[Jacob's hips shift, undulating forward, the hand that strokes him doing wonderful, wanton and wicked things. He trembles a little, breath leaving him in a sigh, as he watches every movement. The smile, the soft nudge of Hellboy's face against his skin which makes his stomach do backflips, and then the way red lips brush his cock.
He groans, not bothering to even try and hold it back. He's been imagining Hellboy against him, above him, in him since he'd pushed the beds together, and he's waited, eager for it, since then. It's been hours, and he's only now getting the hint of relief.
The question snaps his focus away from the press of heat and wetness against his dick, makes him think, makes him just want to climb into Hellboy's lap now and take him.]
Don't want to last. What you to fuck me until I don't know which way is up, and I can't come anymore.
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He groans, not bothering to even try and hold it back. He's been imagining Hellboy against him, above him, in him since he'd pushed the beds together, and he's waited, eager for it, since then. It's been hours, and he's only now getting the hint of relief.
The question snaps his focus away from the press of heat and wetness against his dick, makes him think, makes him just want to climb into Hellboy's lap now and take him.]
Don't want to last. What you to fuck me until I don't know which way is up, and I can't come anymore.