redrighthanded: (look; not okay)
redrighthanded ([personal profile] redrighthanded) wrote 2021-01-15 05:21 pm (UTC)

[ It's so unlike their first encounter, her standing demure and blushing in front of him, but he can't stop himself remembering that too, the way she'd opened her legs and taken him gladly, the taste of their come mingled as they'd kissed. Hellboy watches water bead and run down between her tits, then forces his eyes away, trying to follow her example.

The pain of his injuries fades back to a dull throb under the steam and the water, as well as the distraction of her proximity; he tries to hold on to it, a stabilising presence, as well as the gentle lilt of her words as she tells her story. He can imagine her there in the bathhouses, sleeves rolled up, helping her people. It's a good image, calm and peaceful and warm.

It's difficult to stay there, though, when she's still touching him, her small hands pale against his skin as she strokes those bubbling spheres of water down over him. She passes one over his nipple and he catches his breath, his cock twitching, his gaze drawn back to her despite himself.
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That sounds.. [ He clears his throat. ] Sounds real good. Did you ever get to.. to feel that?

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