[ There is a moment, a second, when Jacob looks at those molten gold eyes and seems to consider pressing against the hand on his shoulders, just to see how far he can push, to see who will back down first. But there's something about the strength in Hellboy's hand, the weight of it, and the way he radiates quiet power that Jacob likes more than he knows how to say. As much as he likes pushing limits, he also likes being praised when he does well.
Besides, it's hardly a terrible thing to submit to, being slowly fucked on those talented fingers, letting Hellboy ruin him little by little until there's nothing he wants more than to bounce on that fat cock.
He looks away, a mockery of a demure debutante, and sinks back against the lube-slicked fingers, and presses his face into Hellboy's shoulder, lips pressing against his skin. ]
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Besides, it's hardly a terrible thing to submit to, being slowly fucked on those talented fingers, letting Hellboy ruin him little by little until there's nothing he wants more than to bounce on that fat cock.
He looks away, a mockery of a demure debutante, and sinks back against the lube-slicked fingers, and presses his face into Hellboy's shoulder, lips pressing against his skin. ]
I want to beg.