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[ 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)

[ Before Duplicity it has been a long time since he was touched in any way except for the occasional handshake or grab of eldritch arms or clinging fingers during a fight. Certainly nothing like this, no tenderness or affection to make it gentle, no lust sending sparks shivering up through his body. Since arriving in the city he's felt a little like a starving man being sat down at a feast, unable, sometimes, to contemplate his own vast luck at what he's been given.

But there are times, like now, when he becomes more aware of that disparity of experience, of the fact that he's still fairly new to so many of these sensations, or at least without the practice to make it graceful. He makes a low noise, almost a whine, as Jacob pushes against the tightness of his hole, wanting it and not wanting it at the same time, but the former wins out as he eases inside.

The way the younger man is still touching his dick helps, almost too much, especially when his hand moves up and over that more sensitive ridge. He hitches in a breath, reaching up to touch the back of Jacob's wrist with his left hand. ]

You -- jeez, babe, if you don't stop I'm gonna lose it before you even.. do anything else.

[ As Hellboy well knows, affection and tenderness are not something Jacob was exposed to before he came to the city. His experiences were rough and ready and often fleeting without an exchange of names or pleasantries. This city is a stark contrast, and the sheer amount of kindness he's recieved here from various lovers has him giving away his heart far too easily.

He's learnt so much in the relatively short time he's been here, about aftercare and foreplay and all the rest of it, and he knows that it makes everything better than a hard, brutal fuck in the back of a carriage. He wants it to be the best it can be, with Hellboy. He wants this to feel amazing, to make Hellboy want to do it again. Maybe with other people, maybe just with Jacob. Maybe he's just gone soft and soppy, but he's only human.

What isn't soft is Hellboy's cock, and Jacob feels him twitch and throb as he continues stroking.]

You can come love. This time, you can come when you like, as much as you like. Next time, you can't until I tell you, until I'm balls deep in you.

[ He might not even hold Hellboy to that. His finger sinks in a little further, letting muscles relax around him, before pulling back and pressing in again, letting Hellboy feel it, before carefully, Jacob eases in a second finger to spread him all the more.]

[ When Jacob keeps his hand moving, Hellboy lets his head fall back again with a rumbling groan. He could easily reach out and stop him, but his reassurance is as intoxicating as his touch, the affection behind his words making them sink further into him, like warm stones dropped into a bath. Spread out like this, it might be easy to feel vulnerable, but under Jacob's capable hands he feels only wanted, needed, in a way that's still new enough to make his heart ache.

He wants, without question, for it to be good for Jacob as well, for the younger man to be able to feel as wanted as he does. But it's difficult to know how to achieve that, so he grasps what Jacob clearly wants him to do, trying to be as good at it as he can.

It's easy, at least, to give himself over to those fingers working inside him, suspending him on the line between comfort and need, each ring of muscle seeming to send aftershocks through him as it's massaged and pressed against. His breath hitches and his tail slaps the side of the bed, back arching a little as a particularly deep stroke coincides with the slide of those slick fingers over the head of his cock, and being given permission -- ]

Ja -- Jacob, ah -- [ He gasps out the younger man's name, the bedframe creaking when his fists tighten around it, and his release hits him hard and sudden, surprising himself a little with its intensity as his dick throbs and splatters his chest and stomach with thick ropes of come, leaking and dripping down over Jacob's hand as his hips twitch through it, muscles clenching hard around his fingers.

After a few breathless moments of tension, he subsides, able to regain a little awareness, though the feeling of being stretched and the touch on his dick hasn't stopped being welcome. Breathing hard, he closes his eyes, trying to work himself between one hand and the other. ] Shit, don't stop.

[ It's so very good for Jacob already, he doesn't need more than what he's already been given, the trust between them between than any touch. He doesn't want a hand or anything else working him, doesn't need that to feel the pleasure inside him build. The sight of Hellboy stretched out like this, the heat around his fingers, in his hand, the gasps of his name. They are the only thing he wants. This is Hellboy, giving himself over, putting his pleasure in Jacob's hands, trusting him with something new, something frightening.]

Feels good, doesn't it?

[He knows it does, he knows the toe-curling pleasure. But they aren't done yet. Jacob's fingers still thrust, slow and measured, sinking deeper against the tightness after Hellboy's orgasm, until the tight muscles relax again, and he can go back to teasing and tracing shapes against sensitive nerves.]

Not going to stop love. Although I want to lick you clean, and it's very tempting.

[He'll make do with just bringing his other hand to his mouth to lick off a stripe, before going back to slow, loose strokes. It might soon become too much, but until then he's going to keep going, pleasure from within and without. Hellboy's hips are doing so well, lifting himself up into Jacob's hand and then sinking back onto his fingers. It really is such a beautiful thing to watch.]

[ In the wake of his release he's simultaneously relaxed and over-sensitive, his nerves drenched with the need to keep going and the edge of something uncomfortable, though it gets easier with every pass of Jacob's fingers inside him. He finds himself starting to want more, something heavier and thicker than fingers alone, wanting a more powerful need behind those movements. ]

Jacob -- [ He sighs his name this time, eyes opening in golden slits to look down his body at the younger man. Needing that deeper connection, wanting him between his legs and close enough that he can kiss him as they rock together. ] Please.

[There's a note in Hellboy's voice, not exactly pleading, but a hint of need that Jacob recognises and understands. He wasn't expecting to hear it, not so soon, not tonight, but he's not about to deny it. The shirt he pulled on hides the fact he's hard, leaking down the length of his cock, just as it was meant to. This wasn't about him, and it still isn't.]

Alright love, but same rules apply. You want to stop, we stop.

[And with that, the shirt is cast to the side again (he's not that selfless, he wants to feel as much skin on skin as he can) and he tears open another sachet of lube, stroking it over himself. A second later he's on the bed properly, between the scarlet thighs and guiding himself against that spread ring of muscle. Gentle, slow, the slow press forward, opening Hellboy up gradually, keeping the other hand on Hellboy's hip.]

Jesus, Hellboy- [He groans softly once he's as deep as he can be, managing a lopsided, pleased grin down at the man beneath him.] You can let go of the bed. If you don't touch me I think I'll scream.

[ As reassuring as Jacob is, Hellboy has no intention of wanting to stop any time soon. Since arriving in the city he's found himself in the middle of all sorts of new experiences, things long denied him at home, from the kind of casual affection he's always craved to discoveries about his body and himself that have him feeling, at times, a little drunk, almost addicted to exploring those depths. He feels it now, an eagerness that could probably be chalked up as much to inexperience as the man kneeling between his legs, though he knows it's mostly the latter, the strength of feeling behind Jacob's touches making them more meaningful.

He sighs as Jacob notches himself against him, already anticipating the stretch of it, and it's just how he'd imagined, a faint burn of protesting muscles but nothing his body can't handle, healing around it even as Jacob presses inside. It feels good, really good, to be joined with Jacob like this, to feel his warmth claiming him. He lifts his knees a little, instinctively, wanting to be fucked as deeply as possible. ]

Ah, God -- [ He doesn't need to be told twice to let go, unwrapping his hands and reaching the left towards Jacob, fingertips skating over his arm and shoulder. ] C'mere.

[He leans in, closer to Hellboy, hip against hip, rocking slow and steady. It feels so good, the intense heat around him, virgin tight, but so eager and ready, trying to move and accept more. His hands plant either side, pressing down, feeling the spent heat of Hellboy's cock against his belly, stretching up as best he can to press kisses against Hellboy's collar, and then nip fast-healing welts into his flesh on his way up to try and press their mouths together. He knows the marks won't last, they'll fade the moment he pulls away, but that's not important. They're just meant to heighten all that sensation, give Hellboy something else to focus on, apart from the way he's being fucked.]

I'm here love. All here, 'kay? You just give enjoy it.

[Because now that Hellboy seems to be adjusted to it, to the fullness of Jacob inside of him, he can move more freely, actually try to get to a pace that is even better than this, a rhythm natural and easy, something he can keep up for as long as they like, until it's too much.]

You tell me what you like, if you want slower, harder, faster. I want you to like this, as much as I like fucking you.

[ The nips of Jacob's teeth are bright flares of brief pain, not unpleasant, just a different sensation in the tidal surge of feeling that's being opened up and brought down into him with each movement of the younger man's body. It's intense, but good, the physical experience enhanced by the knowledge that he's letting Jacob do this, that Jacob wants to do this.

Instinctively, he lifts his legs slightly, hoofed feet in the air, at once aware and not caring at all over the image it must make of a big guy like him trying to contort himself into a pleasurable shape. But all he wants to do is have more of Jacob inside him, to let that rhythm build. As he leans over, the slide of his dick over Jacob's belly makes him groan and he tries to get as much of his arm around him as he can, his size and weight making the flexibility difficult, but yearning for it anyway. His tail curves up between Jacob's legs, looping to press against the young assassin's backside and over his hips as they move. ]

Harder. Faster. [ He repeats the words with breathless eagerness, tilting his head back as he groans again. ] Jesus. Is it -- is it like this when I.. with you?

[ He wants to do it, he wants to do everything and anything with Hellboy that will be fun, that will make his heart leap in his chest, be it rolling around naked together or exploring the lost and forgotten tunnels of Isu sites, or tracking chupacabra on a side of the globe Jacob's never seen. Not that they can, here, but it would be a great adventure if they could. As it is, they'll have to deal with this place, which is a lot less exciting and a whole lot more like an unpleasant chore that they have to see through.

As Hellboy's legs shift, Jacob lets his hands drift down again, tracing the shape of his hip and down, helping Hellboy find a place where he can be comfortable, enjoy himself. Whatever he might think he looks like, Jacob only sees the pleasure in his face, the sweat on his chest and he thinks it's glorious, lips catching the tang of salt off his skin with every sign of enjoyment.

And he doesn't stop, his thrusts still rolling forward, sinking deeper and then pulling back, the pace one he could probably keep up for a while yet. But if Hellboy wants harder and faster, he'll get it. There's a low noise from Jacob as he takes it up a gear, forcing himself right to the root into Hellboy, pulling back and then straight back in again, the friction building and his balls twitching. When Hellboy's tail strokes up against him, he groans breathlessly, shifting forward and trying to press his mouth as close to Hellboy's own as he can, trying to snatch a kiss.]

Yeah, like this. But you're better.

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