[ It's intimate without the fire of desire behind it, still warm with affection even so. It's how so many of these recent nights have panned out, the possibility for sex there, unspoken, and in place of all that flirtation, just careful touches and gentle kisses. Jacob can't deny he misses the sex, but it's not the be all and end all. He wants Hellboy to work through what he needs to, take the time to get back on the proverbial horse.

He stays like that a moment, Hellboy's face turned into his hair,
his own against his shoulder. Trying to record every detail to memory, the pace of Hellboy's breath and the tempo of his heart and the vague hint of peanut on his skin. If it all goes tits up, he can keep this. ]

Anduin has asked me to be his submissive. I... I said yes, provisionally. We've only got a few weeks left to find someone and I know you've got some options... but I don't want to leave you here.