The ministrations of mouth and fingers left John's nails pressing into Hellboy's shoulder, intertwining to urge further moans from his lips. Dragging his hand up to Hellboy's neck, he reveled once more in his partner's skin beneath his touch. Although he desired to watch, to imprint the sight of that striking visage between his thighs into his mind with intricate detail, the heated fervency kept his eyes shut β as if he could sink into feeling Hellboy until it engulfed him. John's back arched off the bed, unable to remain still in the unrelenting wake of pleasure.
When Hellboy's lips unexpectedly retreated, his eyes fluttered open to account for the loss; the teasing kisses up the underside of his arousal illustrated why. An inadvertent curse from deep in his throat escaped before he could stop it, much like the buck of his hips that followed ( so eager for the other man's attentions that it again teetered on the edge of embarrassing ). Oh, and to see Hellboy's playful glance linger for John's reaction! It sent a thrill up his spine, a fresh blush rising to his cheekbones. Finding that golden gaze fixed on him did something to John, like everything around him, every sensation and emotion, was suddenly in sharper focus.
His next exhale was far more ragged than even he would have anticipated as Hellboy's tongue drew over his tip in tandem with another roll of his balls. With his heartbeat thrumming rapidly, John's fingers now traveled higher β along the skin behind an ear, through dark hair, and over his companion's scalp. The need for as much of Hellboy as he could possibly have burned in his blood, although he was dubious that he might ever have enough.
The soft kiss placed beside the base of his cock was a sweet juxtaposition, filling him with another flurry of adoration. Hellboy's gentle words only bolstered it, as the pink hue still tinging John's skin somehow began to deepen even further and down his neck. That wonderful ache resounded in his chest as memories of fighting the uncharacteristically wide smiles that threatened to creep across his countenance at just small praises from Hellboy remained clear in his mind β and here he was now. ' Seein' you like this is its own brand of pretty; one o' my favorites, turns out. ' He couldn't help the groan that fell from his lips as that voice washed over him, and his foot pushed underwear fabric a little further past the other man's hip.
Pressing his hands over his face for a beat, John found that he could feel the heat from his cheeks even against his palms. Well, that didn't aid in his blush's retreat ( quite the opposite, really ). Letting his hands fall back atop the sheets, his intonation was breathless despite its quiet levity as he said, "I always want more of you, y'know." Always, always, always. Then, John's chin tipped slightly upwards, a grin playing across his visage despite his flusterment, while teasing now laced through his cadence. "So, are you gonna give me more, give me both? Don't tell me I have to say please."