Yeah, there you go, c'mon -- [ Murmuring encouragement, Hellboy watches his face as Jacob works himself up and over that crest, spilling hot and wet into his hand and clenching hard enough around his cock to pull a groan from him as well. He doesn't think he's ever going to get tired of making a guy like Jacob unravel like that. It feels like a privilege just to touch him, to be trusted by him that much.
When he subsides a little, Hellboy leans in to kiss the hollow of his throat where the submissive mark runs dark down his skin, then manages with a small amount of effort to heave himself to his feet, hands slotted under the younger man's thighs.
Thankfully he doesn't have far to go, just enough to turn and lean down to set Jacob on his back on top of the table, barely noticing the empty bottles that are sent rolling off to clatter onto the floor or the papers that are scattered by their movement. Encouraging his thighs apart a little, he kisses him again before straightening up and starting to thrust into him, a slow and even rhythm at first. ]
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When he subsides a little, Hellboy leans in to kiss the hollow of his throat where the submissive mark runs dark down his skin, then manages with a small amount of effort to heave himself to his feet, hands slotted under the younger man's thighs.
Thankfully he doesn't have far to go, just enough to turn and lean down to set Jacob on his back on top of the table, barely noticing the empty bottles that are sent rolling off to clatter onto the floor or the papers that are scattered by their movement. Encouraging his thighs apart a little, he kisses him again before straightening up and starting to thrust into him, a slow and even rhythm at first. ]