[ It's useful that Hellboy doesn't tend to sleep in anything, though the slide of Jacob's clothed ass over his bare skin is good enough to be frustrating. Between increasingly desperate kisses, he hooks a fingertip into the waistband of his pants and gives them a pointed tug before sliding his palm up under his shirt, seeking edges that will give way to skin underneath.
More touching indeed. He groans and reaches up above his head to wrap his right hand through the iron bars of the headboard, as if he needs something to hold on to just to ground him. ]
Off. [ He breathes the order against Jacob's mouth. ] Better be naked right now.
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More touching indeed. He groans and reaches up above his head to wrap his right hand through the iron bars of the headboard, as if he needs something to hold on to just to ground him. ]
Off. [ He breathes the order against Jacob's mouth. ] Better be naked right now.