[There's a note in Hellboy's voice, not exactly pleading, but a hint of need that Jacob recognises and understands. He wasn't expecting to hear it, not so soon, not tonight, but he's not about to deny it. The shirt he pulled on hides the fact he's hard, leaking down the length of his cock, just as it was meant to. This wasn't about him, and it still isn't.]
Alright love, but same rules apply. You want to stop, we stop.
[And with that, the shirt is cast to the side again (he's not that selfless, he wants to feel as much skin on skin as he can) and he tears open another sachet of lube, stroking it over himself. A second later he's on the bed properly, between the scarlet thighs and guiding himself against that spread ring of muscle. Gentle, slow, the slow press forward, opening Hellboy up gradually, keeping the other hand on Hellboy's hip.]
Jesus, Hellboy- [He groans softly once he's as deep as he can be, managing a lopsided, pleased grin down at the man beneath him.] You can let go of the bed. If you don't touch me I think I'll scream.
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Alright love, but same rules apply. You want to stop, we stop.
[And with that, the shirt is cast to the side again (he's not that selfless, he wants to feel as much skin on skin as he can) and he tears open another sachet of lube, stroking it over himself. A second later he's on the bed properly, between the scarlet thighs and guiding himself against that spread ring of muscle. Gentle, slow, the slow press forward, opening Hellboy up gradually, keeping the other hand on Hellboy's hip.]
Jesus, Hellboy- [He groans softly once he's as deep as he can be, managing a lopsided, pleased grin down at the man beneath him.] You can let go of the bed. If you don't touch me I think I'll scream.