[ Hellboy's lips along his throat as something he will never be tired of. He sighs happily, eyes closing, even when the finger tips working him gasp and his own hands press against Hellboy's chest, palms against pectorals, keeping him from pitching forward.
It takes a moment, just a moment, for him to regain himself enough to move. Wordlessly he plants himself in Hellboy's lap, feeling that hot, thick dick leak against his skin, and ignoring the protests of the chair. And because he can, he shifts his hips in time to Hellboy's rhythm, back against his fingers, and then sliding himself against his cock, his own throbbing too. The friction is a glorious thing, building slowly.]
It's good, like this. Being in your lap.
[ Close, Jacob's head bowing to find his lover's mouth again, to kiss him as he hums a low note of pleasure.]
Jacob would make a terrible model. Too fidgety
It takes a moment, just a moment, for him to regain himself enough to move. Wordlessly he plants himself in Hellboy's lap, feeling that hot, thick dick leak against his skin, and ignoring the protests of the chair. And because he can, he shifts his hips in time to Hellboy's rhythm, back against his fingers, and then sliding himself against his cock, his own throbbing too. The friction is a glorious thing, building slowly.]
It's good, like this. Being in your lap.
[ Close, Jacob's head bowing to find his lover's mouth again, to kiss him as he hums a low note of pleasure.]