup's face to gauge his reaction.

The second he felt that warm, wet muscle grazing over him, Hiccup gave a soft gasp, his face flushing a bit as he tried to suppress a shiver. The feeling was so odd… Wet, slick, moist, warm, but yet not at all unpleasant. There was a subtle hint of a forbidden nature about it, being touched so close to his intimate areas by the dragon, but he couldn't deny the sparks of pleasure it gave off. Feeling as the warm breath of the Night Fury washed over his body, acutely felt against his sweat-dampened skin. “W-What are you doing, Toothless?" he asked shakily, moving to place a hand on his dragon's snout, gently trying to push the great beast back. “W-We've talked about this before, bud. Humans don't take tongue baths…"

The pressure of that hand made Toothless whimper a bit, knowing that Hiccup still didn't understand, and he took a step back, trying to think of a way to get his point across. Instinct seemed to compel him, and he slowly turned his body sideways, before his feet seemed to take over, prancing about softly in the sand. He didn't really fully understand these new movements he felt led to take, but something told him to continue the makeshift dance, his head bowing as he fluttered his wings, giving a soft little coo.

Hiccup watched with curiosity, having never seen his bud behave in such a manner, though a part of him was somewhat concerned as well. “Hey, bud, what's gotten into you?" he asked, stepping forward and resting his hand on the dragon's forehead, feeling its natural warmth pulsing against him. “You sick or something? You don't feel like you're hotter than normal…" His brow furrowed, trying to figure out just what Toothless was conveying.

Sensing that he would need to be a bit more direct, the dragon let his human rub over his head uninterrupted for a moment, but his eyes soon lowered to lock between his rider's legs, now able to properly appraise just what the human was packing. His eyes widened a bit as he took it in; so close, they seemed much larger than before, his orbs obviously swollen slightly below his uncut shaft. He could see a faint film of perspiration had built up along that flesh, adding to the richness of the scent now bathing his nostrils, and with a soft little huff he made his move.

Hiccup was still trying to puzzle out his dragon's behavior when a sharp gasp left him, feeling as Toothless suddenly shifted forward, letting his muzzle press up against his exposed cockflesh, his pent up state making him that much more sensitive. A shudder ran through him unbidden, the suddenness of the movement combined with that intense feeling keeping him frozen in place briefly, which the dragon used to his advantage, inhaling deeply of that musk as a deep purr left him. Once again his lips parted to allow his tongue passage, and he heard a soft moan from over him as that warm, slimy muscle cupped down to curl its forked tip around his swollen orbs, then slurped its way slowly upwards, drawing his length between the tips, then swirling around to comb through the hair above… A long, lewd, wet trail that brought on a surge of taboo pleasure the likes of which he had never experienced.

Toothless rumbled approvingly of the feeling, Hiccup's body so exotic under his dextrous tongue. The smooth skin, broken by growing hair was so unique and different, the strands tickling at his taste buds as they deposited that warm, salty taste over them. It was more intense than he had expected, warming his muzzle and tongue as his tail slowly swayed, before he looked up once more into Hiccup's face, trying to read his response. Hoping he hadn't frightened the youth, desperate for him to understand and reciprocate.

Hiccup stared back, his eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped, confusion swirling in his mind. Smart as he was, it was easy for him to understand exactly what his dragon was trying to convey, and the realization made his heart hammer. But to his surprise, what he felt was not what he would have expected. Instead of revulsion and anger at Toothless' overtures, he actually found himself more surprised and touched at the dragon's offer, and even more startling was that a part of him actually yearned to take the Night Fury up on it. His hands shook as he fought internally, one side of him railing against these new urges, screaming of taboo, indecency, and consequence, while the other sweetly called him to abandon his preconceptions and embrace the new and unknown, his ever-present curiosity mixing with growing need.

“B-Bud…" he stammered weakly, swallowing to try and steady his voice. “I-I'm flattered, but… I don't know. It's not… well… The village wouldn't…"

'The village doesn't need to know…' Toothless purred in answer, once again giving those swollen balls a sweet, tender nuzzle with his broad snout, letting his warm breath wash over them. 'You're needy… I can smell it on you. And I can help you.' He took a few steps back, once again giving that careful little prancing step routine, before slowly turning about, bending low and hiking up his tail. He heard a sharp intake of breath from his human as that scaly rear was bared to his view, this time deliberately. 'Let me help you, Hiccup… You're my friend.' He gave a soft coo, the sound like the purr of a great cat, trying to soothe his rider's fears. 'My best friend…'

Hiccup was at a loss for words. The arguments against it were all still there, still clawing at his mind, but their hold was slipping rapidly. He would be lying if he hadn't entertained flickers of fantasy every now and again, brief flashes of thoughts that he shoved down out of fear, insecurity, and the rigors of indoctrination. And now the chance to bring them to life was before him. Any argument of rape was out of the question, too. Toothless was no dumb beast; he was an intelligent creature, the equal of any human, and he was offering himself, willingly, to help him, to comfort him, to ease his strain. If that was true, then what was the harm, truly? And out so far from Berk, beyond the sight of any other soul, what was the risk?

At last, he came a decision, heaving a soft sigh. “I still don't totally know about this, bud," he admitted nervously, reaching to rub the back of his head. “This is pretty… extreme." He heard a faint whimper as Toothless wilted, his eyes radiating heartbreak and sadness, but he quickly offered the dragon a gentle reassuring smile, before taking a step closer, reaching to gently run his hand along his tail. “But if I was going to try this with any dragon… I can't think of any I would want any more than you."

Toothless' ears perked up again, his eyes glimmering with hope. 'Does that mean…' he began, feeling a shiver of excitement race along his spine. Hoping that he was reading his rider's intentions correctly, terrified that he was wrong.

Hiccup gave a gentle nod as he sensed the question, even if he could not quite understand it. “You're my best friend, bud. My best friend…" He blushed gently. “And… I love you. You're like a brother to me, more than that even. So… if you really want to do this with me, then I'd be honored… Taking our friendship to the next level."

Hearing that, Toothless' ears perked up happily, quivering with joy as he trilled softly in answer. Why Hiccup was so nervous, he couldn't quite grasp; the rigid social stigmas and notions of propriety that bound human society didn't exist to dragons. To them, pleasure was pleasure, and attachment was attachment. And while mating for procreation was certainly a concept they understood, to them sexuality was not defined by gender or need to reproduce. In a society where materialism was largely nonexistent, sex and closeness were the means by which affection were shown, and Hiccup meant more to Toothless than any other being alive. Overjoyed by the consent of his friend, he slowly turned about once more, his feet prancing slightly in delight as he moved to nuzzle at the human tenderly.

Chuckling softly at his friend's reaction, Hiccup gently stroked over the dragon's sleek and noble head, fingers dancing along the nubs and flaps that lined it as he bent down to rest his forehead against those sleek scales. Feeling their warmth beneath him, and the vibrations of his happy purrs. Emboldened by Toothless' excitement, the young man decided to take initiative, and he subtly shifted his head to plant a gentle, loving kiss on the great dragon's forehead, feeling as Toothless froze for just a moment, before his purrs began again, louder than ever. He could feel the warm breath of the dragon wash over his bare skin as Toothless basked in the attention, the Night Fury's nostrils flaring gently as he inhaled, drawing in the warm, sweaty musk of his friend. The feeling of those heated gusts teasing over his nethers sent a faint shiver to race up the youth's spine as he tenderly rubbed over the scaly chin, smiling down at the Fury.

Toothless' eyes sparkled happily as they looked up into his friend's face, before an idea crossed his mind. Giving an imploring little coo, he slowly and carefully reared up, his forelegs reaching out, one paw gently curling around Hiccup's back while the other rested against his thigh, carefully using his weight to urge Hiccup back against a nearby tree. The youth obliged, curious as to what his friend was planning, coming to rest against the smooth bark as Toothless leaned in close. Thinking back to what he had witnessed between Hiccup and Astrid before, the dragon moved to press his scaly lips against the soft smooth ones of his human, attempting to mirror the sort of affectionate kisses he had seen exchanged many times.

To his chagrin, he found that the limits of his reptilian anatomy prevented him from properly puckering, and he was about to whimper in disappointment, but he was caught off-guard when he felt Hiccup's hands move up to gently cup around his own shoulder and head, holding him steady as the boy leaned into him… His own lips melding to his own, parting a bit, and he found his scales flushing slightly when a soft, warm, moist lick ran over his muzzle. A sweet little moan left him as his eyes fluttered, and his lips parted in answer, forked tongue moving to gently caress over the smaller muscle of his rider, and now his lover. They met, twining about, human and dragon exchanging a gentle, loving kiss beneath the trees, breath against breath, body to body.

Though it wasn't the most graceful of actions, the affection between the two more than made up for it, and Toothless was a fast learner. THough his lips might not have been able to purse properly, he could subtly part them right at the front, and Hiccup soon moved to answer by letting his own match. The taboo touch made them both tremble, Hiccup all the moreso as he once again thought of just what he was doing, but the love he felt for his dragon was drowning out any objections. He could feel the trembles of bliss that ran through the Night Fury, feel them mirrored in himself, and he couldn't deny them.

After several moments of tender, loving kisses, the two lovers parted ways, a thick trail of saliva linking them for a moment before it snapped. Toothless gazed into the face of his rider with adoration and loyalty as his tail swayed behind him, and Hiccup's flushed cheeks were broken by a breathless and happy smile. The air around them felt warm and thick, and Toothless' nose was tingling now as the subtle hints of arousal he had picked up on earlier had grown into a dense and heady cloud that hung about them, flooding his senses now with each inhalation as he began to breathe more deeply, a craving building in him.

The sniffs of the Fury weren't lost on Hiccup, and his face turned a bit redder as he realized what the dragon was breathing in, reaching to rub the back of his head self-consciously. “Sorry, bud… I-I know I should have washed up earlier," he offered meekly.

But to his surprise, Toothless' answer was a sudden grunt as he firmly shook his head, before that scaly muzzle pressed to his chest, another warm rush of air cascading over his body. 'Hell, no!' the dragon gushed out, before catching himself with an embarrassed little grumble, looking up meekly into the human's face. 'I don't mind it… at all…' he admitted softly, gently stroking his nose over his rider. 'You smell… nice. Really nice…' Even as he spoke, he could feel as his scales grew a mite damp, sweat from the human's body rubbing off onto them.

The confession caught Hiccup off-guard, able to grasp what Toothless was saying, and he coughed awkwardly, but even so he could feel his loins stir a little more. “Y-You really don't mind it?" he pressed, not wanting the dragon to expose himself to something he didn't want, but at the same time finding himself quite guiltily excited by the prospect of Toothless actually enjoying his scent. Astrid was usually rather picky about hygiene, after all. Upon seeing the dragon give an affirmative shake of his head, he swallowed nervously. He shouldn't have been surprised, he realized, seeing as how dragons had such sharp senses, and smell was so important to them. But now a whole new line of thoughts was running through his head.

Taking a deep breath, Hiccup decided to take a chance, and Toothless paused as he felt the human shift a bit under him. Pulling his muzzle back, only to flush under his scales as he saw his human had spread his legs subtly, baring his body more openly. The Night Fury's eyes widened as he saw the sleek frame of the human on display, and more importantly the shimmering layer of sweat that seemed to gild the pale flesh, the scent of it swirling in his mind. “Well then… Maybe you'd like to have more?" he heard Hiccup offer, his voice trembling a bit out of nervousness and excitement combined.

The question made Toothless tremble, his eyes widening in delight at the prospect as he gave an eager, almost comical bob of his head. The sight almost made Hiccup chuckle, but it was cut off as the dragon didn't leave him any chance to retract his offer, that broad muzzle diving in towards him. He gasped as those scales suddenly pressed to his belly, right in against the beginnings of a thicker patch of hair there, what would grow into a happy trail years down the road, but for now was still only a faint darker strip against his pale skin. The sensation made him stiffen for just a moment, before the heat of the dragon's breath washed over him like a relaxing wave, the gentle nuzzling motions making his skin tingle as he moaned out shakily, a hand moving to gently rub over the dragon's snout.

“Oh wow," he murmured out airily, amazed by just how wonderful that touch felt. Hiccup's scales were both sleek and textured, their subtle bumps gliding over him in such a tantalizing way. The eagerness of his friend made his face flush as he heard more deep breaths being eagerly drawn in, practically sucked in through flaring nostrils as Toothless bathed his lungs and senses now with his scent. “Y-You must really like that," he remarked sheepishly, looking down to see Toothless' eyes shining back up at him, the bliss reflected there his unspoken answer, before suddenly he gasped as he felt the thick, wet heat of the fury's forked tongue slipping free to press against him, teasing at his soft, subtly-haired skin.

“Gods!" he moaned, his fingers curling a bit as he felt that taboo touch, that slow, deliberate lick. Below, he could hear as Toothless' purrs hiked up sharply, the Fury's chest thrumming as he gave an appreciative murmur of his own. The dragon's tongue savored the feel of his human's soft hide, the subtle tickle of his building hair against it, and far more potent, powerful, and delightful, the salty, earthy, delicious essence that coated every taste bud, making him want to swoon right then and there. That one lick soon became two, then three, then five, and soon the Fury was eagerly, yet carefully and diligently grooming over his lover's midsection, working his tongue lower little by little, replacing salty sweat with slick saliva.

Hiccup just leaned back, allowing his dragon to work. He had never thought that something as seemingly basic as a tongue bath could be so incredibly arousing, but every pass of that forked muscle over his body sent another thrill racing through him. He could feel one wetness being replaced with another, the cooling air of evening making that moistness all the more apparent. As Toothless neared the prize, however, he bit his lip as his attention was drawn to the now quite apparent arousal he sported, his cock now fully hard, bobbing subtly in time with his heartbeat.

Toothless could feel the heat that radiated from his lover's groin, and the scent that filled his nose was stronger than ever now, making his thoughts hazy. As his muzzle felt the building thickness of that once-sparse hair transitioning into a proper bush, he shuddered in delight, finding that those fibers had served to soak up the essence of his rider, providing him with more to enjoy and revel in. As he felt his chin and snout being rapidly dampened from the contact, he gave a happy little trill, moving to divert his attention there first, soon burying his nostrils into that little forest, moaning out as his mind seemed to burst. The hormones of his lover flooding his senses as his toes and tail curled, tongue moving to swirl through them, feeling the tell-tale firmness against his chin.

“T-Toothless," Hiccup whimpered out, his chest shuddering as he felt his thickening arousal prodding those smooth scales. The sensation of those warm huffs as the dragon nuzzled in against his crotch sent thrills of taboo excitement racing up and down his spine, and the toes of his one intact foot twitched and flexed a bit as his hand shakily rubbed over the bridge of Toothless' snout.

The sound of his rider's voice made the Fury's ears perk up, quivering as they drank in the sweet sound that he had come to know so well. But now it was different… trembling with barely-contained emotions and urges that were still new to both of them. He looked up into his beloved human's face, seeing those youthful freckled cheeks now flushed red. Though he knew that many of Hiccup's own kind considered him scrawny or unimpressive, the dragon couldn't help but feel like he was the handsomest human he had ever seen; something about the soft nature of that face was just so attractive to him, and it made his heart flutter every time he saw Hiccup smile.

'You like it?' he purred softly, letting the warmth of his breath ruffle the soft curly hair teasing at his nostrils, sending more of the boy's scent to rise up into them. Even though Hiccup was still young, his masculinity was already coming into its own, and the rich musk that flooded his sensitive nose was proof of that. He saw Hiccup nod in answer as he bit his lip gently, and the sight set the dragon's tail to swaying in happiness, glad that the Viking was enjoying his attentions as much as he seemed.

'I'm glad,' he admitted, lifting a paw slowly, and he felt Hiccup stiffen up with a gasp as he brushed it teasingly against the inside of his thigh. 'Because I'm loving this…' His purrs were growing in volume now as he inhaled deeply, feeling the heady warmth of that teenage hormonal cocktail spreading through his sinuses and lungs, bathing them in the essence of his human. It took him a few moments to realize that he had begun to pant with building eagerness, his tongue hanging out a bit as he felt a giddy sort of daze settle over him, almost like a drug. His face flushed a bit as he realized just how acutely that human musk was affecting him; he was reacting to the youth like a heated hen would to the scent of an alpha. But somehow, rather than feel wrong or disconcerting, it all seemed… natural. In fact, more than that, it was actually quite enjoyable! Emboldened by the realization, and eager to explore more, he rumbled deeply, his tail swishing more openly now as he finally nosed his way down past that curly little bush, his forked tongue slipping free and making to press at the base of the boy's uncut hardness.

Hiccup's hands gently ran over the dragon's head as the warm, slimy muscle continued its exploration of his groin, the taboo touch sending shivers and chills to dance along his spine. He knew what they were doing was against every custom and moral he'd been raised to hold dear; he could only imagine the shock and horror that his father would have felt if he saw what he was doing! But the longer they went, the less it mattered. It wasn't the first time he had shattered the accepted norms of society, and he was fairly certain it wouldn't be the last. 'What am I becoming?' he thought to himself. 'And how much farther will this end up going?' A part of him was nervous, fearing that once he started down this road there would be no going back… But then another part of him leapt at the thought, eager to find out just where it would end up taking him.

In the end, however, it wasn't really his thoughts that came to a decision so much as his body. The feeling of the Night Fury's supple forked tongue against him was too good to ignore, and low moans began to filter from between his lips as he felt it playing over him, the twin tips making use of their flexibility to tease and prod gently around him. The sensation was quickly having the desired effect, and he flushed as he felt the blood beginning to rush down, his uncut shaft starting to swell and harden against Toothless' tongue. Sweat was beading up anew on his brow and arms as he felt his temperature rising, heart thumping in his chest from the forbidden excitement that was building between him and his dragon.

A few drops fell to splash over the scale-studded bridge of Toothless' snout, but the dragon didn't even flinch as he felt the faint plips against his hide. It only added to the growing allure of his human, his rider, his friend and brother, and now lover. His muzzle pressed in more firmly, nostrils huffing streams of warm air into the soft mat of hair crowing the object of his attentions, bathing his senses in the rich teenage musk more deeply. Lifting a paw, he gently placed it against Hiccup's thigh, giving it a subtle nudge, and Hiccup obliged wordlessly, biting his lip as he slowly shuffled his legs a bit wider, allowing that broad muzzle better access. As he did so, he bared more of his inner thighs, and Toothless rumbled happily as his toes felt the subtle dampness there.

'Why you humans take such importance on scrubbing yourselves, I'll never understand,' he murmured. 'I like you much better like this… Natural, not smelling of that funny foamy stuff…' He rumbled deeply, leaning in closer now. His licks were growing more purposeful now as he felt the human's length nearing its full hardness, eyes appraising it eagerly. He had to admit, Hiccup was far more impressive than the rest of his appearance would suggest, a decent length complimented by decent girth. The shape was quite eye-catching as well; not nearly as elaborate or accessorized as a dragon's, but subtly curved, and his foreskin had drawn back to reveal a distinctive rounded head. He could see the veins pulsing subtly, the shaft twitching in time with the youth's heartbeat, and the smooth skin glistened faintly, damp with sweat like the rest of his body and now also by the clear beads of growing arousal that were beginning to seep from that tip.

'Wow…' the dragon exhaled, his eyes drinking in every detail. 'I can see why Astrid makes so much noise…'

The remark made Hiccup's cheeks burn red, but any reply he might have had was lost as he felt Toothless move to press his muzzle against the side of his flesh, that hot breath now bathing his damp meat. The touch of warm, textured hide against his most intimate place was electrifying. And as if it wasn't enough, the dragon's tongue soon joined the party once again, sliding from between his lips and questing forth. The flexible, slimy muscle stroked along the underside of his hardness, wrapping around tenderly as the forked tips splayed out. “Oh gods," he gasped out, his legs shaking, threatening to give. “Y-Your tongue… I-It's so warm…"

Toothless purred happily in answer, making that muscle vibrate against that sensitive cock as his tail swayed back and forth behind him. He seemed quite pleased with himself and the effect he was having, pleased and proud of the pleasure he was clearly giving. His gem-like eyes turned up to look into the blushing face of his rider, giving a slow, meaningful blink even as he felt his own cheeks flush. Now that his tongue was actively against the highlight of Hiccup's manhood, the tastes he was getting before were stronger than ever. Salty and earth, musky and heady, and unmistakably male, the strength of it was almost an assault on his sense of taste. It was completely new, unlike anything he had ever encountered before. The saltiness reminded him subtly of fish, yes, and it was a comparison he certainly wasn't complaining about, but there was so much more to it. The longer his slick tongue drew itself against the damp flesh, the more of that taste it was subjected to. And… the more he found himself enjoying it, savoring it… even beginning to crave it.

Hiccup shifted a bit suddenly, adjusting his stance to try and compensate for the shaking that had taken hold of his legs. As he did so, movement between them caught Toothless' eye, and he turned his gaze back and down to the source. Instantly, he found himself transfixed by the full, rounded sac that hung just below the length he was currently slobbering over. Though he had already admired it at the start of their tryst, his building lust and desire for the human was like a filter had been lifted, giving him a new level of adoration for the uniqueness of his body. Dragons had no external genitals; everything was kept inside, reducing drag in flight. Hiccup's human anatomy only continued to transfix and infatuate him, so different from his own, so exciting and arousing as such. Even through the wrinkled skin he could make out the clear outlines of the youth's orbs, twin rounded masses that subtly shifted back and forth against each other.

The motion was hypnotizing, and Toothless found himself following every little sway and jostle. So enraptured he had become that he didn't even notice he had begun to drift. It wasn't until he felt his nose come to bump gently against them that his eyes widened, his ears flushing as he realized he had been drawn in against them, moving as if hypnotized. He felt Hiccup stiffen over him at the contact, and he gave a soft little whimper, looking up at his beloved rider, hoping that he hadn't broken the mood. But to his relief, he saw a shy yet heartfelt smile on the young Viking's blushing face, and he suddenly felt a familiar comforting hand come to rest on the bridge of his snout, giving it a gentle rub.

“Mmmph… F-Finding something interesting there, bud?" Hiccup asked, trying his best to sound confident and sexy, or at least what he imagined that would sound like, though with his voice trembling it was a massive failure by most standards.

Fortunately, to the dragon's biased ears, it was like an erotic symphony, and he felt his wings give a little quiver from the sound. His cheeks were starting to glow a bit under his scales, and he found himself glad of their deep ebony shade; it would make it harder to see. He gave a sheepish nod, which sent a little shudder racing down his back as it drew his snout along that warm, musk-damp sac. 'Y-Yea…' he admitted sheepishly, panting softly through his nose, which only drew in snoutfulls of deep, earthen nutmusk. 'I-I don't have these… They're… really nice…'

Hiccup couldn't help but smile at how meek and shy Toothless sounded. It was strangely comforting to know that he wasn't the only one a little bit unsure about the situation; it took away the urge to try and perform or impress. 'We're both learning here,' he reasoned, as he slowly ran his fingers along the warm hide of the dragon. “Well, I'm glad you like 'em," he said gently, drawing another purr from the Fury's scaly chest.

'Mmm, I do… Very much…' Toothless smiled himself, leaning a bit more in against the warm firm balls. The scent coating them surrounded him, flooding his nostrils with pure, unfiltered human musk even as he felt the dampness of hormone-laden sweat rub off against his scales. He didn't know if the scent would take on his hide, carried around afterwards, and the thought made him blush a bit. Not only from the possibility, but because he found himself actually quite liking the idea. It was more than just his enjoyment of the smell itself; scent was a very important thing to dragons, and to bear another's smell in such a way was essentially a claim, akin to an engagement band among humans.

'If I'm to wear any male's mark,' he thought to himself, 'then I'm glad it's his.' The thought made his heart flutter a bit as he parted his lips again, once more releasing his tongue from its confines. He was anxious to find out how those balls would feel against it, taste on it… And as the forked ends came in contact, he wasn't disappointed. The wrinkled skin was pleasantly supple and soft, while the orbs within were distinctly firm, providing a unique contrast that was instantly captivating. And the flavor… It was like the musky film that had coated Hiccup's cock had been given a new level of depth and richness, an earthy, salty, musty fog that overwhelmed and commanded, making him shiver and whimper as he felt it beat down against him.

His mind was starting to grow hazy, thoughts buried and subjugated by the growing amounts of youthful hormones that he had willingly imbibed. He could feel it; the masculine markers of his youthful rider were having an effect on him that went deeper than just a brief high. Something in him was shifting, adapting, conforming… As if there were locked doors and corners of his consciousness that he had never before been aware of, and now suddenly the musk, the aura, the sensations and situation had provided the keys to unlock aspects and changes he had been utterly unprepared for. The realization was almost frightening, the understanding that if he didn't pull himself back soon, he might lose the ability to. He was still unsure of exactly where things were heading towards, and what ultimate effects might befall him.

'I don't care,' he suddenly asserted to himself. 'Whatever it is… Whatever this is, I don't care. This feels… right. Being here, with him, like this…' He shuddered as he drew in another deep breath, his nose nuzzling right at the divot between shaft and sac, a hollow where the scents from both seemed to have collected and melded, fermenting together into a single potent cocktail. A drug… one that he was now willingly huffing into his lungs, accepting, indulging, luxuriating in. He could feel it, working into his mind, driving him mad in ways he had never known were possible. A craving building in him, working towards an addiction. 'If this means I'll end up hooked on this… then that's a price I'm more than willing to pay.'

It was like the admission was the final key. Something clicked in him then, and in an instant his misgivings and worries vanished like tendrils of mist before the wings of a Timberjack. The shyness vanished, and he gave a deep shuddering moan, unhindered and unchecked, making Hiccup shiver at the deep, primal passion that reverberated in his ears. That tongue pressed in again, and this time the Viking's chest heaved as he felt that warm, slimy muscle curl itself around him, supple slippery flesh enveloping and bathing over his damp nuts, lifting them as forked tips swirled independently, tracing over the contours of the orbs within!

“Odin take me," he gasped out, feeling his head spinning a bit as he forgot to reinflate his lungs for a moment. That purposeful motion had felt amazing. It wasn't a lick, either, no careful, testing maneuver. It was a full-on slurp, and the wet sound of flesh on flesh rang in his ears as he rode out the subtle roughness dragging itself along him. Both hands were now on the dragon's head, both rubbing affectionately and bracing against to keep himself from losing his balance as his knees quavered.

Toothless took his time, slowly dragging along, stroking his slippery tongue along every square millimeter of that human sac in an almost reverent motion. He loved the way those balls shifted and rolled within their confines, their firmness and smooth, round contours incredibly alluring, especially to the forks of his tongue. He delighted in drawing them around, exploring and tracing through the thin barrier, and he took careful note of Hiccup's reactions, the way the Viking twitched and shuddered and panted and groaned over him. As he finished his slow, careful slurp, he let those full nuts weigh down his tongue a little, before finally flicking it up, the twin ends swinging Hiccup's balls upwards for a moment before their weight dragged them down again to sway between his legs, making the youth gasp at the feeling. The way they swung was like a lure for the dragon, and he wasted no time in repeating the motion, another wet, lewd pass following, and another, practically bathing Hiccup's hefty nuts now. Replacing salty sweat with slick saliva as Hiccup trembled and moaned out overhead.

After several more powerful slobbering slurps, an urge for more overtook Toothless, and he slowly pulled back a bit. His eyes sized up his rider's jewels, taking stock of their fullness and girth, licking his lips slowly, almost hungrily. The sight sent a tremble down Hiccup's spine, and he felt his mouth go dry as he watched the dragon slowly part his lips, looking up at him with a lustful desire in his eyes. With a quiet 'schlick' he saw the Night Fury's sharp teeth retract smoothly, sliding back out of sight to leave only soft, smooth gums and a warm maw dripping with slick draconic drool. After a moment, Toothless gave a lusty, teasing wink, and Hiccup's eyes widened as he saw that tongue curl free once more, but this time the dragon kept his maw wide open as he bent in.

“T-Toothless," the Viking stammered out, “y-you aren't actually going to… Oh shit…" Before he could finish the question, it was answered for him. That supple tongue swept up underneath his hanging orbs, deftly cradling them with the flexible tips, before curling to draw them up and in. Hiccup could only watch with wide eyes as that dextrous muscle drew his balls along, the steamy heat enveloping them even before the scaly maw closed, feeling the hot, humid breath washing over his sensitive sac. The sensation was incredible… and then Toothless pressed himself forward that final distance, and his lips sealed tight around their prize.

“Fuck!" Hiccup cursed, his back arching as he felt like his entire sac had just been dunked into a sauna! The wetness and heat of his dragon's muzzle was almost overwhelming, swampy and steamy around his sensitive orbs, the subtle flex of the tongue cradling them like some lewd, massaging cushion. His hands trembled, running shakily over the scaly snout as he tried his best to brace against the tree trunk, only for another yelp to leave him as Toothless gave an experimental suck, his lips tightening as his maw rippled and tongue flexed, jostling him around inside. He nearly collapsed from the surge of pleasure, panting as he hunched over his dragon, looking down with burning cheeks as he watched the beast's muzzle twitch and flex, feeling as that tongue began to go to work again. A slow, intricate, luxurious dance that began to swirl his trembling nuts around in that sloppy, steaming muzzle.

“Thor Almighty…" he gasped out, his chest heaving as his entire face burned red, body almost steaming itself from how hot he felt. “Bud, your mouth… Gods, it's so… So amazing…" He bit his lip, shivering as Toothless looked up with those big green eyes, a happy little purr rising in his chest. The vibrations rumbled all around his oversensitive balls, and he sucked in a sharp gasp, his head jerking up as his eyes rolled back, biting his lip as his entire sac was jostled about, the constant thrum leaving him shuddering helplessly, his hands shakily patting over the sleek hide. “Shit… Astrid never goes down on me like this…"

Toothless only purred louder at the admission, feeling quite pleased with himself; while he had no intentions of muscling Astrid out, the knowledge that he could surpass her in some ways gave him a thrill of pride. His tail swished over the ground in delight as he let himself sink further into the moment, gleefully inhaling deeply through his nose as his tongue began to swirl more openly, stirring Hiccup's wonderful musky nuts about in the sopping-wet steam bath that was his maw while the earthy cologne of the Viking's groin utterly subjugated every other smell.

Everything seemed magnified now, every sense and sensation dialed up beyond max. The feeling of Hiccup's fingers dancing over his head seemed to spark against his scales, making his toes curl against the turf. The little huffs and moans from his rider were the most glorious sounds to ever grace his ears, a symphony that spoke to the pleasure he was giving his beloved human. He leaned up into the strokes, delighting in the contact, making Hiccup shudder as he felt the warm hide press more firmly against the underside of his now steel-hard cock. The firmness felt delightful to the dragon, weighing a bit on his snout, feeling the warm slimy film coating it transferring itself to his scales, adding to the scent-mark he was certain he now bore.

A sudden pat on his head broke the trance, though, and he froze for a moment, looking up with a quizzical chirp muffled around his delightful muzzleful. Hiccup was looking back down at him, biting his lip as his cheeks were tinged a bit purple, eyes flitting nervously. “H-Hey, bud…" he shuddered out. “A-As nice as that feels, I-I need to pause a moment…" The dragon wilted a bit, pulling back regretfully, feeling a sense of horrid emptiness as he slowly, begrudgingly allowed Hiccup's swollen sac to slip from between his lips.

'Was… Was I not doing a good job?' he asked, his voice openly miserable and downtrodden. He felt guilty now; had he been mistaking Hiccup's moans for ones of discomfort instead of enjoyment? Had he pushed things too far, ruined the special moment between them? He would never be able to live with himself if he had crossed a line…

“No, no!" Hiccup gushed, the urgent sincerity in his voice soothing Toothless' fears as his hands quickly returned, rubbing gently behind the floppy dragon ears. “You were, bud! A very good job, amazing even!" Even as he assuaged the dragon's worries, he felt his face burning a bit. 'I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be complimenting my dragon on his blowjob skills. How much stranger can my life get?' “It's just… Well, I kind of need to…" He blushed, biting his lip. “Take a leak, you know?"

Toothless' ears tilted quizzically for a moment, trying to remember. He'd heard that expression before, though he had a hard time keeping track; humans had so many strange sayings for things, it got confusing sometimes. Why couldn't they just say what they meant? But it only took a few seconds for him to recall exactly what Hiccup always did right after using that particular phrase… Instantly his cheeks darkened as understanding glimmered in his eyes, nodding sheepishly up at his human. Seeing the click, Hiccup gave an apologetic smile. “Yea, so I just need a- Hey!"

The yelp came as Toothless suddenly pressed to him again, that muzzle prodding right in against his raging erection, scaled lips to his head as that tongue was suddenly on him, fork parting to wrap around the base of his tip in a lewd, slimy embrace. “T-Toothless, come on! I really have to take care of this before we can-"

'You can,' the dragon's soft, purring voice suddenly filled his ears, cutting off his protests. His eyes widened as he saw Toothless' own looking up at him, seeming embarrassed by his own thought process, but determined nonetheless. 'If you need to go, then go… But please, don't take this away from me yet…' To the human's shock, he heard the dragon give a soft whimper, quiet, but the need and desperation was deafening to his ears. 'You smell so good… Taste so good… And I feel so close to you right now. So… if you really wanted to…' He whined again, pulling back and moving to sheepishly lower himself, tilting his head back. 'You can always… go on me…'

For a moment, that suggestion seemed to hang suspended in the air, and Hiccup's eyes widened as his jaw dropped. Had he really heard correctly? His dragon wanted him to… The thought seemed too ridiculous to be real. But then… so had everything else up to that point. “T-Toothless, are you sure?" he asked, wanting to be certain of the dragon's intentions. “I mean… wouldn't that be like… I don't know, marking you? I suppose we could wash it off after, but…"

'There's no need for that,' the Night Fury purred, and now the shyness was fading again, replaced by unbridled lust. As Hiccup watched, Toothless slowly ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes gleaming with a new hunger. 'I already got hints of what's to come on you, and if the real thing is anything like it…' His purrs grew louder, before his jaw slowly dropped open, and Hiccup felt his heart skip a beat. His dragon's maw was laid out before him, wide and open and bare, teeth retracted and tongue held flat like a welcome mat… or a target. 'I'll happily wear it as long as I can…'

Even though he was still reeling, the teen had to admit… the thought appealed to him. It was, in all honesty, one of his more eccentric fetishes, but one he had never thought to raise with Astrid. If his dragon was willing to indulge in his more lurid fantasies, he decided, then he would be a fool to turn down the chance. A smile sprouted on his face, and this time Toothless felt a shiver run down his spine as, for the first time, a proper note of the same lustful desire he himself was feeling appeared on his human's expression. “Mmmm, well if you're that eager for it… Then stay nice and still for me bud." He slowly moved his hand to take a hold of his base, his heart speeding up a bit at the thought of what he was about to do. “I hope you're thirsty, though. I think this'll be a big one."

Toothless shuddered at the warning, though out of delight rather than worry as his tail curled and swished about. 'That sounds just fine by me,' he purred out, eyes clouded with growing desire, amazing both of them with his newfound dirty side. 'You'll need a lot if you really want to mark me well…' As if to further egg his rider on, he gave him a slow, purposeful wink, subtly arching his back to provide more of a target.

Hiccup's face heated up more at the display, wondering how Toothless kept finding a way to turn things back around on him. But the pressure was now at its peak, and with an opportunity to release it, it wouldn't be denied. He shuddered, a sharp gasp leaving him as he felt the dam suddenly give, and his knees shook as the glorious feeling that could only come with beginning a long-overdue piss overtook him. His shaft pulsed in his fingers, before a stream of steaming, yellow liquid musk started to gush free of his tip.

Toothless had barely enough warning from seeing Hiccup's slit open up to steady himself before he caught the jet squarely in his open mouth. Instantly his tongue, already awakened and sensitive from the pheromones it had already gotten, was utterly assaulted by the overwhelming potency of human piss. Sharp, pungent, and slightly acrid, it nearly made him flinch back from the strength of it, and indeed he did start from the suddenness of it. But as the unfiltered raw hormonal cocktail bathed his taste buds, it set off sparks in his brain. He was being marked… The sensation was so delightfully dirty, and after the initial shock, he found that the taste of it was exciting and even delighting him! The heat of it, steaming in his maw, was pure bliss, and the way it made his tongue tingle with the potency sent shivers racing through him.

He didn't swallow, not right away. The feeling of that hot, salty urine pooling up in his maw was too good to resist, and he purred softly, sending ripples across the growing pool. With his lips wide open, Hiccup could see his own liquid mark filling his dragon's mouth at a decent pace, and he moaned out with a heated blush, biting his lip as the purrs filled his ears. “O-Oh gods…" he panted. “I-I'm… I'm pissing in my dragon… A-And he's liking it?!" The thought was almost too lewd, too extreme for him to believe. But Toothless was quick to answer, his purrs increasing as he gave a subtle nod of his head, not wanting to spill.

Feeling the pool threatening to overflow, the dragon finally relented, relaxing his throat. Rather than swallowing properly, he simply allowed it to flow down, shuddering as the filthy flood rushed down his gullet, spreading the flavor deeper. He could see Hiccup's eyes widen at the sight, and he gave him a wink in answer. “H-Holy shit, Toothless… D-Drinking my…" He swallowed. “M-My piss… S-Such a… dirty boy…" The teen blushed, before straightening up a little. “Y-You want more, huh, bud? Outside, too, maybe? Sort of a… golden shower, I guess?" The dragon's answer was an immediate nod, his eyes wide and pleading as he shuffled on his feet, not daring to move away lest any of that golden nectar spill to the ground.

Still shaking, reeling a bit from just how far and how filthy the evening had become, Hiccup found himself sporting a growing smirk on his face. Something about the whole experience, as bizarre as it was, was exciting him more and more. He had never realized how naughty his dragon could be, never even considered it, but now that he knew, it was awakening all sorts of desires and fantasies of his own that he had long kept buried. “Mmm, alright then," he murmured, a husky note rising in his voice. “Then let's get you hosed down, bud…"

He took a moment to adjust his hold on his cock, feeling it twitching and pulsing as it forced out the contents of his bladder. He was amazed at how much he had stored up, but in this case it worked to his favor! Toothless shut his muzzle, holding what was left inside, lowering his head in the process as Hiccup lifted his length, sending the golden rain to start splashing over the top of the dragon's snout. The steaming yellow liquid ran down the sleek scales, staining them at the same time, making the Night Fury shudder bodily. He could almost feel it as the smell of human urine began to take on his hide. The smell of it was burned into his nose, sharp and acrid and musky and male, and unlike what he'd taken and swallowed he knew he would not be able to get rid of the evidence so easily. Dragon scales could shed water, but somehow they seemed to absorb the musk that came with a marking.

'I smell like him now,' he thought to himself. 'I'm marked…' He knew he should feel some sort of adversity; they weren't the same species, and Hiccup had a female he was chasing! But maybe it was his devotion to the young man, or more likely the fact that he had gone for so long without really belonging anywhere or to anyone… Somehow, the knowledge that someone had laid claim to him in such a primal way caused a sense of fulfillment in him. His purring started up louder than before, and his eyes slid closed as he blissfully leaned into the steaming flow, arching his head to let it run down. He felt every scale that was kissed by the staining trails as they traced little rivers down his neck before pooling around his shoulders and seeping along his back, flowing down his sides to tickle their way over his chest.

It was hot, it was wet, it was lewd, and it was dirty. The sharp scent of piss tickled Hiccup's nose and burned into Toothless'. And they both were loving it. Somewhere in the back of Hiccup's mind, he had the had an instinctual sense of the very thing that had already struck Toothless; he was essentially marking his territory, a claim that other dragons would likely notice. The thought made his face flush, and he was grateful that humans were blind to such things.

His stream went on for a good while, and Toothless revelled in every second of it. In the growing chill of Berk's evening, Hiccup's urine steamed faintly, giving the dragon a hazy look in the fading light as his purrs filled both of their ears. Neither of them had expected to find such arousal from the act, but it was undeniable how much both had enjoyed it. As the flow finally began to ebb, Toothless gave a soft whine of disappointment, before quickly moving in, and Hiccup gasped as that maw suddenly opened up yet again, only to clamp down on his still-spurting cock.

Instantly Hiccup felt his mind nearly explode as his oversensitive length was treated to the same experience his swollen balls had been only a few minutes before. Steamy, slick, living heat wrapped around him from all directions, the broad pillow-like tongue curling around his shaft and hugging close. His hand fell away from his base as his body went limp momentarily from the overload, and Toothless merely took the opportunity to slide himself all the way down, moaning out as he felt the human foreskin shift along his tongue, pulling away to reveal the fullness of his head and the heady taste beneath. His nostrils quivered as the thick curly bush pressed against them, leaving both taste and scent subjugated by the musk of his human. The dragon could feel as that thick meat twitched and quivered against his muzzle, the last salty, pungent spurts of thick human piss flooding the back of his maw. He shivered, letting it pool there, slowly filling his mouth to add to the sauna-like wetness, just enjoying the feeling.

Hiccup was paralyzed, his entire body overloaded from the pleasure, chest shaking as his breaths came in ragged pants. He hadn't expected such an overwhelming surge of stimulus, and Toothless hadn't even- “Fuuuuck!" he groaned, back arching as the dragon finally sensed his river of liquid gold come to an end, taking it as his cue to swallow. The motion caused that slimy muzzle to tighten up around him, tongue flexing up to press him against the subtly-ribbed roof of his mouth, grinding his oversensitive glans right over those contours.

Toothless groaned as he felt the slick, staining load travel down his throat, slipping along to his waiting eager belly to join the mess already swimming there. He could almost feel it splash down, adding to the pool within his body, and it sent a shiver of delight through him. The shower he had received was soaking into his scales, staining and scenting them perfectly. But soon his attention was drawn back to his mouthful as he felt it give a powerful twitch, before a thick glob of salty, slimy preseed spread over his taste buds. His eyes snapped open as a brand-new type of musk sparked along his tongue, before he gave a low, keening moan, pressing himself in against his human rider more firmly. Grinding his nose into that bush with fervor as his tongue wrapped around that glorious veiny shaft. He felt like he was in love… With the musk, with that cock, and most of all, with his wonderful human.

Hiccup shivered over him, his mind racing to try and regain some control of himself, but his dragon wasn't making it easy! Every move, ever slurp, every vibrating purr subjected him to a fresh wave of sensation that threatened to batter it all down again! 'I-I just… used my dragon… like a chamber pot…' he thought to himself. 'I-I marked him… H-He drank it down… A-And now he's… Oh shit, he's sucking me off…' The thought still seemed almost too ridiculous to be true, but he would have been lying if he said it repulsed him. Quite the opposite… he knew that he would be eager to do it all again. And they hadn't even finished!

As Toothless' maw kept working him over, the dragon huffing in his musk even as that tongue eagerly worked to try and coax more of that slimy treat from him, he found an urge rising. At first he was worried to act on it; Astrid had always been adverse to taking such things beyond simple foreplay. But he quickly reminded himself that Toothless was not Astrid; his devoted attentions were proof of that. Swallowing to steel himself, he lifted his hands slowly, moving them towards the perked, floppy ears of the Night Fury.

Toothless was so engrossed in his amateur attempt at a blowjob that he failed to notice the motion until those fingers suddenly closed around his auricle flaps, causing him to freeze immediately! His green eyes, which had gone hazy with lust, cleared in a flash, and he looked up to Hiccup with a quizzical chirrup to see the teen looking back down with a shaky, nervous smile. “Th-That… That feels really good, bud," he panted out, making the dragon flush and purr, vibrating a bit more and causing the human to shiver. “I-In fact, it… Kinda makes me want to try something."

The Night Fury felt a strange thrill as he heard a growing desire in his rider's voice. Whatever it was, he had a feeling he was going to like it. His ears trembled in the human's embrace as he nuzzled faintly, wordlessly urging Hiccup to share what he was planning. The motion drew another little gasp from the teen, and he gulped as he fought to keep his voice from cracking. “I-If it's okay, bud, can I… Well, can I fuck your muzzle?" His cheeks flushed as he asked, embarrassed at how frank he had worded the question. “I-I've always wanted to see what it felt like… I've just never had a chance…"

Toothless felt a smug satisfaction at the admittance, his tail swaying behind him. 'Hmm, seems like Astrid can't satisfy all of his wants,' he realized. 'Good to know that I can…' The knowledge that he was able to give something that Hiccup's girlfriend could not made him feel quite proud of himself. He rumbled approvingly around his mouthful, letting his tongue's forked tips play more eagerly along the veiny cock, giving a slow nod. 'Mmm, go right ahead,' he purred out, trying to make his voice as seductive and irresistible as possible. Not easy to do when you were talking around a thick meaty length, but he managed quite well judging by the soft moan that came from Hiccup's lips as he heard his dragon's reply. 'Let it all go, Hiccup… Take my mouth just like you take your girl…'

Hiccup groaned, his face burning red as he bit his lip. For his dragon to tease him in such a dirty way was almost too much for him to take! “G-Gods, you are naughty, bud," he panted out. “If that's the way you want it." He shuddered, sweat dripping now like rain, drops of it adding to the mess he had already made of the Fury's hide. He shuffled his legs apart a bit, trying to get a better position to gain leverage, Toothless continuing to purr contentedly as he simply sat waiting. Those great chartreuse eyes imploring as his tongue continued to tease.

After a few moments, Hiccup tightened his grip on the dragon's floppy ears, sending a quiver of anticipation racing down both of their spines, before slowly easing Toothless' head back as his hips withdrew. The feeling of that forked tongue stroking along him with the motion made his knees shake, and he had to stifle another moan as he pulled back until only his tip was still inside. He paused for just a second, taking a breath to steady himself and settle his nerves, before smoothly thrusting back in.

He was greeted once more by that intense, humid heat as Toothless' tongue flexed under him, purrs vibrating along his cock the entire stroke as the dragon rumbled his approval. This time the groan couldn't be held back as the blissful sensation threatened again to overcome him. The subtle textures of the dragon's tongue felt incredible rubbing over him, even moreso when Toothless flexed that muscle to nudge him upwards, treating the upper surface to a similar experience courtesy of the roof of his muzzle. His hood shifted across his head as he hilted, adding to the experience, and he felt Toothless shiver just a little when his swollen orbs, still dripping with dragon saliva, came to clap gently against his chin.

It was so tempting to just stay buried in that blissful embrace, especially with the chill of evening building, but Hiccup only paused for an instant to steady himself. “Holy Hel, bud," he panted out, his voice a hoarse whisper as he pulled back again. “T-This feels… F-Fucking amazing…" He began to build up a rhythm, slow and measured at first, letting both of them grow accustomed to the new experience. Not that it was hard; they were both in heaven, each luxuriating in the pleasure brought by the other.

If anything, it was Hiccup who was having to adjust; Toothless was already in his own personal Valhalla. The feeling of Hiccup's cock rubbing and grinding through his muzzle was incredible, and he was enjoying it more than he had thought possible. It was such an exotic feeling; sleek and smooth, yet at the same time the subtle veins and folds of his flesh tickled and teased over his tongue in myriad ways that made each and every movement different and delightful. He moaned out eagerly, letting Hiccup set the pace as it freed his tongue up to begin lavishing its attentions over him in earnest, stroking and massaging that salty, meaty shaft with tender, purposeful strokes. Every time another sampling of his human's slimy pre oozed free, it was like a treat, one which he eagerly lapped up, allowing it to add to the slick, wet mess that his muzzle was becoming. He was drooling already, his mouth filling up rapidly, coating Hiccup's shaft in a fresh layer of dragon saliva.

The obvious enjoyment of his reptilian partner gave Hiccup a boost of confidence, and he let himself relax to fully enjoy the feeling of taking the Fury's warm maw. The way that tongue moved around him, never ceasing in its attentions and explorations, was divine. The forked tips hugging and stroking, prodding and massaging, all while the broad pad beyond pressed and ground against him, rolling his uncut head against the subtle textures. The dragon began to experiment as well, tilting his head subtly this way and that as his lips flexed, feeling as that girty length ran over the grooves where his teeth were tucked into, the feeling making him tremble involuntarily. All the while, his maw flexed and slurped, swallowing whenever the puddle of drool and pre grew too much for him to hold in, each time making Hiccup shudder from the sudden tightening around his sensitive meat. Despite the difficulties his reptilian anatomy posed, the dragon found that he could actually effect quite an effective sucking motion, and he loved the way it made that veiny cock jump and leak more heavily into his eager muzzle.

Hiccup's pace began to quicken as he lost himself in the sexual bliss of the taboo blowjob, feeling as his dripping sac rhythmically slapped against Toothless' scaly chin. Each thrust was accompanied by a soft 'plap' of weighty balls to smooth scales, making both of them gasp and shudder from the sensation. Sweat glistened over the teen's body as the warmth of arousal staved off the chill of the coming evening, salty droplets falling over the dragon's eagerly-slurping snout, adding to the mess that he had already made of the Night Fury. Toothless wasn't complaining; if anything, the feeling only made him happier, and his wings quivered happily as his tail thumped softly against the ground. The sounds, smells, and sensations washed over them both, lust and arousal flowing between them.

As Toothless felt his human begin to truly give into his impulses and thrust against him properly, his eyes gazed up lovingly into Hiccup's face. The taste of his lover's musky cock and salty, slimy pre had coated his entire maw, the slickness adding to what his own copious drool was providing, lubing him up to make it even easier for the teen to take his face like he would his girlfriend's pussy. The knowledge made them both blush, especially when he swallowed another sloppy mouthful, his tongue flexing and coiling around Hiccup's thick uncut length right as he was withdrawing. The strong taste of that head was instantly bathing his taste buds, stronger and mustier than the rest, and it made his toes curl as his eyelids fluttered.

“Oh gods, bud," Hiccup groaned deeply. “Th-This feels… s-so good… Amazing even…" His chest was heaving as his hips kept up their firm thrusts, and his legs trembled as Toothless purred out in answer. The vibrations travelled all along the length of his pulsing cock, treating it to another level of bliss as that tongue did another lewd, sloppy dance along him to spread the slick mess that coated the dragon's maw over his meat. He felt as the dragon began to subtly move his head in time with his thrusts, still tilting it around subtly to shift his uncut length around, stroking over his gums and pressing up against his palate in a lurid gallery of sensations that made his toes curl. Each time he plowed home, he felt his heavy balls swing up to slap firmly against that scaly chin as his pubic bush ground firmly against the dragon's flaring nostrils, and he felt the rush of warm air as Toothless practically huffed at his building sweaty musk.

It didn't take much longer for Hiccup to feel the telltale throbbing pressure building up in his loins, his heavy orbs pulling in closer to his body as they churned eagerly. His shaft began to pulse, twitching and pressing against Toothless' eager tongue as his flow of pre came thicker and faster. The slick mess of drool and salty sex slime was dribbling over Toothless' lips and running down his chin, which only made the slaps of his heavy balls more prominent.

“Oh shit," he groaned out, his hands tightening their grip on the Fury's ears as his thrusts began to grow more erratic. “I-I can't… take much more… Oh, fuck, bud, I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum... “ His face flushed as he looked down to see Toothless' eyes eagerly shining back up at him, wide and beseeching as that maw slurped ever more lewdly along him! 'I-I can't believe this… I'm about to blow a load into my dragon's mouth… After he's given me the best head of my life!'

Toothless didn't know exactly what it meant to 'cum,' but he could guess from the signs Hiccup's body was giving him. The growing desperation of his movements, the trembling in his voice, and the building sharp scent of lustful need all spoke volumes to him. His tail thumped ever more eagerly against the earth as he began to slurp even harder, starting to push himself forward firmly each time Hiccup pressed into him! 'Yrrshhh,' he groaned out around his meaty mouthful, his words garbled with his tongue occupied. 'Pplrsh, Hrrcurp… Glib mffeh mrr tlleat…' Even to his ears it was a barely-intelligible mumble, but both of them were too sex-drunk to care.

Hearing that sloppy, cock-gagged plea was enough to send Hiccup tipping over the edge he had been precariously skirting already. A loud groan of bliss filled Toothless' ears as the teen's hips became a blur, thrusting erratically and furiously against the scaly muzzle. His nuts slammed firmly against the dragon's chin as he lost himself to the feeling, before finally he gave a loud snarl of triumph! His hands tightened their grip to slam himself home, yanking Toothless into him to bury the dragon's nose into his groin, grinding and bucking against him as he felt the dam break!

Toothless' eyes snapped open as that cock throbbed madly against his tongue, before suddenly it seemed to explode in his mouth! He felt the head swell in preparation just before the first thick gush of sticky, slimy, viscous salty mess splattered into his maw. Instantly the heady, musty, salty taste overwhelmed him, and his eyes fluttered, rolling back in their sockets as his mind blanked out. The taste of virile Viking male completely swallowed hm, the strong smell backing into his sinuses to subjugate his sense of smell as well. His tongue squirmed about in the growing mess, feeling the gloopy strings of human seed spread along with it, smearing it over the cock from whence it had come along with the walls of his muzzle. It felt like the mess in his maw had grown threefold, and he blushed as he found himself needing to swallow to keep up!

Hiccup gasped and spasmed as he felt that maw tighten up on him in mid-spurt, forcing his seed from him in a powerful spurt that caught Toothless at the back of his throat, making the dragon splutter as he swallowed! “Fuck!!!" he groaned out, his vision blanking out as he bucked desperately against his best friend's muzzle. Every movement felt like lightning as Toothless' tongue ground against him, the dragon swallowing desperately to try and keep up as he unloaded himself into that slurping, suckling muzzle, and as he heard the loud gulps reach his ears, he groaned out deeply.

“Oh gods… You're swallowing… Drinking my cum…" He bit his lip, bucking again, sending another thick, gooey spurt right into Toothless' gullet to be funneled down immediately! “Astrid never… never does that… Oh, good dragon…" He shivered, his thumbs shakily rubbing at Toothless' ears even as his hips kept quivering, releasing more of his thick seed into that hungry muzzle. “Drink it all, boy…"

Toothless, as it turned out, was only too happy to obey. His forked tongue had wrapped firmly around him like a slimy serpent, tips embracing him desperately as the dragon kept up his suckling assault, stroking with that slimy muscle as if to actively milk him for his thick seed. The Fury had been a little nervous about how he would react to the feeling of someone peaking in his mouth, how he would feel about the taste… But the more slimy, sticky, clinging cum painted his tongue, the more he grew to love it! The way it stuck to everything it touched, smearing and sliming up the inside of his maw, filling every little crevice and cranny… He knew he would be tasting Hiccup for the rest of the evening if not longer, and he found himself loving the thought! His throat flexed eagerly, nursing on Hiccup's cock with need, one of his paws lifting to start kneading at the human's thigh to try and coax more of that slimy salty treat out for himself.

Hiccup shuddered helplessly, his hips bucking on impulse with every fresh shot as his orgasm stretched on for nearly a full minute. His thick, viscous spurts coated Toothless' mouth thickly, painting it a sticky, goopy white as the dragon continued to nurse desperately, swallowing down his salty slimy treat as his tongue kept up its milking motions throughout. The feeling of that warm muscle flexing and stroking around him helped to draw on the bliss of his orgasm, leaving his entire body tingling with endorphins. He couldn't believe how incredible it felt; Astrid had never really let herself get into any sort of oral play, and he knew deep down that he would always be looking forward to getting a repeat performance now.

Finally, his hips gave a final little buck, grinding Toothless' nose firmly into his base one last time, smearing a final coating of sweat from his bush onto the dragon's scales and into his nostrils. Toothless gave a little whimper as he felt the last dribbles of salty warm seed pool over his tongue and tease at his taste buds, knowing that his tasty treat was now over. As he felt Hiccup go limp under him, leaning back against the tree once again, he went along with him, not willing to release that warm, firm cock from his muzzle just yet. His tongue slowly swirled around that meaty veiny cock, at once smearing the hot mixed mess in his muzzle over it and cleaning it up again, stirring up the pool of drool, pre, and cum into a hot frothy cocktail that bathed his senses.

Hiccup shuddered and bit his lip, wincing a bit as the feelings covering his oversensitive length nearly passed the line from pleasant to painful, before giving a tug on Toothless' ears, urging him to back away as his hips pulled back slowly. He heard the dragon give a piteous whine, trying for a moment to resist, before giving up reluctantly and allowing himself to be guided, begrudgingly letting that tasty human member slip free from his lips. He kept them pressed in close, the tight seal dragging to clean up the sloppy layer coating it, leaving it shining and almost spotless in the cool night air.

As his head finally came free with a soft pop, leaving his thick but softening length to flop down under its own weight between his legs, he gave a shuddering sigh and patted Toothless' head tenderly. “Holy gods," he panted out. “That felt… fucking amazing, bud." He felt Toothless give him a hopeful nuzzle, making him stiffen up and gasp as those warm scales stroked his oversensitive length. “Astrid's… never let me do anything like that before… I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." He blushed, stroking over those sleek scales tenderly. “Did it… Did it taste good, bud?"

Toothless looked up to him in answer, and Hiccup felt his mouth go dry as he saw the dragon give him a slowl, sultry wink. His pitch-black scales were clearly marred by thick gloopy splashes of lewd mess, the pale creamy mix standing out in stark contrast against ebony. Without saying a word, the dragon simply kept purring, the pleased rumbles vibrating in Hiccup's ears, before slowly letting his forked tongue slide from between his lips. As the human watched, Toothless slowly drug the thick muscle over his lips, smearing that mess over them more evenly, before swirling back around to scoop it up and pull it back into his muzzle.

As his tongue withdrew, he slowly parted his mouth wide, and Hiccup felt his knees go weak as he got a full-on view of the inside of that wide maw that he had just been buried inside! The ruddy pink was now thickly washed in stringy messy white, gloopy strands stretched and dangling all over as a thick frothy pool sloshed inside. “Oh fuck," he breathed out, before biting his lip to stifle a moan as he watched Toothless slowly swirl his tongue inside, stirring it all up and spreading it more thickly, the dragon's eyes fluttering a bit as the heady mustiness clogged his senses anew.

Finally, he tipped his head back, and Hiccup couldn't hold in a groan as he heard a loud, wet gulp, seeing that entire maw flex, before suddenly the messy pool began to drain away, slipping and sliding its way down the dragon's thirsty gullet and slopping down into his throat, leaving behind a thick layer of messy white. Satisfied with his show, Toothless let his maw close with a smug smile, finishing up with a few loud, wet smacks of his lips before sitting up primly, looking quite pleased with himself. 'Mmm, does that answer your question?' he purred in satisfaction.

“Y-You… dirty boy," Hiccup panted out, failing to come up with anything else as a retort, the display he'd just witnessed threatening to send the blood rushing down again.

'Mmm, you know you loved it,' Toothless just teased back in answer, giving his human a happy wink. 'And… I know you needed that.' He blushed suddenly, before rearing up and planting his paws against the tree, leaning in to nuzzle Hiccup sweetly. He could feel some of the mess on his face rubbing off onto the human's soft skin, and he hoped that the boy wouldn't mind. 'I'm glad I could help you… And I'm so so glad that we did this. I feel so much closer to you now… Like our friendship just grew that much deeper.'

Hiccup blushed as he felt that stickiness on him, knowing he would have to be careful to wipe it off before they got back home. But in that moment, he didn't care. Toothless was right; he had enjoyed it, immensely so. Toothless had been such a generous and caring partner, and his willingness to help him with his needs had touched him deeply. He felt the same sort of growing closeness, a new level to the bond he shared with his dragon. Smiling, he lifted his hands up to stroke the beast's jawline, before giving him a gentle kiss right on those scaly lips. His cheeks flushing as he could taste himself, musty and salty, on the sleek hide. “I feel the same way, bud," he admitted.

Suddenly, he caught sight of the glimmer of stars in the growing gloom of the sky, and his eyes shot open as he gasped out. “Oh shit! The sun's long gone!" he realized. Toothless leapt back as the teen sprang towards the fire, quickly making to douse it and reach for his clothes! “Dad will be wondering where we are! We have to get back before he starts getting suspicious or sends out a party to find us!"

Toothless nodded, padding over to help make sure nothing was left, even as he felt a pang of regret. He had been hoping they could explore more with each other; what they had already done had opened his mind up to a great many possibilities in his mind. But he knew Hiccup was right; time was not their friend. He stifled a whimper of disappointment as his beloved human tugged his clothes back on, wishing he didn't have to conceal his body so often. Still, he had a feeling that this would not be the only time for them, and already he was trying to plan out a way to steal more opportunities to be alone with the teen.

As Hiccup tied the last fasteners tight, he hauled himself to his feet, patting Toothless gently. “Okay, bud," he said. “Let's go." Toothless nodded, but decided to get in one last tease… rather than just crouch low to let Hiccup clamber up, he lowered his front end first, hiking up his rear and letting his tail flag up.

Instantly, Hiccup's eyes widened as he was treated to a perfect view of the Fury's sleek, toned rump, the dragon's hips swaying subtly, thighs flexing as they spread. Beneath the thick base of Toothless' tail, he saw the sleek scales broken by a tight, round dimple of flesh, and his mouth felt like cotton wool as his tongue cleaved to his mouth, staring at his dragon's tight ass for a good several seconds before he managed to shake himself off. “O-Okay, bud," he grunted, trying to sound admonishing as he gave the scaly flank a soft slap, only to blush as the dragon moaned in answer, wiggling his rump. “Very funny… I can tell you're still playful, but we really have to go."

Toothless huffed softly, but he couldn't hide a satisfied grin as he knew his display had had the desired effect. Finally relenting, he lowered himself properly, letting the teen clamber up into his saddle, though not before he felt a distinct firmness prodding at his scales. As Hiccup hastily strapped himself in, Toothless took a moment to envision that hard cock one last time in his mind's eye, before a pat to his neck drew him back to the present.

“Let's go home, bud," Hiccup urged, and the dragon nodded in agreement, spreading his vast wings, shivering a bit as he felt the wind tickle over the damp membranes, freshly stained in his lover's mark. Pushing down the thoughts, he leapt skyward, flapping to gain height, before they spiraled off towards the village. Leaving a messy clearing scented and stained from their taboo tryst behind them.

When they arrived home, both were relieved that Stoick had only just begun to wonder where they had gone off to, and his suspicions had not been roused enough for him to press them. A simple story that they had gone on a brief exercise jaunt around the island was enough to satisfy the chief. And Toothless had taken a quick dive into the water, shocking them both with the cold and simultaneously washing away the worst of the smell, though the dragon knew that it still clung to his scales enough for his own kind to detect. Already he caught a few pointed glances from the other dragons of Berk, something that made him blush, yet simultaneously filled him with a sense of pride. After all, it was just a sign of how deep his friendship with his beloved human had grown.

And he knew deep down that their journey closer was only just beginning...

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Has Hiccup's need been slaked? How strong is Toothless' new addiction? Does Stoick snore when he sleeps? Stay tuned for the answers to these questions and many more!