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[nothinglikefather]

[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.

[redrighthanded]

[ 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?

[nothinglikefather]

[ 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.