[ When Jacob keeps his hand moving, Hellboy lets his head fall back again with a rumbling groan. He could easily reach out and stop him, but his reassurance is as intoxicating as his touch, the affection behind his words making them sink further into him, like warm stones dropped into a bath. Spread out like this, it might be easy to feel vulnerable, but under Jacob's capable hands he feels only wanted, needed, in a way that's still new enough to make his heart ache.
He wants, without question, for it to be good for Jacob as well, for the younger man to be able to feel as wanted as he does. But it's difficult to know how to achieve that, so he grasps what Jacob clearly wants him to do, trying to be as good at it as he can.
It's easy, at least, to give himself over to those fingers working inside him, suspending him on the line between comfort and need, each ring of muscle seeming to send aftershocks through him as it's massaged and pressed against. His breath hitches and his tail slaps the side of the bed, back arching a little as a particularly deep stroke coincides with the slide of those slick fingers over the head of his cock, and being given permission -- ]
Ja -- Jacob, ah -- [ He gasps out the younger man's name, the bedframe creaking when his fists tighten around it, and his release hits him hard and sudden, surprising himself a little with its intensity as his dick throbs and splatters his chest and stomach with thick ropes of come, leaking and dripping down over Jacob's hand as his hips twitch through it, muscles clenching hard around his fingers.
After a few breathless moments of tension, he subsides, able to regain a little awareness, though the feeling of being stretched and the touch on his dick hasn't stopped being welcome. Breathing hard, he closes his eyes, trying to work himself between one hand and the other. ] Shit, don't stop.
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He wants, without question, for it to be good for Jacob as well, for the younger man to be able to feel as wanted as he does. But it's difficult to know how to achieve that, so he grasps what Jacob clearly wants him to do, trying to be as good at it as he can.
It's easy, at least, to give himself over to those fingers working inside him, suspending him on the line between comfort and need, each ring of muscle seeming to send aftershocks through him as it's massaged and pressed against. His breath hitches and his tail slaps the side of the bed, back arching a little as a particularly deep stroke coincides with the slide of those slick fingers over the head of his cock, and being given permission -- ]
Ja -- Jacob, ah -- [ He gasps out the younger man's name, the bedframe creaking when his fists tighten around it, and his release hits him hard and sudden, surprising himself a little with its intensity as his dick throbs and splatters his chest and stomach with thick ropes of come, leaking and dripping down over Jacob's hand as his hips twitch through it, muscles clenching hard around his fingers.
After a few breathless moments of tension, he subsides, able to regain a little awareness, though the feeling of being stretched and the touch on his dick hasn't stopped being welcome. Breathing hard, he closes his eyes, trying to work himself between one hand and the other. ] Shit, don't stop.