[He knows it's cold. It's much colder for Hellboy, who runs so much hotter than everyone else. But Jacob's hand curls around his cock to begin stroking, spreading the lube from root to tip, letting his fingers slide over the pronounced vein on the underside, following the arch. Hopefully, that warms him up a little.]

I did. And I'm going to again, tonight. At the pace I pick. And you're going to lay there, and let me fuck myself on you.

[His fingers caress down again, languid, as if he has all the time in the world, letting his fingertips brush against Hellboy's balls, enjoying the heat and the heaviness of them against his palm.]

But if you were my sub, you'd have to get used to being the one fucked sometimes. We'd have to start you slow, but I know it can feel so good to have something in you while you fuck someone.