[ It has been too long. Jacob has missed those hands on him, the heat that is something more than the natural warmth that radiates from Hellboy. He presses in closer still, fingers moving to the back of Hellboy's head and curling into his hair, pressing their mouths together.
The familiar taste of him, the press of his lips, it's a balm to all the troubles and worries that have piled in on him so heavily lately. As his other hand trails over Hellboy's chest, feeling the heartbeat hammer against his fingers. Its reassuringly strong, just like the rest of him.]
Need more skin touching. A lot more skin touching.
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[ It has been too long. Jacob has missed those hands on him, the heat that is something more than the natural warmth that radiates from Hellboy. He presses in closer still, fingers moving to the back of Hellboy's head and curling into his hair, pressing their mouths together.
The familiar taste of him, the press of his lips, it's a balm to all the troubles and worries that have piled in on him so heavily lately. As his other hand trails over Hellboy's chest, feeling the heartbeat hammer against his fingers. Its reassuringly strong, just like the rest of him.]
Need more skin touching. A lot more skin touching.