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[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.

[ Hellboy's seeking fingertips find the hem of that shirt, lifting it up a little so he can stroke gently over Jacob's ass, the warm rise and fall of muscle and damp skin, and down to the back of his thigh. His gaze rests on the younger man's face, wondering at the source of his smile. ]

You wanna get cleaned up? We can go in the shower together. Save water.

[The hand that strays across his skin feels so warm against his skin, so supportive that it's tempting just to relax into the grasp completely. His legs are still wobbly, and without Hellboy keeping him steady, he probably would have swayed even more]

I'd like that. You're gonna have to hold me up.

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