[ Jacob's grin becomes wicked and he leans in, lips brushing against Hellboy's ear, his fingers leaving red, warm skin to hook into his own clothing. His voice is low and soft, as fabric pools around his feet and he kicks it away, so he's naked and unashamed, Hellboy still dressed before him, like a king on a throne.]

They have toys here. Things I've never seen before. Things to spread you and fill you up and no one would know they were there. I want one, in me, under my clothes, and I want us to go drinking. And you're going to know it's there, and I'm wishing it was your cock. And maybe I'll blow you, maybe I won't. But by the end of the night I'll be begging you.

[ He pulls back, pressing himself against the stone hand, his breathing already hard, cock leaking against the finger tips that touch him now. ]

So you think that might work?