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[ 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.

[ The threat draws a slightly breathless growl from Hellboy, his left hand reaching the nape of the younger man's neck, though he doesn't force him back down, just buries his fingers in his hair as he gets his breath back. He can feel a desperate pulse in his dick, the slick release of pre-come a deeper heat along the slide of Jacob's inner walls. ]

No, I need -- [ He shifts a tiny bit, pushing up, letting Jacob feel how needy he is, how close to the edge. How easily he could take what he wants, but how much he's holding himself back. ] C'mon, I need more than that. Please.

[ He can feel the temptation of it, the way Hellboy could just take what he wants, but Jacob know he won't. He knows that no matter how much his dick twitches and how much he aches, he won't ever force Jacob.

And knowing that? Jacob let's himself relax and ease down, a soft moan spilling from him until he's down almost all the way. His fingers bite into Hellboy's shoulders and he leans in to kiss him, needing just that moment as he's forced open, far deeper than those fingers had been.]

Can't deny you anything.

[ Although as soon as he's said that, his lips lift again, pulling up and feeling the glorious friction as he forces himself back down again, breath hitching as he does it again, and again, finding a rhythm to the movements.]

Yeah, that's it -- [ Hellboy cuts himself off with a groan against the younger man's mouth as Jacob slides down, taking him in almost to the hilt, all tightness and heat and the need to keep moving.

His left hand settles back on Jacob's hip as he starts rocking up on him, both keeping him in place and offering a support as he feels the tremble in his limbs. He leans in to kiss him again as he starts to speed up, heated and hungry, exchanging harsh breaths and sighs that are half moans, half curses because it feels so good to be used like this, for someone else's pleasure, a way for Jacob to spin out and come undone as hard and fast as he wants.

The chair creaks under them but holds. Hellboy spreads his thighs a little so he can meet the rolls of Jacob's hips, lifting up on the downstroke to bury himself as deeply as he can, fingertips digging into him as the pace picks up. ]

[ The way Hellboy says those words, the way he spreads his legs so he can shift his hips in reply to Jacob's own does something to him. He had been prepared to go as torturously slow as he could stand but just as he said, he can't deny Hellboy anything.

And while he sets the pace, the roll of those strong hips as they meet his forces Hellboy's incredible cock in deeper and faster than Jacob had intended. But he makes sure, as best he can, that he doesn't take every inch. Not yet. He won't do that until he doesn't have the energy or the will to fuck himself on Hellboy's dick anymore.

But from the way the muscles in his thighs twitch and his cock soaps against his skin with each movement, it won't be long until Jacob comes. Not when the pressure inside him is so good and he's got Hellboy holding onto him, telling him how much he likes it.]

Call me, call me that again.

[ And if Hellboy does, if he says Jacob's a good boy, then that pace is going to grow wild fast, as Jacob chases an orgasm he desperately wants, taking Hellboy all the way to the base, only lifting himself up a few thick inches before sinking back down with a low happy groan.]

[ As deep inside him as he is, Hellboy can feel that tension rising in Jacob, the ripple of it through his muscles. He draws tight fans across Jacob's hip with his thumb, the fingers of his right hand half-splayed across his back as he follows the rise and fall of his body. He's distracted, lost in sensation, and almost doesn't realise what Jacob's asking.

He does, though, after a moment, and grins hard as he slips his left hand down between them instead, seeking and finding the hard arch of Jacob's cock as it slides into his hand. He doesn't jerk him off so much as just keeps his hand there, letting the younger man fuck his fist as he moves. ]

You gonna be a good boy for me, huh? Come for me, sweetheart.

Yes, yours. All yours!

[ He half sobs at the overwhelming sensation, full to bursting and still riding, lifting and fucking himself on the hard twitching dick inside him even as Hellboy's hand encompasses him. It's enough to take him over the edge, his motions fast and utterly without rhythm as he comes, clinging hard to the other man as he does so.

And yet he doesn't stop, not quite yet. He doesn't have the energy to move as much, but he still rocks their bodies together, wanting to be the good boy Hellboy desires, wanting to earn that sweetheart. Hellboy let's him have so much, makes him come so hard, makes him feel safe and content despite how screwed up this place truly is. Even if the only way he can repay it right now is by groaning the man's name, begging for Hellboy's own load.]

Yeah, there you go, c'mon -- [ Murmuring encouragement, Hellboy watches his face as Jacob works himself up and over that crest, spilling hot and wet into his hand and clenching hard enough around his cock to pull a groan from him as well. He doesn't think he's ever going to get tired of making a guy like Jacob unravel like that. It feels like a privilege just to touch him, to be trusted by him that much.

When he subsides a little, Hellboy leans in to kiss the hollow of his throat where the submissive mark runs dark down his skin, then manages with a small amount of effort to heave himself to his feet, hands slotted under the younger man's thighs.

Thankfully he doesn't have far to go, just enough to turn and lean down to set Jacob on his back on top of the table, barely noticing the empty bottles that are sent rolling off to clatter onto the floor or the papers that are scattered by their movement. Encouraging his thighs apart a little, he kisses him again before straightening up and starting to thrust into him, a slow and even rhythm at first. ]

[ The shift is unexpected but far from unwanted. He gasps, the act of standing forcing Hellboy's cock into him at a different angle and Jacob finds himself on his back on the table, bottles crashing and papers sticking to the sweat on his back.

Not that he cares. Not when that thrusting begins and he tips his head back, thumping on the table as he spreads his legs as best he can, the muscles still trembling. But he's strong, used to climbing buildings and gripping with his legs, and so to curl his leg around Hellboy's hip is nothing. Of course, there's the base of his tail there, and Jacob gives it a little nudge with the side of his foot.]

Should have... wrapped it 'round my cock. Kept your hands free.

[ And then he's groaning again and rolling his hips back to meet the thrusts, eyes closing.]

Oh fuck oh fuck Hellboy-

[ Hellboy can't resist stroking his slightly slippery palm down the inside of Jacob's thigh where it's pressed up against him, rolling his palm over his balls and the length of his dick, as if in awe of the body spread out in front of him. ]

Maybe next time. [ He makes the promise in a low gravel rumble, rocking with a steady pace into him. He's not so close that he can't slow down a little, letting go of some of that desperate heat, enjoying the chance to work himself up again and luxuriating in his plaint and willing partner. ]

Feel so good. [ He slides his hand up over Jacob's belly, spreading his fingers over sweat damp skin. The table creaks and thumps a little against the wall with each thrust. ]

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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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