[ Those scars aren't something Hellboy can ever experience himself except like this. Besides a few cracks through the stone of his right hand, the fights he's lost and the years which have rolled over him haven't left a mark behind, and sometimes he wonders if it would be easier if they had, if he could look at his body and know how hard survival has been.
For now though, he can just appreciate them when they're on other people, sliding his tongue over Jacob's palm, tasting salt and sweetness before letting him go. ]
Hm. True. [ Though now he's got him, he's not sure he wants to go all the way to the bed. He reaches up to flatten his palm against Jacob's chest, stroking down over his front to start working the buttons of his fly and slide his hand inside. ] Didn't we already do that though?
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For now though, he can just appreciate them when they're on other people, sliding his tongue over Jacob's palm, tasting salt and sweetness before letting him go. ]
Hm. True. [ Though now he's got him, he's not sure he wants to go all the way to the bed. He reaches up to flatten his palm against Jacob's chest, stroking down over his front to start working the buttons of his fly and slide his hand inside. ] Didn't we already do that though?