[ The shift is unexpected but far from unwanted. He gasps, the act of standing forcing Hellboy's cock into him at a different angle and Jacob finds himself on his back on the table, bottles crashing and papers sticking to the sweat on his back.
Not that he cares. Not when that thrusting begins and he tips his head back, thumping on the table as he spreads his legs as best he can, the muscles still trembling. But he's strong, used to climbing buildings and gripping with his legs, and so to curl his leg around Hellboy's hip is nothing. Of course, there's the base of his tail there, and Jacob gives it a little nudge with the side of his foot.]
Should have... wrapped it 'round my cock. Kept your hands free.
[ And then he's groaning again and rolling his hips back to meet the thrusts, eyes closing.]
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Not that he cares. Not when that thrusting begins and he tips his head back, thumping on the table as he spreads his legs as best he can, the muscles still trembling. But he's strong, used to climbing buildings and gripping with his legs, and so to curl his leg around Hellboy's hip is nothing. Of course, there's the base of his tail there, and Jacob gives it a little nudge with the side of his foot.]
Should have... wrapped it 'round my cock. Kept your hands free.
[ And then he's groaning again and rolling his hips back to meet the thrusts, eyes closing.]
Oh fuck oh fuck Hellboy-