redrighthanded: (working; tools of the trade)
redrighthanded ([personal profile] redrighthanded) wrote 2020-12-11 04:36 pm (UTC)

[ Hellboy doesn't have to be told to stay where he is, watching Jacob cross the room with a hungry and appreciative gaze. He's pretty sure if the guy was in a different time he'd be modelling for marble statues of Apollo and Dionysus, or maybe just sprawled out on a fur rug in some oil painting somewhere.

While he's away, he takes the chance to finish opening his shorts, pulling his own achingly hard cock out with a muted exhalation of relief, rubbing his hand over it almost absently as Jacob returns, feeling quite Dionysian himself, almost drunk on the sensations of being wanted and wanting in return.

He accepts the packets of lube and chases that kiss back with a grunt. He tears the packets open with indiscriminate teeth and squeezes them, dropping them onto the floor once their contents coat his fingers and his palm. It's cold, but he knows it'll warm quickly on his skin, and doesn't hesitate to reach around to find Jacob's ass again, parting his cheeks and coating him in a generous swipe of lube before he resumes that rhythmic pressure at his hole. His right hand lifts up against his back to hold him in place as he starts to push into him, gently, and slowly as requested.
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