[He leans in, closer to Hellboy, hip against hip, rocking slow and steady. It feels so good, the intense heat around him, virgin tight, but so eager and ready, trying to move and accept more. His hands plant either side, pressing down, feeling the spent heat of Hellboy's cock against his belly, stretching up as best he can to press kisses against Hellboy's collar, and then nip fast-healing welts into his flesh on his way up to try and press their mouths together. He knows the marks won't last, they'll fade the moment he pulls away, but that's not important. They're just meant to heighten all that sensation, give Hellboy something else to focus on, apart from the way he's being fucked.]

I'm here love. All here, 'kay? You just give enjoy it.

[Because now that Hellboy seems to be adjusted to it, to the fullness of Jacob inside of him, he can move more freely, actually try to get to a pace that is even better than this, a rhythm natural and easy, something he can keep up for as long as they like, until it's too much.]

You tell me what you like, if you want slower, harder, faster. I want you to like this, as much as I like fucking you.