[The kiss is clumsy and messy and it leaves him breathless. He arches his back slightly letting out a small noise in the back of his throat; Hiccup's rough hands pleasant against his skin.

An airy little laugh escapes his mouth. Something nervous and shy and terribly embarrassed. The other admiring him makes heat coil in his stomach.] I find it a tad unfair I, uhm, I don't get to equally admire you. [Not quite successfully bold, but he does want the other to know he's equally interested in this. In the other. Them.] You know your clothes is really not quite ideal for this at all.