[ As Hellboy well knows, affection and tenderness are not something Jacob was exposed to before he came to the city. His experiences were rough and ready and often fleeting without an exchange of names or pleasantries. This city is a stark contrast, and the sheer amount of kindness he's recieved here from various lovers has him giving away his heart far too easily.

He's learnt so much in the relatively short time he's been here, about aftercare and foreplay and all the rest of it, and he knows that it makes everything better than a hard, brutal fuck in the back of a carriage. He wants it to be the best it can be, with Hellboy. He wants this to feel amazing, to make Hellboy want to do it again. Maybe with other people, maybe just with Jacob. Maybe he's just gone soft and soppy, but he's only human.

What isn't soft is Hellboy's cock, and Jacob feels him twitch and throb as he continues stroking.]

You can come love. This time, you can come when you like, as much as you like. Next time, you can't until I tell you, until I'm balls deep in you.

[ He might not even hold Hellboy to that. His finger sinks in a little further, letting muscles relax around him, before pulling back and pressing in again, letting Hellboy feel it, before carefully, Jacob eases in a second finger to spread him all the more.]