Hique yelped when he felt a soft piece of cloth (silk?) wrap around his head, covering his eyes.

"Uh. What? I-" He spluttered uselessly.

"Relax," His lover comforted. "It'll be easier this way,"

He didn't understand how this would make it easier. Did he blind him so he could move more freely? He already couldn't see his husband so why was the blindfold necessary?

His husband grabbed his wrists and turned them over. Even though he was blinded, he still felt his lover's heated gaze roaming over his skin appreciatively.

His husband was, effectively, deciding where to start, which part of his body he should worship first. For the first time his beauty had permitted in forever, Hique felt the new sensation of self-consciousness.

"And when we're finished?" He finally blurted out his top worry. He'd heard rumors from his friends…

"Don't concern yourself with the future anymore. I'll definitely take care of you now," His husband brushed off his question like he was expecting it.

So… Was Hique really going to die?

He trembled under him and it wasn't because his lover's lips were teasingly grazing his freckled knuckles.

"Hm?" The God of Love hummed at the vibrations. "Still worried, love?" He finally laid his delicate first kiss on a waiting knuckle.

To be honest, he was terrified, but he wasn't going to let his husband know that, so he shook his head.

His lover paused for a moment before kissing the rest of his knuckles one by one. He turned his hand and laid a tender kiss on the center of his palm. His breath tickled Hique lightly. He kissed his wrist and his teeth nibbled lightly on the thin skin there in a way that it made Hique wonder if the monster they had him married to was a vampire.

It made sense, in a way; he wouldn't get out of the shadows and he certainly had a way with words. He was seductive, Hique knew this judging by the way his legs were trembling in anticipation and fear but he was also gentle. Was a cold vampire capable of that?

His touch, too, was too warm for a creature of the night, and his movements were slow and careful, like he was trying not to scare Hique.

Definitely not a vampire, he thought when the kisses ascended from his forearm to the inner side of his elbow and felt blunt teeth nipping at it.

The gentle ministrations sent warm tingles which felt like annoying and stubborn tiny little ants to his chest. He tried to ignore them.

When every nibble was tended to with a loving smooch, the monster's lips flew to his shoulder, but not before landing playful kisses along the path of skin of course.

If the God of Love had been wearing lipstick, you'd see Hique's entire arm upholstered with kiss marks.

"Your skin tastes like honey and milk, I like it," He whispered to his neck. "And I'm going to worship you until sunrise,"

Hique didn't know what he meant by that. Maybe he was being poetic or maybe he had married a very sappy monster.

When those soft lips reached his cheek, he shuddered, and his hair stood on end, bells frantically ringing on his head. He turned his head away when he felt his mouth hovering above his.

"…I'm sorry," He whispered anxiously.

If his husband was hurt, he didn't show it. "Ah, I guess it can't be helped," He said patiently, and went on with his exploring.

He ventured down to Hique's flat chest planes. First, running his hands cautiously over it. Then, again with his nails dragging lightly over Hique's sensitive buds. Hique couldn't help but to arch his back against that burning that felt so good.

His husband rewarded him by caressing his chest lovingly and pulling him closer to attach his lips to his perked nipples.

"Ah! That is…" Hique gasped. "…so lewd,"

"Is it?"

He swirled his tongue them slowly before kissing each. This guy likes to kiss a lot, Hique noticed. Jeros stared, appreciating, at the hard line on Hique's collarbone before succumbing into temptation and bit it.

Hique jolted and a whimper escaped his lips.

"How is it? Do you like it?" Jeros asked before he does anything else. His voice sounds smug, the bastard. Like he already knows the answer to that, but it's also coated with patience, love and laced with light concerned. Hique squirmed at the warm feeling that settled at the pit of his stomach.

He didn't want to admit that actually felt good, so he just nodded his head.

Jeros proceeded to travel down his undulating body. His lips mouth at Hique's lower belly and the warmth in his stomach intensifies. He can feel his husband's breath go further, his thumbs are rubbing circles on his hip bones, and he feels like melting into a puddle or ashes.

And although Hique is inexperienced in this type of things, he knows what's about to come, what his lover plans to do to him.

"Oh! Umm," He tried to reach his Jero's head to halt him; he was mildly surprise to feel spiky, fluffy hair at the tips of his fingers. He drew his knees together, closing his legs self consciously, trying to cover himself the most he can. At that, Jeros stopped. "That is… I mean… I think," He fumbled with his words. How could he convey his feelings? How exactly do you tell your husband you don't want his advances? Will he get offended? Will he strike him?

He didn't need to say another word. Suddenly, the God of Love is flipping them over, and he finds himself on his husband's lap, on top of him. His heart is racing, for a moment there; he thought he was going to get punished.

"That, too, is fine," He heard a patient, understanding voice come from under him; fondness reach his ears. He blushes despite himself. He didn't care what the oracle had said, up until now; his husband hadn't acted even remotely like a monster. "How about like this, then?"

And he felt his husband's hard line rub against his own hot need, that's when he discovered his husband was naked too.

He moaned, because holy shit! That felt really good! Even better than when Jeros was working on his chest. Hique had heard of his before… He couldn't help but feel dirty, like he was crossing the barrier of the forbidden. He had heard something like this before… when he lived with the king and the queen. He had heard rumors and stories of how to men could lie together. He never thought it would be something he would experience too.

At that time, it seemed morbid, taboo and it still did, but it also felt amazingly exciting! Who could have thought Hique would get thrilled at the thought of doing the forbidden? Definitely not him, that's for sure. This new side scared him and intrigued him further into his husband's arms.

He bit his lips and hesitantly grinded his hips against his husband. That earned him a moan under him and the thought encouraged him to press harder. He forced down the smile that threatened to form on his face.

"That's it," He heard, and two hands gripped his hips lightly, guiding him. "Enjoy yourself, darling,"

Hique's heart fluttered at that. Now he understood why his father had always told him that a way to a woman's heart was with words. He didn't completely agree on that, but now he saw what his father had meant.

He pushed down again and Jero's hips rose to meet his halfway. Repeating the action over and over again until both of them were panting and the back of Hique's eyes burned. If he had to describe the feeling, Hique would say that it felt like lighting a match. Slow and teasing at first, but you could feel the friction between the match and gritty surface lighting small sparks coursing through their bodies until, finally, the match would catch on fire, just like they felt right now.

His thighs quivered at either side of Jero's legs. He could already feel his precum oozing from his tip and dribbling down the sheets. He embarrassedly rubbed his face. His elbows trembled, too, under the weight of his body, and Jeros pulled him down on him, cupping his cheeks.

"How is it, Hique?" He said in a more sensual voice. Hique realized that it was the first time his husband had spoken his name. It was nice; it sent a tingling feeling to his legs. Jeros let his hands wander up Hique's knees to the inside of his thighs, closer and closer to what he ached to touch. His fingertips teasingly caressed extremely close to his aching member, drawing shapes on the hot skin. His blinded sight just heightened the sensations deliciously.

"It's good…" He managed to mutter. He swallowed and in a moment of courage, he shyly placed his hands on Jero's chest. "Is this alright?" He wanted to feel his lover too; he wanted to make him feel just as good as he was feeling.

"It is," Jeros said in a soft and fond voice. Hique wished he could see his face in that moment.

"Why do I have to wear this blindfold? I want to see you," He announced, and the fingers froze, much to Hique's frustration. He felt himself being pulled down, and he knew what was coming but he let it, not because he had no other choice, no, if he wanted, he could rip himself off of his husband at any moment. He let it happen because he wanted to, because he needed to.

Soft lips finally met the other's awaiting ones. Hique didn't know how a simple touch like that could convey so much love, and yet, here he was, drinking up everything the God of Love was giving him like a thirsty animal. He partially blamed it on how he was still young and had had no sexual experiences. The other part, he blamed it on the way Jero's mouth molded against his, how he tilted his head to get a better angle and how his tongue prodded at his lips.

He was about to let his wet muscle in his mouth when he felt something soft and feathery brush against his back, and he was sure it hadn't been his husbands hands. He jumped and gasped, turning his head away from Jeros, breaking the kiss, to look blindly back.

"What was that?" He enquired, starting to get off the blindfold off until a hand stopped him.

"No!" He yelled, and Hique flinched back at the loud noise but Jeros caressed his thighs, amending for his burst. "That's just me," He explained.

"You?" Hique asked, surprised. "What are you?!" He demanded.

"Hique, please," His lover begged. "I may be a monster, but does that really matter if I love you? And you may even get to love me back!" He resisted the urge to worriedly fold his big, white wings against his back. The wish to embrace his new husband with them was more powerful.

He sat and looked up at Hique, who seemed dubious, the long trail of freckled skin looked ravishing, though. "Please, Hique,"

Hique's heart shook at his husband's desperate words. He gulped and nodded. "Alright," He pretended not to hear Jero's relieved sigh and pulled him into a deep kiss. When Jeros was close and distracted enough, he ran his hands down his back until they touched what they were looking for.

He gasped."I knew it. You have wings," Jeros froze as he caressed the fluffy feathers with his fingertips. He touched from where his wings and back joined to the farthest feather his arms could let him feel. Jeros trembled under him; they seemed to be sensitive… It'd be good if Hique remembers that.

"Does that…bother you?"

"It is certainly something new," He smiled brightly. "But I like them," He just wishes he could see them.

"That's the first time you smiled for me," He heard a breathless voice say, and suddenly, it was easier to be with his lover.

He gripped his shoulders and grinded down on him, eliciting a moan from Jeros. Thank Zeus they were still hard. He pumped both of their lengths in a way he guessed they would like.

Jeros groaned as he grew harder in Hique's hand. He gave an involuntary thrust with his hips a little bit and bit his lip, rubbing his cock against his lover's. Hique shuddered and tried to grab onto something, finding only Jero's steady shoulder to grab on.

The warm feeling at the pit of his stomach heightened when Jeros, too, stroked them, and Hique suddenly felt something warm and gooey fall on their cocks. "It feels better this way, right?" Jeros said in a raspy voice. Hique guessed he had poured some kind of oil on them and yes, yes, yes! It does!

"Don't stop…" Hique pleaded as he undulated his hot hips against his husband's wild ones. The feeling was exhilarating, just the friction enough to send sparks to his head and at the same time not enough for him, he needed more, more, more.

Hique frotted harder, it felt way better when they were wet, smoother and more slippery. He pulled him closer and repeated the motion, the way their cocks rubbed and bumped together was too good. Jeros wildly increased his pace, grunting and looked up at him with lust filled eyes.

"Come for me, Hique," He teased his nipples again with his lips and teeth.

The brunet panted and cradled Jero's head against his chest, he was practically bouncing on his lap thanks to their frantic movements.

Soon, the hot burning on his cock reached its peak and he came with a long moan, shooting white ribbons on his chest and belly. After another few pumps, Jeros followed. He wanted nothing more than to be buried in his lover, but seeing Hique was new to all of this, he decided to take things slow, this would be enough. Besides, this was just perfect, just as good. His wings fluttered and the wind caressed Hique's bangs.

When Hique regained his breath after so many pants, he tightly wrapped his legs around his waist and cradled his head, hugging him passionately.

"I'm sorry I treated you like a monster," The mortal apologized in a broken, sad voice.

Jeros eyes widened, then, he also wrapped his arms and wings around his lover in a cocoon. "You made me the happiest," He claimed. "Besides, I AM a monster…"

"You are anything but," Hique interjected with a confident force.

Jeros closed his eyes, and felt his lover's body against him, hugging him tighter. "Thank you," He said earnestly.

They stayed that way until the first sunbeam of the sunrise hitted Jero's eyelids. He tensed up and frowned. "I have to go," He said half-heartedly, and with a flick of his hand, the mess on their bodies had disappeared. Hique didn't even notice.

"What?! But I thought-"

"I know," He said sadly. "And I know it's incredibly rude of me, but I have to…"

Hique sighed. He climbed down his lap and sat on the bed, covering himself with a blanket. "I understand,"

Jeros heart ached at the sight of his lover. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled him in a sweet, short, but promising kiss. "I'll be back at midnight." He promised. "Don't take off the blindfold until you can hear me no longer,"

Hique nodded and heard the other male stand up, probably collecting his clothes and then light footsteps that went further from him.

"Farewell, my love." He heard a flap of wings and a slight breeze touched his feet.

"Good bye," He muttered.

Only when he heard his lover no longer did he take the blindfold off. He blinked a couple of times, letting his eyes adjust to the light. The piece of cloth was slightly damp with his sweat and tears. He, then, regarded the bed. There were tiny feathers lying innocently (but Hique knew better) on the mattress. And although, he was disappointed his lover couldn't stay to cuddle, he chuckled.

He couldn't wait till dusk.

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Oh god, I'm sorry I took so long but this chapter just wouldn't come out, really! I tried. Hiccup was supposed to get a blow job, he said no though, that's fine.

Also, you guys, I'm taking a trip vacation for a while, so I'm going to put this story on hold. (pls don't kill me) I think it's for the better, though, because to be honest, I'm scared that my sex scenes become repetitive when what I want is each of them to be different. So this time will help me clear my mind and help me come up with a significant problem happening in the story. Nothing relevant has really happened have you noticed? XD so yeah, that's what I want to change with this pause. Hopefully, to improve this story.

Also the next AU will be Punk and Nerd since everyone's been asking for it lol.