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[The lift of Hellboy's hips is magnificent, a pressure against the back of his thighs just where he needs it, groaning against the other man's mouth before his hand moves further down, palming himself through the front of his trousers.

Along with the kiss? The familiarity of the room, the smell of the place- cigarettes and booze and damp and sweat and them? It's everything he misses when he doesn't have it, and it makes his body thrum with desire.]

[ It's useful that Hellboy doesn't tend to sleep in anything, though the slide of Jacob's clothed ass over his bare skin is good enough to be frustrating. Between increasingly desperate kisses, he hooks a fingertip into the waistband of his pants and gives them a pointed tug before sliding his palm up under his shirt, seeking edges that will give way to skin underneath.

More touching indeed. He groans and reaches up above his head to wrap his right hand through the iron bars of the headboard, as if he needs something to hold on to just to ground him. ]

Off. [ He breathes the order against Jacob's mouth. ] Better be naked right now.

[ If he really lost himself to it, those iron bars wouldn't stand a chance, but Jacob doesn't think about that. Not when he has that command making his body hot and cold all over, anticipation making his movements a little less polished than normal. It's almost like he's drunk on the possibility of sex with Hellboy, intoxicated by what he's gone without.

So he strips, as best he can, pulling the shirt off and the t-shirt that's been under it, chest revealed, and then lifts himself up off Hellboy's lap to work on the jeans.]

I should have asked or else what?

[ Jacob says, although he's already working the trousers and boxers under neath off in one smooth motion. ]

[ Hellboy helps as much as he can from his reclining position, catching the edge of his shirt and pulling at it as Jacob shrugs it off, dropping it onto the floor. The closer they get to what he knows he wants, the more he regrets every inch of space between him and the younger man's body, tracing the curve and roll of his muscles as he breathes and shifts around with a hungry gaze.

As soon as he's clear of his pants, he reaches out to pull Jacob back down on top of him, groaning and exhaling sharply as skin meets skin. ]

Or I would.. woulda torn them off. [ He rumbles the answer as he lifts himself up a little to kiss and set his his teeth on Jacob's shoulder, raising his knees a little as he rocks his hard dick up between the younger man's thighs. ]

Don't have enough clothes to let you do that love.

[Even so, it's a damn appealing idea. There's something marvelous about Hellboy getting a bit wild and letting loose, and Jacob can't help but enjoy it when he does. He arches, groaning as lips and teeth catch his flesh and the shift of Hellboy's legs presses him closer still. There's hardly a gap between them now, and the heat of Hellboy's cock against his thighs does nothing but make his own dick twitch.

Strong pale fingers move over Hellboy's arm, reaching for the unstable nightstand, finding the packets of lube, and grabbing them. He has no idea if he got one or five, but he doesn't care. He drops them onto the sheets, grinding himself down again.]

Missed fucking around with you so much. No one in this town compares.

[ As eager as he is to fuck Jacob again, it's good like this, too, just having him rocking and sliding over his cock, the two of them moving together in building desperation. He's lazy enough and needy enough to not want to stop that yet, encouraging the roll of Jacob's hips with the slide of his left hand down his back, trying to find the perfect angle to get them both off. ]

That's 'cause they don't know what you need. [ He breathes the words over Jacob's skin, burying his face up against the side of his throat. His right hand grates over the iron bedstead as he grinds himself up against Jacob's leaning weight, his cock smearing wet between their bodies. ] How you oughta be treated.

[Jacob groans as Hellboy's warm breath cascades over his skin, his breath hitching as his head tips back, holding tight as he moves back against the other's hips. He doesn't need to be fucked, he can get off just from the rocking of their bodies together, from the way he's being held, from the fact it's Hellboy saying those things.

There is no doubt that those words do something to him, making him ache inside in a way that has nothing to do with the pleasure building in him. He leans back, smiling as he touches Hellboy's cheeks, fingers caressing his coarse whiskers.]

Not like you do huh?

[ As increasingly frantic as that need gnawing at him feels, Hellboy thinks he could linger here forever in the cool midwinter darkness, with Jacob's warm body leaning over him, exchanging body heat and soft touches. He groans softly as the younger man shifts his weight, then turns his head slightly to kiss those fingertips as they pass across his face. ]

Nope. [ His tone is boyishly declarative, possessive, offering no room for argument. ]

[And the declaration leaves Jacob chuckling, leaning in for another kiss, soft and slow, wordlessly confirming that it's all true. No one here knows him as Hellboy does. There are people he's slept with, people he's close to, and that's the same for Hellboy. But what passes between them is just them, even if others are witness to it. To no small degree, that's because Jacob thinks of Hellboy differently, there's part of him that is for Hellboy alone.

His hips move of their own accord, rocking against Hellboy, sinking gladly back into the familiar, loving the quiet strength and possession in the way Hellboy touches him. ]

Can I tell you something stupid?

[ Hellboy accepts that kiss gladly, lips parting a little to allow his tongue to slide against Jacob's as they move together, reaffirming something that feels true and correct in Hellboy's heart. In a distant part of his mind he still regrets hurting the younger man, and knows this might not be the first time they clash over what's necessary and painful, but he's happy to set that aside for now, to lose himself in the familiar sensations of Jacob's body against his.

His eyes have drifted closed and he leans up to continue kissing him even as the younger man pulls back a little, trailing his mouth over Jacob's jaw and down the side of his throat. ]

Sure. [ Distracted, he breathes the word against the young assassin's skin, his left hand sliding down to palm Jacob's backside as he rolls his hips up against him, rubbing against that delicious friction in the leaning weight of his inner thigh over him. ]

[ The headbutting is something normal, inevitable, whenever people spend time together. They aren't always going to agree, not even with the best will in the world. What's important is the intent, and Jacob doesn't doubt Hellboy's. He trusts him implicitly, despite the fact that doing so might be repeating a pattern. But Hellboy is different, at least so Jacob believes.

Hopefully, he's right this time. ]

If I was a dom I'd contract you in a heartbeat.

Doesn't sound so stupid.

[ Hellboy parts his lips over Jacob's pulse point and gives it a lazy swipe of his tongue, but the hypothetical proposal has distracted him enough to have him leaning back a bit so he can look up at the younger man. He raises his eyebrows a little, a playful glint in his glowing eyes. ]

You wanna boss me around, huh?

You don't think I do already?

[That earns Hellboy a laugh and another kiss, Jacob's fingers catching to hold him a little tighter as that teasing tongue dances over his skin, the lick shooting fire down his spine.]

I want to see if you'd let me. Only do what I say, only touch me or yourself like I tell you to. Let me tell you how good you were afterwards.

[With that said, Jacob lifts his hips, straightening up from where he happily pressed down into Hellboy's lap, now keeping the warm press of his thighs out of easy reach.]

Then I could keep you as long as you let me.

[ Hellboy's amusement at that cockiness in Jacob's tone melts into frustrated need as the younger man pulls himself up off his lap. He's tempted to just pull him back down, but the way he describes what he wants to do sends a shiver of desire rolling through him, imagining the kind of things Jacob might demand if given that sort of control.

He lifts his left hand up off the other man's back, wrapping it around the iron bedstead next to his right, like he's been tied up there. It leaves him sprawled out for Jacob's consideration, muscles rounded and chest raised a little, shadows gathered in the dark swipes of hair over his pecs and in his armpits. ]

Yeah? [ He gives Jacob a look of mock innocence. ] What would you do?

Why tell you, when I can show you?

[Jacob watches Hellboy's hands move, eyes darkening with desire, and he gives a little nod of approval. He didn't ask Hellboy to do it, but it's a very good idea.]

Keep them there.

[Then the young man is up, off the bed, catching up the shirt that had been pulled off him before. A proper old f-fashioned shirt, soft and unstarched, and long enough to brush Jacob's thighs now that he slips it on again. It's not exactly warm, but that's not the intention. The intention is to deny Hellboy the sight of him until Jacob chooses to share it.

He picks up the lube, all of it, and sits down on the edge of the bed, level with Hellboy's knees. From there he begins to open one of the packets, letting the cold, thick liquid dribble over Hellboy's cock, watching it flow over that ruby-red skin.]

You look amazing, so hard for me. When I saw you in the street, painted with all those free samples? I never thought I'd be able to get it in.

[ When Jacob slides off him to fetch his shirt off the cold floor, Hellboy comes close to regretting going along with this burgeoning idea. He follows the sight of the younger man pulling that fabric around him with hungry eyes, amazed at the way it makes the glimpses of his muscled backside and the curve of his cock underneath the hem look all the more tantalising for being covered up.

He flinches a little at the application of the chilly lube, gritting his teeth as it covers his perpetually warm skin. ]

Yeah? [ He lets out a short breath, fingers gripping the iron bars. ] You.. you did, though.

[He knows it's cold. It's much colder for Hellboy, who runs so much hotter than everyone else. But Jacob's hand curls around his cock to begin stroking, spreading the lube from root to tip, letting his fingers slide over the pronounced vein on the underside, following the arch. Hopefully, that warms him up a little.]

I did. And I'm going to again, tonight. At the pace I pick. And you're going to lay there, and let me fuck myself on you.

[His fingers caress down again, languid, as if he has all the time in the world, letting his fingertips brush against Hellboy's balls, enjoying the heat and the heaviness of them against his palm.]

But if you were my sub, you'd have to get used to being the one fucked sometimes. We'd have to start you slow, but I know it can feel so good to have something in you while you fuck someone.

Jeez -- [ The curse falls from Hellboy's lips as much from Jacob's words as the slow stroke of his hand, which is enough to make his hips lift a little from the bed, eagerly pushing back into that palm, beads of pre-come rolling down from the crown.

When the younger man's touch dips lower between his thighs, he hisses out a breath, his hands tightening on the bed but not stopping him, trying to encourage him further if anything. There's something in surrendering himself like this that feels thrilling, his heart already racing just at the idea of Jacob taking total control of him, riding him or fucking him hard and fast for as long as he wants.

He looks down his body, following the passage of Jacob's hand, the muscles in his forearm when his sleeve falls back. ]

You make it.. ah -- you make it look good.

[ Jacob pauses, his hand lingering just below the bulge of the head, letting the stream of pre-come dribble over his skin, such a sight that he has to fight the urge to lean forward and lick it up.

But this is not about him. Not entirely. He watches Hellboy carefully, examining his reaction to the suggestion, wondering how inclined he is to give it a try. He doesn't want to make a big deal of it, doesn't want it to be something that Hellboy thinks too long on.]

It is good, love. Do you want to try?

[ His fingers stroke again, going back to that steady pace, as if to say no matter what Hellboy wants, Jacob will look after him, Jacob will make sure he enjoys himself. ]

[ He can't help the soft breath of neediness when Jacob's hand stops on him, his dick pulsing in the younger man's palm, but he pulls it together enough to concentrate. He meets Jacob's eyes where he's sitting down between the spread of his knees. ]

Sure, yeah. Yeah. [ It's an impulsive decision, not thought out, but he can't deny that he does want it, wants to explore this, and he trusts Jacob. He rocks his hips up a little into that stroking touch, unable to stop himself moving, wanting more. ]

[ Jacob's mouth forms a pleased grin, leaning down and pressing a kiss on to Hellboy's hip. He knows that it's a decision based on trust, curiosity, and the ache in Hellboy's dick. But Jacob's made decisions on only one or two of those decisions before that have turned out great, including throwing him together with Hellboy. He's also made some truly horrendous decisions based on those three things, but now is not the time to go into that.

His fingers continue to stroke, and will do now while the other had focuses on a different task. Namely, grabbing another packet of lube, bringing it to his mouth to tear it open with his teeth, and dripple the contents over Hellboy's balls. The empty packet is tossed away before that hand comes back, cradling and rolling them again to get his fingers slick.]

We're going to go slow with you. At first. Get you used to it, get you feeling like you want more. If you wanna stop, you tell me and we'll stop. Just for a bit or completely. Okay love?

[ He can already feel that some of the lube, wet and velvet-soft, is already making it's way down beyond Hellboy's balls, in part helped out by Jacob's hand. His fingers will follow, once he has Hellboy's assent.]

[ Hellboy hasn't always put much stock in thinking things through. He doesn't always have the luxury of time before he needs to take action, choosing between throwing himself into the fray and watching whatever it is get worse by several magnitudes of order. He's used to going in headfirst, careless of the consequences, and he already knows that following this philosophy with Jacob has yielded results he doesn't regret at all.

He concentrates on trying not to move around too much, sensing that Jacob wants him to stay right where he is, though the temptation to push up into those long slow strokes is strong. It only gets worse when he's coated with more lube, cold and slippery as it slides down over his balls and between his legs, some dripping down onto his tail. The tip twitches and curls, stirring up the blankets. ]

Yeah, just -- don't stop yet. [ He hitches a tight breath as Jacob's fingers wander lower, tipping his head back against the pillows. ]

Not going to stop. Not unless you tell me.

[ Which includes the movement of his hand over Hellboy's cock. He's never actually been able to close his whole hand around it, bit that doesn't seem to matter when he can see how much pleasure those strokes are giving. He wants to build on that not detract from it, wants to introduce Hellboy to something good and intense that doesn't have to replace what they do, or change it, simply add to all the ways they can get off together.]

If I had a tail, I would have fucked myself on it a long time ago. Must be why I don't have one, can't be trusted.

[ As one hand strokes, the other caresses, gently moving down beyond the heavy balls and down the cleft of his cheeks, not pressing too close, letting the big guy just acclimatise. Another slow couple of strokes and then the gentle movement of one finger, slick and warm, against the tight plucker. Brushing against clenched muscles, drawing slow circles around them.]

That feel alright? You're so tight.

[ Jacob's comments draw a slightly breathless chuckle from Hellboy as he lies back, trying to relax. He's a physically sensitive guy when he's worked up, for all he spends a lot of his time getting pummelled and thrown through walls, and the hands moving over him are almost too much to bear without being able to do anything about it.

He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat as Jacob's fingertips move down beyond his balls. It's not a bad feeling, but it is different, more intimate, though not unwelcome as it sends a new kind of urgency and need running through him. He angles his hips up a little, automatically seeking more. ]

Yeah. [ He drags his gaze down from the ceiling and looks at the younger man. ] I can take it.

I know. But I want you to enjoy taking it.

[ This isn't about enduring anything, but maybe the way Hellboy lifts his hips for more is an indication that he is already finding some pleasure in it. So Jacob continues the gentle exploration, slowly rubbing his finger against those muscles until Hellboy seems to have relaxed enough for Jacob to ease in.

There's a difference in size at play here, of which Jacob is well aware. Hellboy is larger than average, Jacob smaller. That might work a little in his favour here, might mean he won't be too much too soon. If anything, he'd have to work harder to make it good. But he thinks he can rise to that challenge.

Especially as he other hand is still stroking over Hellboy's cock, keeping the rhythm steady. His fist is a loose circle below the head, where he's able to get more of his hand around it, working those last few inches, and letting Hellboy thrust up into his hand if he wants to.]

You look so fucking good love, can't wait to be buried in you.

Edited 2021-02-02 02:34 (UTC)

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