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[ 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. ]

[There's something wonderful about the slam of hips against his, utterly too much now but it just makes his eyes close and his breath comes in snatches, at least until that large hand cups him. Then his eyes open wide and his fingers try and find purchase on the edge of the table, a groan pulled from him as he shakes from far too much sensation.

Not that he wants Hellboy to stop. As the hand releases his dick, and slides his hand up Jacob's abdomen and stomach, the young man reaches out, grabbing the back of his hand, just to hold onto him, to have skin on skin as much as possible.

He gasps again, as the table hits the wall with force, rocking himself back against Hellboy as best he can, pinned as he is.]

Best hole you've fucked today?

[It's not said seriously, but he does find himself wanting to know, trying to tighten the muscles worked open by the thrusts of Hellboy's cock, trying to keep him in, buried deep.]

[ It's not technically their first time together like this, just the two of them unfettered by the chemical pull of Duplicity's machinations, but it still feels good to be clear-headed, to be able to savour the feeling and the sight of Jacob taking him. Hellboy splays his fingers under Jacob's palm, almost holding him down as he rolls his hips and sinks himself into that tight heat.

The question panted out between thrusts almost throws him and that clench around his cock makes his breathing hitch. ]

You're -- fuck. [ He arches his back and pushes in deep, then stays there, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, frowning and brows knitted above glowing eyes, suddenly fixated on making sure this is clear. He knows a little about what he assumes Jacob has been doing, the way he's been conducting himself, so ready to offer up his body for whatever reason he deems fit. ] Not that. Not just that. Understand?

[ For a moment, Jacob is waiting for that confirmation, for your you're the tightest thing I've ever fucked because even if it's not true, every guy knows how to answer that question, right? If they want to keep getting sex on tap, they answer in the affirmative.

But that's not what Hellboy says. Even though right now he has Jacob pinned, held down with the strong hand on his stomach and the weight of his hips locked against Jacob's own, he doesn't say what Jacob expects.

He looks up into Hellboy's face, floored by what the man says. Not just a hole to fuck. Not just something tight to come in.

The wave of emotion in him makes him almost sob, and he releases the table to grab Hellboy and pull him down for a desperate kiss, ignoring the salt water that streams from the corners of his eyes.]

[ Hellboy's half expecting a bit of an argument, maybe a sly quip back, but not the way Jacob's expression seems to crumple like someone just pulled the world out from under his feet. He's leaning forward almost before Jacob's reaching for him, ignoring the throb and ache of his dick for the moment. ]

Hey. Hey, it's okay, hey. [ He murmurs the reassurances against Jacob's mouth, kissing him and reaching up to touch his face, fingertips coming away wet, then reaching for his chest, trying to soothe something he's not sure he's caused. ] You wanna stop? You okay?

[ Jacob doesn't want Hellboy to pull away, for the kiss to stop while he has any breath in his lungs but the other man is stronger, and has the better leverage.]

Don't you dare stop! Don't you dare!

[ He tries to rock his hips back, tries to encourage Hellboy to thrust into him again, needing it.]

You aren't meant to say anything nice! Jesus-

[ He reaches for him again, wanting another kiss, but really just to have him close, foreheads pressed together. ]

How- [ He leans up for another kiss again. ] How is any one else meant to compare with you huh?

I.. I don't -- [ He returns those kisses willingly, rocking his hips as Jacob rises up against him, responding automatically to that need and hunger, though his brow is still furrowed with confusion.

He leans over him, arms braced on the table either side of Jacob's body. ]

I shouldn't say that kinda thing?

[ Jacob looks up at him, chest heaving and his face still streaked with the path of those tears, not knowing how to explain himself or the confusing jumble of feelings in the melting pot of his stomach.

This wasn't what he'd planned for. It was just some sexy words that built on all the other things they'd been saying, fuel for the fantasy. But then Hellboy had said that and Jacob felt...

Special. Important. Wanted.]

You should say how you feel luv. Always. Just... I didn't expect it. You've got a way about you that turns everything I think I know on it's head.

Edited 2020-12-15 22:28 (UTC)

[ Hellboy's not sure how to deal with that answer either, how to deal with the look in Jacob's eyes he doesn't know if he deserves at all, but he's happy to accept it for now, reasoning that maybe it's not the best time to try to figure it out. Maybe it'll be easier to understand when neither of them are stretched out over a table.

Rather than trying, he leans down to kiss Jacob's jaw, his damp temple, then captures his mouth in a kiss again as he starts to thrust into him again, slowly at first but with building speed, letting the desire in him sweep back up to overtake him. ]

[Jacob groans as the thrusts start again with renewed vigor. It's good, so good, especially with the path of kisses over his face, the tenderness that melts into lust. His fingers clutch at Hellboy's shoulders, holding tight to keep him close.

The moments of confusion have given him the time he needs to recover, at least a little, feeling another orgasm build inside him with each and every slam of their hips together, the table quaking under them.]

God, I -- fuck -- [ The returning wave of need surges up just as strong as before, the new angle as he leans over Jacob giving him more room to move, making every thrust feel more powerful, more intimate. He reaches out with his right hand to hold on to the side of the table as he lifts himself up a little, head bowed as he starts to drive himself towards climax.

The wet slap of skin on skin accompanies the harsh pant of their breathing as Hellboy picks up speed, tension building in him until he becomes careless about how hard he's fucking the man spread underneath him, his world narrowed down to chasing that pleasure starting to arc through him.

It doesn't take long after that, his movements becoming automatic, growling under his breath as his hips pound hard and fast against Jacob's backside. The wave crests and breaks and he comes with a choked gasp, pushing as deep as he can into Jacob's ass as he spills into him, hunched over him and shuddering. ]

[ Jacob would love to make a witty remark about I -- fuck but the pace and the strength in Hellboy's movements takes his breath away, and it's all he can do to rut back against him, wanting more and more of that sharp stimulation. He feels the change- the movements going from mindful to mindless in the space of several heartbeats as something wild takes possession of Hellboy and he fights to keep up as long as he can, before his body is merely carried along.

He doesn't like to lose control. He never has. He doesn't want other people telling him what to do, forcing him to act in a certain way, pulling his strings. But this is different, utterly different. This is someone losing control with him, and it feels incredible, the rush of Hellboy's need hitting him hard, sweeping him along with it.

When he comes, filling Jacob completely, seeping out onto the table and the skin of his thighs, Jacob feels another euphoric wave crash over him, smaller than the first, but still intense. His grip doesn't relax, keeping tight hold of the man above him, before he begins to uncurl his fingers, and stroke over Hellboy's bare sides.]

You do. Like a jack-hammer.

[ Still riding the aftershocks, Hellboy makes a vague noise at that assessment, shivering a little when Jacob's hands cross ticklish areas of his skin. Leaning into where his right hand is fisted on the table, he moves a little as he catches his breath, trickles of warmth starting to run over his balls and down the insides of his legs. The room smells like sex and come and sweat.

He wants to stay there, curled up over Jacob, maybe try for round two, but the emotional misstep between them nags at him, so he finds himself withdrawing instead with a hiss between his teeth as the cool air meets the wet skin of his dick. Taking a couple of steps back, he lowers himself into a chair and rubs his face with his palm. ]

Sorry if I.. said the wrong thing.

[ The fact Hellboy can move at all seems miraculous to Jacob, his own body not able yet to do something as simple as balance. He does push himself up, trying to follow Hellboy as he moves away. He wants his heat, his presence, his body against him, but he doesn't get it.

So he thumps back down again, exposed and sticky, skin rapidly cooling down. It takes all the energy he can muster to push himself up again, and then sit upright on the table. ]

It wasn't... wrong. Just not what I was expecting.

[He pauses, and the silence seems to grow like an abyss]

It was better than I was expecting, but it... did change the mood a bit.

[ Hellboy makes a low, slightly frustrated noise, directed more at himself than anything else. Not for the first time since arriving in Duplicity, he sees the intricate and delicate web of interpersonal relationships stretching in front of him and feels utterly at a loss at how to navigate it.

He looks up at Jacob, perched on the edge of the table looking rumpled and freshly fucked and achingly young, and shakes his head slowly. ]

The, uh. The girl I told you about, the thing we had a long time ago? That was.. [ He clears his throat, a little embarrassed. He doesn't know a whole lot about human relationships, but he knows enough to understand how woefully unprepared he is. ] It was my.. my first, ah, relationship. And my.. only one. Ever. Like I said, a guy like me.. [ He shrugs lightly, knowing he doesn't have to finish that thought. ] I'm not sure if I can always give you.. what you need.

[ He remembers, he remembers the sadness in those big burning eyes when Hellboy had spoken of it before and now he sees it again, and it makes his heart ache. Even more so when Hellboy suggests he can't give Jacob what he wants. He forces himself up and off the table, wobbling slightly as he comes over to the chair, pausing to pick up his discarded shirt and slipping it on, to keep a little bit of the chill off.]

Can I tell you something? I'm jealous. That you had something... someone like that.

[ He hovers, not sure if Hellboy wants him close again, but wanting to be close to him. He needs it, more than he wants to admit out loud.]

I've never had someone that loved me like that. Sometimes it's nice to... pretend.

[ When Jacob climbs carefully off the table, Hellboy feels a moment of undefined remorse, mostly about the way the younger man has to move like he's not sure of his feet. It's not often that he has cause to regret his size or the accommodations others have to make around him, but he feels it in the way Jacob's thighs tremble.

Jacob's words sink into him, making him feel tired and old, like he's taken advantage of something he doesn't really understand. But he can't stop himself reaching out, beckoning Jacob closer and smoothing his flesh and blood hand down the cold fabric hanging over the small of his back. ]

Guess we're both kind of messed up, huh?

[Jacob doesn't resist the hand that pulls him in, resting on his back in a way that soothes some of the tension out of him as he moves in close. He's sore, but never regrets the sex they have, just basks in the warmth it leaves behind in him. And over the backs of his legs. But that makes him smile, and his fingers move to stroke through the dark hair at the nape of Hellboy's neck. ]

Just a bit. But I think all the best people are.

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