[Jacob groans as the thrusts start again with renewed vigor. It's good, so good, especially with the path of kisses over his face, the tenderness that melts into lust. His fingers clutch at Hellboy's shoulders, holding tight to keep him close.
The moments of confusion have given him the time he needs to recover, at least a little, feeling another orgasm build inside him with each and every slam of their hips together, the table quaking under them.]
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The moments of confusion have given him the time he needs to recover, at least a little, feeling another orgasm build inside him with each and every slam of their hips together, the table quaking under them.]