[ Hellboy shouldn't worry about living up to any fantasy, Jacob's words are just titillation to get both of them to the point where they ache for it, where Jacob can't help but tremble when Hellboy's hands are everywhere on him. The press of them against him is enough to make him groan, pressing himself back as if he might just try to take them without anything to ease the way. Really he wants the heat, the blissful stretch of Hellboy in him.]
Nightstand. Don't move.
[He kisses, wet and needy, pressing their mouths back together with almost too much force, and then breaks away. The air is cold, outside of the bubble of heat that radiated between them, and as he grabs what they need, he curses the fact that he didn't get the stuff out beforehand, or spread himself out while he waited.
Then he's back, pressing himself up against Hellboy to try and sap his warmth, shivering for two reasons, although in truth rooms as cold as this aren't unfamiliar. But having someone to warm up with still is.
The next kiss is just as hungry, as the packets are pressed into Hellboy's palm.]
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Nightstand. Don't move.
[He kisses, wet and needy, pressing their mouths back together with almost too much force, and then breaks away. The air is cold, outside of the bubble of heat that radiated between them, and as he grabs what they need, he curses the fact that he didn't get the stuff out beforehand, or spread himself out while he waited.
Then he's back, pressing himself up against Hellboy to try and sap his warmth, shivering for two reasons, although in truth rooms as cold as this aren't unfamiliar. But having someone to warm up with still is.
The next kiss is just as hungry, as the packets are pressed into Hellboy's palm.]
Go slow. I want to be begging you.