[ Still riding the aftershocks, Hellboy makes a vague noise at that assessment, shivering a little when Jacob's hands cross ticklish areas of his skin. Leaning into where his right hand is fisted on the table, he moves a little as he catches his breath, trickles of warmth starting to run over his balls and down the insides of his legs. The room smells like sex and come and sweat.
He wants to stay there, curled up over Jacob, maybe try for round two, but the emotional misstep between them nags at him, so he finds himself withdrawing instead with a hiss between his teeth as the cool air meets the wet skin of his dick. Taking a couple of steps back, he lowers himself into a chair and rubs his face with his palm. ]
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He wants to stay there, curled up over Jacob, maybe try for round two, but the emotional misstep between them nags at him, so he finds himself withdrawing instead with a hiss between his teeth as the cool air meets the wet skin of his dick. Taking a couple of steps back, he lowers himself into a chair and rubs his face with his palm. ]
Sorry if I.. said the wrong thing.