[ Jacob would love to make a witty remark about I -- fuck but the pace and the strength in Hellboy's movements takes his breath away, and it's all he can do to rut back against him, wanting more and more of that sharp stimulation. He feels the change- the movements going from mindful to mindless in the space of several heartbeats as something wild takes possession of Hellboy and he fights to keep up as long as he can, before his body is merely carried along.
He doesn't like to lose control. He never has. He doesn't want other people telling him what to do, forcing him to act in a certain way, pulling his strings. But this is different, utterly different. This is someone losing control with him, and it feels incredible, the rush of Hellboy's need hitting him hard, sweeping him along with it.
When he comes, filling Jacob completely, seeping out onto the table and the skin of his thighs, Jacob feels another euphoric wave crash over him, smaller than the first, but still intense. His grip doesn't relax, keeping tight hold of the man above him, before he begins to uncurl his fingers, and stroke over Hellboy's bare sides.]
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He doesn't like to lose control. He never has. He doesn't want other people telling him what to do, forcing him to act in a certain way, pulling his strings. But this is different, utterly different. This is someone losing control with him, and it feels incredible, the rush of Hellboy's need hitting him hard, sweeping him along with it.
When he comes, filling Jacob completely, seeping out onto the table and the skin of his thighs, Jacob feels another euphoric wave crash over him, smaller than the first, but still intense. His grip doesn't relax, keeping tight hold of the man above him, before he begins to uncurl his fingers, and stroke over Hellboy's bare sides.]
You do. Like a jack-hammer.