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[The way Newt arches a little, into his hands, warm and smooth, is everything. Hiccup answers with a soft little moan of his own, pressed against his mouth, overwhelmed. The thrill of it all vibrates through the Bond from Hiccup's end.

And looking at him is even better. He gets a little wrapped up in it, caressing the plane of exposed skin with his fingers, before Newt speaks up, and Hiccup laughs, embarrassed.] Right, right! Sorry, I- I didn't really plan- [He isn't wearing all of the layers of his usual clothing, but there's enough of it that he feels awkward taking a step back and fumbling with his own buckles and straps, fingers clumsy.] I- I've only ever left most of it on before, honestly- [Another sheepish laugh, and the leather shell peels away from his body to be discarded to the side, leaving him in well-worn wool pants and tunic after he also toes off his boot.

Flushing a little, he casts another glance at Newt, a little awkward but still so enthusiastic and happy, before he unceremoniously slips off the wool tunic as well. Bare, most of Hiccup's scars are on display. They're all fairly small and nondescript, cuts and scrapes that have long healed over, except for the growth-stretched spiderweb of raised tissue that climbs up from mid-forearm to shoulder and shoulder blade. A Lichtenberg scar, from where he was hit by lightning.]

Better? [He breathes out with a smile, unselfconscious, climbing back over him to steal another kiss.]

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[Maybe he'd be embarrassed for staring at the other, but he's more distracted by every single small detail on the other. Every scar and where they are to any blemish or freckle that made up Hiccup's appearance. The Brit is just completely engrossed in taking the other in.

A hand reaches up to gently run fingers against the large scar that covers his arm.

He looks at the other and-] You're beautiful. Quite so. [Look, he's just completely in love with the other in every way possible.]

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[Hiccup flushes contentedly under his scrutiny, turning pink down his neck and into his chest beneath the thick smattering of freckles across his shoulders and clavicles. Something in his eyes softens, though, when Newt touches his lightning scar and calls him beautiful. He's glad they don't have to be nervous about this, at least; scars are just a part of life for both of them.]

So are you, you know. [He breathes, warm and fond, sliding his hands beneath Newt's open shirt again to push it off his shoulders entirely. Hiccup's mouth is occupied again soon as he presses a trail of soft kisses down his throat.

He wants to get to know every inch of this man until they have no more secrets from each other.] I am... so lucky.

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[Newt lets out a laugh. It's shy, but there's a note of disbelief in it. Almost as though he's humouring the other because he doesn't quite believe it yet.

And he doesn't. He doesn't think Hiccup to be a liar, but he doesn't obviously see what the other sees in him. Appreciative, but somewhat doubtful. He reaches up to brush some hair out of Hiccup's face, thumb lingering against their cheek.] I think I should be the one saying that, really.

[He was the one who ended up with someone so loving and sweet after all.] Thank you. For choosing me. [It comes out in a whisper with a gentle kiss.]

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[He'll say it as many times as he needs to. As many times as Newt needs to hear it. He is loved and he is wanted by at least one person, honestly and openly.] Can't we both be lucky? What were the odds of both of us showing up here and then finding each other? It's- it's kind of a miracle when you think about it.

I have always wanted you in my life since I met you. [Maybe he didn't know back then that he would want him like this, but he does. He tilts his face into the soft touches, stroking a hand softly down Newt's chest, returning his kiss with certainty.

That hand trails down after a moment, as he kisses him a little harder, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Newt's pants, just tugging lightly to test his reactions.]