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[ If Hellboy had continued to tease him, Jacob might well have protested and taken matters into his own hands. But as it is, with the hand that slides between fabric and skin, he finds himself inclined to be merciful and help. After all, he doesn't want to lose all of the buttons... but having his clothes torn off him does excite him more than it should.

The teasing finger feels good, but it's not enough to distract him from unbuttoning enough to free his arms and shoulders and then peel it down his torso, letting the fabric hang down at his hips because, at this point, he has better things to do. Like guide that right hand around to his ass, enjoying the fact that one hand covers him almost completely. And then he can free both of his own hands, run them over Hellboy's chest, scratching his nails down over his skin. ]

At some point, I'm going to let you rip all my clothes off me. But I think I'll need to wind you up first.

Yeah? [ Hellboy's content to let himself be guided, setting the wide warm stone of his palm against the younger man's ass. He spreads the fingers of his left hand over Jacob's stomach, rubbing gently up over his ribs, across his pecs like he's trying to memorise what he feels like, or just losing himself in the topography of all of that warm muscle. ]

How would you wind me up, huh?

[ His hand slides down as he asks, back between Jacob's legs but underneath his clothes this time. ]

[ Jacob's grin becomes wicked and he leans in, lips brushing against Hellboy's ear, his fingers leaving red, warm skin to hook into his own clothing. His voice is low and soft, as fabric pools around his feet and he kicks it away, so he's naked and unashamed, Hellboy still dressed before him, like a king on a throne.]

They have toys here. Things I've never seen before. Things to spread you and fill you up and no one would know they were there. I want one, in me, under my clothes, and I want us to go drinking. And you're going to know it's there, and I'm wishing it was your cock. And maybe I'll blow you, maybe I won't. But by the end of the night I'll be begging you.

[ He pulls back, pressing himself against the stone hand, his breathing already hard, cock leaking against the finger tips that touch him now. ]

So you think that might work?

[ Hellboy hums thoughtfully as his fingers close around that hard cock, stroking gently, his thumb gliding through the slickness at the tip, nudging at Jacob's foreskin a little.

The idea of having Jacob like that, fully clothed and needy, unable to do anything about it except feel that desire and the fake cock inside him, is thrilling in a way Hellboy's never considered before. That idea of being needed, wanted so desperately appeals to him.

Giving a crooked smile, he leans forward to nuzzle Jacob's belly again, then further down until he can kiss that hard shaft, softly. ]

Sounds pretty good. [ Another kiss, then leaning back to pass his tongue over the head of Jacob's dick, glancing up at his face as he does so. ] You think you'd be able to last all night?

[Jacob's hips shift, undulating forward, the hand that strokes him doing wonderful, wanton and wicked things. He trembles a little, breath leaving him in a sigh, as he watches every movement. The smile, the soft nudge of Hellboy's face against his skin which makes his stomach do backflips, and then the way red lips brush his cock.

He groans, not bothering to even try and hold it back. He's been imagining Hellboy against him, above him, in him since he'd pushed the beds together, and he's waited, eager for it, since then. It's been hours, and he's only now getting the hint of relief.

The question snaps his focus away from the press of heat and wetness against his dick, makes him think, makes him just want to climb into Hellboy's lap now and take him.]

Don't want to last. What you to fuck me until I don't know which way is up, and I can't come anymore.

Good.

[ Hellboy's voice is a low, pleased rumble of sound. He laps at the head of Jacob's cock again, enjoying the taste of him, salty and sweet, trying to figure out what will satisfy the younger man most. He may be a quick learner and good at navigating on instinct, but he'd be the first to admit he's new at this. As much as he can tell Jacob wants to hurry things up, he's tempted to draw this out a little, inspired by that fantasy, liking the idea of him keen and desperate and hungry.

He slips his left hand down between Jacob's legs, palm rolling over his balls for a few moments as he keeps teasing his dick, pushing his thighs apart a little before reaching back to rub two blunt fingertips up between his cheeks.

Leaning back again, he tilts his head and looks up at him. ]

Kinda like the idea of you out in public like that. Nobody else knowing who you're thinking about.

[ As keen as he is, he can sense the pace here, can read that this is going to be different than before, when the fever had one or both of them in its grip. This is different, this is new ground. He feels exposed somehow, raw but there's nothing here that he's fearful of. He likes it, being... himself. Nothing but himself.

His chest heaves, taking deep breaths, trying to fill his lungs but each touch sends waves of frozen fire through him- the touch to his balls, the press of Hellboy's mouth, the fingers that press against him, thick and firm. It's enough to make his legs feel weak again, and he reaches out to wrap his arms around Hellboy's shoulders, needing him, needing the support. ]

You have to be the one to put it in me. I want it to be you. I want every movement, every time my cock twitches, to make me wish it was you.

[ Jacob's words feel close enough to a prayer for Hellboy to be left without a response, except for a soft noise of gratitude and pleasure as the younger man curves forward into him. He leans up a little to kiss him, trying to work out how to repay him for what he wants, how to live up to that while he's still figuring it all out.

For now, he circles and presses gently against Jacob's hole as they kiss, not trying to work himself into him yet, just letting him feel the possibility between hot breaths on his cheek. ]

Look at you. [ His tone as he murmurs against Jacob's mouth is fond and satisfied. He pushes a little more insistently. ] Bet you could come right here. Where's the stuff you had before? [ Because he's pretty sure, as much as he wants it, Jacob wouldn't thank him for trying anything without enough preparation. ]

[ Hellboy shouldn't worry about living up to any fantasy, Jacob's words are just titillation to get both of them to the point where they ache for it, where Jacob can't help but tremble when Hellboy's hands are everywhere on him. The press of them against him is enough to make him groan, pressing himself back as if he might just try to take them without anything to ease the way. Really he wants the heat, the blissful stretch of Hellboy in him.]

Nightstand. Don't move.

[He kisses, wet and needy, pressing their mouths back together with almost too much force, and then breaks away. The air is cold, outside of the bubble of heat that radiated between them, and as he grabs what they need, he curses the fact that he didn't get the stuff out beforehand, or spread himself out while he waited.

Then he's back, pressing himself up against Hellboy to try and sap his warmth, shivering for two reasons, although in truth rooms as cold as this aren't unfamiliar. But having someone to warm up with still is.

The next kiss is just as hungry, as the packets are pressed into Hellboy's palm.]

Go slow. I want to be begging you.

[ Hellboy doesn't have to be told to stay where he is, watching Jacob cross the room with a hungry and appreciative gaze. He's pretty sure if the guy was in a different time he'd be modelling for marble statues of Apollo and Dionysus, or maybe just sprawled out on a fur rug in some oil painting somewhere.

While he's away, he takes the chance to finish opening his shorts, pulling his own achingly hard cock out with a muted exhalation of relief, rubbing his hand over it almost absently as Jacob returns, feeling quite Dionysian himself, almost drunk on the sensations of being wanted and wanting in return.

He accepts the packets of lube and chases that kiss back with a grunt. He tears the packets open with indiscriminate teeth and squeezes them, dropping them onto the floor once their contents coat his fingers and his palm. It's cold, but he knows it'll warm quickly on his skin, and doesn't hesitate to reach around to find Jacob's ass again, parting his cheeks and coating him in a generous swipe of lube before he resumes that rhythmic pressure at his hole. His right hand lifts up against his back to hold him in place as he starts to push into him, gently, and slowly as requested. ]

[Alas, Jacob was born far too late to enjoy the hedonistic desires of Ancient Greece and Rome, and too late for the Grand Tour when all things neoclassical was once more en vogue. While Lord Byron as his set might have declared their love for many beautiful young men of the Mediterranean, Jacob Frye would never be amongst them, nor be a muse for their romantic poetry, nor be the Adonis left broken-hearted when their lover returned home. For the best no doubt, considering how much he dislikes high society.

This is better. There are no dreams of grandeur here, only lust, base and unashamed. He wants everything Hellboy's kisses promise him, wants to feel every inch of him. He doesn't want to be a cold and unfeeling marble statue, he wants to be a real, warm body with desires and needs, looking for another warm body to complete him.

He presses up against the red-hot skin when those fingers slide over him, and then begin to slide within. He's glad of the hand at his back, keeping him close, almost holding him up as he fights to keep his breath slow and steady, and it means he can focus just on that feeling. It's good, even with the momentary resistance his body offers, his head tilting forwards to rest against Hellboy's own, forehead to forehead- or as best as he can with the base of those horns in the way.]

You decided how you want me? In the chair? Over the table?

[He asks as his hands smooth down, over Hellboy's chest again, to feel the steady thump of his heart. It's wonderful, the slow press of his fingers, his attention, and Hellboy's reaction to his words. He's not yet losing his mind, even if his toes curl, but he can tell that at some point tonight he won't even know who he is anymore. ]

[ Marble or not, Jacob's skin is too tempting for Hellboy to resist. He turns his head slightly to kiss the curve of his jaw, nuzzling against his throat as his finger works into Jacob's ass, the tight grip and heat of him enough to make his dick jump a little, already wet across the dark red tip with the thought of having that pressure sliding down around him. ]

Here, in my lap. [ He breathes the words against the side of Jacob's neck, pulling him a little closer with his right hand to get a better angle so he can push deeper, slow circular movements to open him up, testing that resistance before he adds a second fingertip. ] At first. Then we'll see.

[ Hellboy's lips along his throat as something he will never be tired of. He sighs happily, eyes closing, even when the finger tips working him gasp and his own hands press against Hellboy's chest, palms against pectorals, keeping him from pitching forward.

It takes a moment, just a moment, for him to regain himself enough to move. Wordlessly he plants himself in Hellboy's lap, feeling that hot, thick dick leak against his skin, and ignoring the protests of the chair. And because he can, he shifts his hips in time to Hellboy's rhythm, back against his fingers, and then sliding himself against his cock, his own throbbing too. The friction is a glorious thing, building slowly.]

It's good, like this. Being in your lap.

[ Close, Jacob's head bowing to find his lover's mouth again, to kiss him as he hums a low note of pleasure.]

[ It's good that the chair doesn't collapse, both for the sake of their dignity and because Hellboy doesn't think he could stop this even if he was sitting in a pile of splinters. He groans a little against Jacob's mouth as the younger man moves against him, his dick bumping and sliding over Jacob's stomach.

He rotates his fingers slightly, still moving them in lazy thrusts into him, enjoying the slick sounds and the noise of Jacob's breathing, the soft ache of his own restraint, the knowledge that he'll have him soon. ]

Like having you like this. [ The ability to form full sentences is rapidly diminishing. Hellboy licks into Jacob's mouth and pushes deeper, past the second knuckle. ] All spread out for me.

[ It doesn't collapse yet. But as they get going, who knows? Especially as Jacob's hips buck at the change to those thrusts, losing the steady pattern he had fallen into and gasping into the kiss. The eager movements are harder to resist now, sliding down again the press of fingers, lifting to grind his cock against Hellboy's own, feeling sweat and slick pre-come ease the way.

And then, summoning everything he can, he pulls up, away from those fingers, feeling them leave his stretched hole and the lube against his thighs. ]

I want to ride you. Now. Don't want to wait.

Nah. [ Hellboy lifts his right hand and lays the weight of that warm stone across Jacob's shoulders, encouraging him back down. If Jacob pushes back against him, he'll relent, but for now he wants to sink his fingers back into that tight hole and teach him something about trying to pull away before Hellboy is ready to let him go. ]

Thought you said you wanted to beg for it.

[ There is a moment, a second, when Jacob looks at those molten gold eyes and seems to consider pressing against the hand on his shoulders, just to see how far he can push, to see who will back down first. But there's something about the strength in Hellboy's hand, the weight of it, and the way he radiates quiet power that Jacob likes more than he knows how to say. As much as he likes pushing limits, he also likes being praised when he does well.

Besides, it's hardly a terrible thing to submit to, being slowly fucked on those talented fingers, letting Hellboy ruin him little by little until there's nothing he wants more than to bounce on that fat cock.

He looks away, a mockery of a demure debutante, and sinks back against the lube-slicked fingers, and presses his face into Hellboy's shoulder, lips pressing against his skin. ]

I want to beg.

[ Hellboy turns his head slightly to plant a kiss in the slightly sweaty fall of Jacob's hair, taking a long inhale of his scent. ]

Mmm. Good boy. [ He brings his right arm to drape carefully over Jacob's shoulders, shifting a little on the chair so he can hold him close to his chest, his own cock slick and hard between them, sliding over Jacob's own whenever he moves.

He slips two blunt fingertips down the cleft of the younger man's ass before dipping into him again, slowly again at first, twisting and turning his hand as he sinks it up to the knuckles into Jacob's body. He works him like that for a few thrusts, pushing deep and pulling almost all the way out, then adds a third finger. ]

How's that feel, huh?

[ Those words shouldn't do that, they shouldn't send a spike through him that makes his cock leak and his cheeks flush, but there's nothing he can do to stop it. Anyone else who called him that? Anyone else who called him boy? He'd fight them, bite back against it, especially when at every other point it's been used to belittle him by those who look down on him and everything he is.

This is different, even without the fingers tracing that sensitive path downward, it would be different. Hellboy makes it different. It's not mocking, the words aren't used to hurt. It's appreciation, as simple as that. And it makes him just want to curl into Hellboy somehow, and make him say it again.

The shift of fingers isn't enough to rid him of that strange pleasure, a fire that burns warm and bright inside him that has nothing to do with lust, but the two in tandem? It has Jacob writhing, filled in a way that he welcomes, spread and ready, taking him easily. The third finger, when it comes, makes him gasp sharply, his hand moving to hold on tight to Hellboy's shoulder. But he still takes it, rolling his hips back for more.]

'S so much. 'S good. Don't stop.

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[ With Jacob held up against him, he can feel every hitch of the younger man's breath, every tremble and shiver, left wondering if it's the race of his own heart or Jacob's as he works his fingers into him. It feels good to have control like this, powerful in a way that has very little to do with fighting or punching his way out of a bad situation. And it's good, too, to chase something they both want while they're not dosed with anything, knowing it's need and desire as honest as they can make it.

Humming a low rumble of sound, he starts to rock his own hips a little in time with the push of his hand, enjoying the slide of his cock over damp sweaty skin. He turns his head slightly to lick and set his teeth to the column of Jacob's neck, still moving in a slow but steady rhythm. It's testing his own patience as much as Jacob's now. ]

Tell me you want it. C'mon.

[ As the thrust of fingers continues, steady and deep, repetitive and strong, he's felt himself begin to come undone. His body has moved in time, gasping for breath as they thrust in, exhaling as they pull back, the pace becoming as natural as the rise and fall of the sun. His hips have moved in time and he no longer needs to even think about the motion.

He isn't even thinking about anything anymore, just feeling: his cock leaking and twitching, his hole stretched and filled. The only thing that disturbs the trance he's falling into is the lick and then the nip at his throat. His fingers clutch, holding tight, and groans.]

Want... want you. Want your cock. 'M ready. So ready for it. Please. Please, need it.

Mm. That's it. [ Hellboy could have held out longer, pulled the words out of him on whimpers and pleas, but he's starting to wonder if he could last that long with Jacob rocking and sighing in his lap, so tight and hot around his fingers.

Carefully, he pulls his fingers out, reaching down underneath the younger man to run lube-slick fingers over his own cock. It feels good after denying himself for so long and he sighs and shifts on the creaking chair as he lines himself up by feel and instinct so Jacob can sink down onto him. ]

There you go. [ He brushes kisses along Jacob's collarbone as he strokes himself a little, then settles his hand at the base of his dick. ] Show me how you wanted to ride it.

You... you had better hold on then.

[ To Jacob, to something, because he can't bear to be empty now, so wonderfully stretched and filled and opened up, now bereft of all of that. And even as he wants to just sink down on Hellboy right to the root, he also wants to put the man through that same delicious torture.

He feels the press of Hellboy's cock against him, less dexterous that fingers but thicker and hotter and in all ways different. It doesn't take much to align them and for Jacob to press himself down. Just a little, just to feel that resistance break like waves on the shore, and then the first inch is in him.

And he stops, breathing hard as he steadied himself, hands resting 9n Hellboy's shoulders as he lingers there, just like that, until he begins to sink down further. Three fingers relaxed him but the girth of those digits is nothing in comparison to the flare at the head of Hellboy's cock, and while he could force himself down, he wants that ache. ]

[ Obedient, Hellboy lets his hands drift to Jacob's hips, though he doesn't so much hold on to him as just frame his movements, letting the younger man move mostly uninhibited. It's his turn to groan as he feels Jacob open up for him, taking those first few inches achingly slowly, enough that Hellboy has to fight himself not to move or push up a little, seeking more. ]

Ah, God -- [ His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as Jacob pauses, holding them both on that edge for a few heartbeats before he keeps going. His left hand slides up over the younger man's back, stroking those wide shoulders, the curve of his spine as he moves over him, greedy for as much contact as he can get. ]

Jacob, you're -- ah, so God damn good.

[ That groan reverberates through Hellboy's chest, through his arms and thus into Jacob, and it feels wonderful, just like the fact Hellboy has to fight the desire to stay still and let Jacob take the lead. The fact that he does resist that urge earns him a pleased noise and Jacob let's himself sink a little further onto the other man, but only so far.]

This much is enough for you?

[ The words tremble almost as much as Jacob's thighs, the strain of keeping the pace so slow taking its toll. But those muscles are strong, and instead of giving out, he lifts his hips again, threatening to pull up and off. ]

Now you. You get to beg.

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and here we see a tag written by a historian

beautiful <3

Jacob would make a terrible model. Too fidgety

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