[ There's a soft sigh of a noise as Hellboy begins to palm him, and Jacob tries to fight the urge to buck his hips. He mostly wins, as his self-control isn't diminished by anything he's breathed in, eaten or drunk. Which seems to be a rare state of affairs in this city.]

What I want. Right now?

[ He wants everything. He wants to touch and kiss all of Hellboy; run his hands over his chest, his thighs, his abdomen, over his back, and follow the path of his hands with kisses. He wants to let Hellboy fuck him again, slow this time, and marvel at how much of him he can take. ]

Jesus, you know that's like taking a street kid to a buffet and telling them to eat?

I want... I want to ride you. To be in control of how I get fucked.