[ If he really lost himself to it, those iron bars wouldn't stand a chance, but Jacob doesn't think about that. Not when he has that command making his body hot and cold all over, anticipation making his movements a little less polished than normal. It's almost like he's drunk on the possibility of sex with Hellboy, intoxicated by what he's gone without.
So he strips, as best he can, pulling the shirt off and the t-shirt that's been under it, chest revealed, and then lifts himself up off Hellboy's lap to work on the jeans.]
I should have asked or else what?
[ Jacob says, although he's already working the trousers and boxers under neath off in one smooth motion. ]
no subject
So he strips, as best he can, pulling the shirt off and the t-shirt that's been under it, chest revealed, and then lifts himself up off Hellboy's lap to work on the jeans.]
I should have asked or else what?
[ Jacob says, although he's already working the trousers and boxers under neath off in one smooth motion. ]