[ Those words shouldn't do that, they shouldn't send a spike through him that makes his cock leak and his cheeks flush, but there's nothing he can do to stop it. Anyone else who called him that? Anyone else who called him boy? He'd fight them, bite back against it, especially when at every other point it's been used to belittle him by those who look down on him and everything he is.
This is different, even without the fingers tracing that sensitive path downward, it would be different. Hellboy makes it different. It's not mocking, the words aren't used to hurt. It's appreciation, as simple as that. And it makes him just want to curl into Hellboy somehow, and make him say it again.
The shift of fingers isn't enough to rid him of that strange pleasure, a fire that burns warm and bright inside him that has nothing to do with lust, but the two in tandem? It has Jacob writhing, filled in a way that he welcomes, spread and ready, taking him easily. The third finger, when it comes, makes him gasp sharply, his hand moving to hold on tight to Hellboy's shoulder. But he still takes it, rolling his hips back for more.]
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This is different, even without the fingers tracing that sensitive path downward, it would be different. Hellboy makes it different. It's not mocking, the words aren't used to hurt. It's appreciation, as simple as that. And it makes him just want to curl into Hellboy somehow, and make him say it again.
The shift of fingers isn't enough to rid him of that strange pleasure, a fire that burns warm and bright inside him that has nothing to do with lust, but the two in tandem? It has Jacob writhing, filled in a way that he welcomes, spread and ready, taking him easily. The third finger, when it comes, makes him gasp sharply, his hand moving to hold on tight to Hellboy's shoulder. But he still takes it, rolling his hips back for more.]
'S so much. 'S good. Don't stop.