[The lift of Hellboy's hips is magnificent, a pressure against the back of his thighs just where he needs it, groaning against the other man's mouth before his hand moves further down, palming himself through the front of his trousers.
Along with the kiss? The familiarity of the room, the smell of the place- cigarettes and booze and damp and sweat and them? It's everything he misses when he doesn't have it, and it makes his body thrum with desire.]
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Along with the kiss? The familiarity of the room, the smell of the place- cigarettes and booze and damp and sweat and them? It's everything he misses when he doesn't have it, and it makes his body thrum with desire.]