[ Jacob pauses, his hand lingering just below the bulge of the head, letting the stream of pre-come dribble over his skin, such a sight that he has to fight the urge to lean forward and lick it up.
But this is not about him. Not entirely. He watches Hellboy carefully, examining his reaction to the suggestion, wondering how inclined he is to give it a try. He doesn't want to make a big deal of it, doesn't want it to be something that Hellboy thinks too long on.]
It is good, love. Do you want to try?
[ His fingers stroke again, going back to that steady pace, as if to say no matter what Hellboy wants, Jacob will look after him, Jacob will make sure he enjoys himself. ]
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But this is not about him. Not entirely. He watches Hellboy carefully, examining his reaction to the suggestion, wondering how inclined he is to give it a try. He doesn't want to make a big deal of it, doesn't want it to be something that Hellboy thinks too long on.]
It is good, love. Do you want to try?
[ His fingers stroke again, going back to that steady pace, as if to say no matter what Hellboy wants, Jacob will look after him, Jacob will make sure he enjoys himself. ]