[ Hellboy's amusement at that cockiness in Jacob's tone melts into frustrated need as the younger man pulls himself up off his lap. He's tempted to just pull him back down, but the way he describes what he wants to do sends a shiver of desire rolling through him, imagining the kind of things Jacob might demand if given that sort of control.
He lifts his left hand up off the other man's back, wrapping it around the iron bedstead next to his right, like he's been tied up there. It leaves him sprawled out for Jacob's consideration, muscles rounded and chest raised a little, shadows gathered in the dark swipes of hair over his pecs and in his armpits. ]
Yeah? [ He gives Jacob a look of mock innocence. ] What would you do?
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He lifts his left hand up off the other man's back, wrapping it around the iron bedstead next to his right, like he's been tied up there. It leaves him sprawled out for Jacob's consideration, muscles rounded and chest raised a little, shadows gathered in the dark swipes of hair over his pecs and in his armpits. ]
Yeah? [ He gives Jacob a look of mock innocence. ] What would you do?