[ Jacob really likes the smile on Hellboy's face. It suits him, it really does, and seems to give a different dimension to his eyes. They really are so deep, even if completely different to any eyes he's ever seen before. He feels like he's looking into some window into another world, and although it's different and strange, it's not scary.
His hips rock a little, missing the heat and pressure of the hand against him. But then those fingers are unfastening the buttons beneath his clothes, the cool air of the room tickling his skin, before the hot brush of lips.
It feels so good that his hand goes back to Hellboy's neck, holding him close, while his other hand goes for his belt, trying to undo the buckle with fumbling fingers.]
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His hips rock a little, missing the heat and pressure of the hand against him. But then those fingers are unfastening the buttons beneath his clothes, the cool air of the room tickling his skin, before the hot brush of lips.
It feels so good that his hand goes back to Hellboy's neck, holding him close, while his other hand goes for his belt, trying to undo the buckle with fumbling fingers.]
Think that chair can cope with both of us?