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Still, Hellboy didn't rush. Even though restless desire itched in his palms and thighs, he gave John a long window to catch breaths, to relax, to feel every moment of this. If he weren't so focused on sinking in to the base first, he would've leaned down for a kiss then and there. Hellboy let his watchful, adoring look do the job for now, despite the temptation of John's arms round his neck. His partner asked him not to stop, so he wouldn't, not until John expressed otherwise.

Hellboy almost paused, though, at the other's latter assurances. Not a second...? Not even when he was balking at every touch and needing help with basic crap and freaked out in a way he couldn't fully explain? 'Perfect', even when he'd felt messy and vulnerable in the worst way?

As groin met rear at last, Hellboy let himself answer first with a deep and loving kiss, pouring his gratitude into it. After, he only pulled back far enough to speak in a rumbling whisper. "I dunno what I did to deserve you, but I'd do it a hundred times." A gentler, shorter peck to John's lower lip. "I wanted you too, just like always. Even when it didn't seem like it, I did. I do. And I don't ever wanna make you doubt that."

When they parted, the brush of their mouths amid the whisper resonating from deep in the other man's throat sent a pleasurable shudder through John's body. That question, what Hellboy did to deserve him, was reminiscent of the murmuring about a ' lightning strike ' the first time they kissed on this bed. There was no lightning, no deserving. It was just Hellboy, like it had always been. Nothing could change that, especially not some stupid spell. Maybe its intention had been to diminish ( into a human, like him — he would prefer not to dwell again on the implications of that ), yet it couldn't even touch what it was that made Hellboy a hero to begin with.

Before John could say as much, a brief kiss was pressed to his lips once more. Then came an admittance that prompted a faint furrowing of his brow. Hellboy had wanted him while human?

The memory of it allowed some of John's misplaced mortification to filter through again, even though he logically knew the discomfort had all been a result of Hellboy's ' temporary body ' and not really anything to do with him. ' And I don't ever wanna make you doubt that. ' "I believe you." And he did; whether he understood it or not, he trusted that Hellboy wouldn't utter such a thing were it not true. Nevertheless, this seemed like the worst moment to convey the inquiries currently cataloged in John's mind ( such as: now that you've been ' human, ' d'you think I'm weak? ), with his companion pulling out halfway before thrusting back in.

Cause Hellboy didn't want anything to ruin this.

He listened amid the tenderly indulgent rocking of his hips, his gaze roaming over John's face as if memorizing every detail all over again. "I hated that too. I wanted you to touch me; wanted to touch you too. Pissed me off that it didn't feel like it always did before." Comforting. Safe.

When John clenched around him as their hips gently met once more, coupled with an urging drag of nails over his scalp and his name breathed so eagerly, Hellboy chuckled. "But now it feels like it's s'posed to again - perfect." He still pulled out halfway but thrust in harder, and gradually built up speed to a deep and regular pace. His own breath shuddered, as a little extra tension he hadn't even noticed before unwound from his spine. Maybe another reminder his body needed that tonight's bullshit was truly over.

Besides, teasing was fun, but he'd craved this ever since his partner had whispered in his ear as they'd exited the truck for a debrief. They could try going and staying slow later.

The train of Hellboy's thoughts lightened a bit at his partner's impatience. "Alright, sweetheart," he grinned. "Loud and clear." His fingers retreated and he sat back, just long enough to shed his underwear with a few quick tugs from both hands, plus some assistance from his tail. While the latter dropped the garment somewhere behind him, Hellboy took up the lube bottle again to slick his length. He took it a bit slow so he could let the other watch, stone hand resting atop John's knee and stare fixed on that pretty face. "Gorgeous... and all for me," Hellboy murmured, softly awed despite his toothy smirk.

His gaze wandered down as he moved in closer, right palm sliding up onto John's side, for grounding if needed. His tail, meanwhile, curled around the other man's ankle simply to have that much more contact. As he lined himself up and carefully pushed in, Hellboy glanced between John's entrance and expression. Another moan escaped on another sigh at the tightness around the head of his cock, at how those silken walls were still just a little cool in comparison to his own temperature. Hellboy's left hand moved to massage John's thigh with small, soothing circles. Stare steady once again on his partner's face, he didn't stop, but neither did he slide home all in one moment.

As Hellboy's hand slicked that newly freed arousal, John caught his bottom lip between his teeth, hard. He wished he could reach for it, though the sudden weight of his companion's stone palm on his knee reminded him to wait ( difficult as that proved to be ). Instead, he curled his fingers in the sheets, one arm resting above his head while the other remained at his side. Patience, however, was even more of a struggle to maintain with Hellboy gazing at him, the look in those golden eyes enough to make John's heartbeat trip over itself. ' Gorgeous… and all for me. ' Hearing the expression on Hellboy's handsome visage given voice, he failed to silence the eager sound that rose in his throat. "Always."

His skin felt hot with his own blush and desire as Hellboy's palm slid up along his side, yet the corners of his lips still inched faintly higher at the sensation of a tail wrapping around his ankle. I love him — it flashed through John's mind more like a mantra than a thought, so thoroughly part of him that it was as present as his own heartbeat. Untangling the fingers of his left hand from the bed covers, he pressed them firmly atop Hellboy's just as the other man pushed past his entrance. Amid his own sharp gasp, he heard a distinct moan that sent his pulse fluttering. John had conjured that noise and oh, he couldn't imagine listening to anything better! Panting breaths escaped him as he focused on the pattern Hellboy's left hand massaged against his inner thigh and on relaxing his muscles once more.

Still, Hellboy didn't rush. Even though restless desire itched in his palms and thighs, he gave John a long window to catch breaths, to relax, to feel every moment of this. If he weren't so focused on sinking in to the base first, he would've leaned down for a kiss then and there. Hellboy let his watchful, adoring look do the job for now, despite the temptation of John's arms round his neck. His partner asked him not to stop, so he wouldn't, not until John expressed otherwise.

Hellboy almost paused, though, at the other's latter assurances. Not a second...? Not even when he was balking at every touch and needing help with basic crap and freaked out in a way he couldn't fully explain? 'Perfect', even when he'd felt messy and vulnerable in the worst way?

As groin met rear at last, Hellboy let himself answer first with a deep and loving kiss, pouring his gratitude into it. After, he only pulled back far enough to speak in a rumbling whisper. "I dunno what I did to deserve you, but I'd do it a hundred times." A gentler, shorter peck to John's lower lip. "I wanted you too, just like always. Even when it didn't seem like it, I did. I do. And I don't ever wanna make you doubt that."

Hellboy grinned after pulling back, at John's immediate and eager reaction. Every moan from the other man was music to his ears, as his gaze once more trailed up that arch in place of a caress. Even better, he caught John's faint, needy whine; that one noise alone almost convinced him then and there to let the guy finish in his mouth. But, not yet.

Not when John was busy offering a vague but hot-as-hell suggestion.

Drawing breath to answer, Hellboy first let it out in a wordless groan instead as John's foot slid so temptingly close to his clothed length, tautening the fabric further. "Already workin' your magic there, don't you worry," he managed after, lips brushing dark pubic hair. A pause for another kiss near the base of John's arousal, before he continued. "I can tell bein' inside you's gonna make me a mess." Another curling press of his fingers to punctuate.

Hellboy's mouth followed the same general path as his stare had earlier, but far slower. He savored every kiss he placed, how right it felt. He only paused his mouth and hand again once the former reached just below John's chest, and met his partner's eyes. "Think you need one more finger, or you relaxed enough?"

Although the words that were managed in response to his teasing probably would have maintained the pleased look on John's face, the return of Hellboy's mouth to his groin only sent his lips parting again in a silent gasp. However, his eyes widened at what came next. ' I can tell bein' inside you's gonna make me a mess. ' Oh. His palms twisted in their grip on Hellboy's horns as another flush heated his countenance — followed by another arch of his back at the insistent pressure of his partner's fingers.

John had been so caught up in the other man's mouth and touches that he hadn't even attempted to pace himself with the idea of more. Well, he could fix that, even if his stamina in that regard would never be on par with Hellboy's.

Still, he couldn't resist allowing his head to fall back on the pillow and his gaze to flicker shut for another moment while kisses trailed up his stomach. They were slow and hot against his skin; John only opened his eyes when he felt them pause. However, upon reception of Hellboy's question, the shake of his head was anything but slow. Nevertheless, amid the further press of caressing lips and movement of fingers inside him, it required a beat with an eager writhe of his hips before he answered.

"No, I'm good." It probably wouldn't hurt to add another finger first, yet John didn't wish to wait any longer. He needed to run his hands over that expanse of warm skin, to make it apparent however he could that he would always desire Hellboy in any form. If this day had taken a drastically different turn and his companion remained human, it wouldn't change anything for him.

The train of Hellboy's thoughts lightened a bit at his partner's impatience. "Alright, sweetheart," he grinned. "Loud and clear." His fingers retreated and he sat back, just long enough to shed his underwear with a few quick tugs from both hands, plus some assistance from his tail. While the latter dropped the garment somewhere behind him, Hellboy took up the lube bottle again to slick his length. He took it a bit slow so he could let the other watch, stone hand resting atop John's knee and stare fixed on that pretty face. "Gorgeous... and all for me," Hellboy murmured, softly awed despite his toothy smirk.

His gaze wandered down as he moved in closer, right palm sliding up onto John's side, for grounding if needed. His tail, meanwhile, curled around the other man's ankle simply to have that much more contact. As he lined himself up and carefully pushed in, Hellboy glanced between John's entrance and expression. Another moan escaped on another sigh at the tightness around the head of his cock, at how those silken walls were still just a little cool in comparison to his own temperature. Hellboy's left hand moved to massage John's thigh with small, soothing circles. Stare steady once again on his partner's face, he didn't stop, but neither did he slide home all in one moment.

That sound stuttered into a short, muffled laugh at John's tease. Hellboy wouldn't consider the man 'not playing nice' in this way as a loss, or anything bad - far from it. In fact, the thoughts of what John might do were a fresh spark in Hellboy's blood.

His mouth worked up to a steadier rhythm over his partner's length, with occasional pauses to sink down all the way again or lavish the flushed tip. Meanwhile, Hellboy's finger kept curling and massaging inside John. Before too long, he was pulling his hand back partway, enough to carefully ease his middle finger in alongside the first. He kept his attentions gentle, slow, and thorough, though he did also bury them down to the knuckle to seek out what would really help John relax.

Hearing what seemed akin to a laugh from Hellboy, the next noise John made was an affronted huff. He certainly hoped his teasing was tantalizing as opposed to amusing! Perhaps it was okay if it was both. Maybe.

Of course, it was difficult to properly vacillate between the possibilities with a finger still easing him open and Hellboy's mouth working his desperate cock, pausing at intervals to pay special attention to the head until his words of praise devolved into moans. When a second finger pushed past his entrance, John didn't tense up quite as he had before though his breath caught in his throat, somehow still surprised by it despite his prior anticipation. Oh, and Hellboy was so gentle in a way that coaxed another wonderful ache in his chest, his gaze adoring as it rested on the other man's face.

Until that seeking touch brushed against what it was searching for. Every bit of inherent resistance in his body instantly evaporated, replaced by pure need. Clenching around Hellboy's fingers, white-hot pleasure ate at the edges of John's vision as his back arched off the bed. The groan that escaped him before he could think to catch it rose low in his throat, threaded through with want; when probing fingertips didn't retreat, continuing to massage the spot without relenting, he found that he couldn't stop the noise from leaving his lips again even when he tried.

Hellboy grinned after pulling back, at John's immediate and eager reaction. Every moan from the other man was music to his ears, as his gaze once more trailed up that arch in place of a caress. Even better, he caught John's faint, needy whine; that one noise alone almost convinced him then and there to let the guy finish in his mouth. But, not yet.

Not when John was busy offering a vague but hot-as-hell suggestion.

Drawing breath to answer, Hellboy first let it out in a wordless groan instead as John's foot slid so temptingly close to his clothed length, tautening the fabric further. "Already workin' your magic there, don't you worry," he managed after, lips brushing dark pubic hair. A pause for another kiss near the base of John's arousal, before he continued. "I can tell bein' inside you's gonna make me a mess." Another curling press of his fingers to punctuate.

Hellboy's mouth followed the same general path as his stare had earlier, but far slower. He savored every kiss he placed, how right it felt. He only paused his mouth and hand again once the former reached just below John's chest, and met his partner's eyes. "Think you need one more finger, or you relaxed enough?"

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The way his partner flushed was something else pretty, every time he saw it. At this rate, he might never be able to use the word as an ironic or mocking descriptor for anyone, since it'd already turned so sincere with John. The other man just had a way of fitting every compliment Hellboy could think of. Case in point, how goddamn cute John was when trying to hide flushed cheeks with both hands. He wanted to pepper kisses over reddened skin as soon as those palms retreated, though for now he simply awaited John's answer. And tried very hard not to get distracted by his own arousal, sitting heavy and aching in tautened underwear, teased by every shift of John's foot.

More of him, huh? Good thing Hellboy would give his favorite boyscout whatever they both wanted. An intrigued hum at that latter remark rumbled up from his throat, brows lifting a little as his smile tilted into a smirk. "Might try that sometime." A light yet steady skim of fingertips along one side of John's cock. "You'd sound as pretty as you look, beggin' for me. ...But not yet," Hellboy assured, then offered a soft peck to John's hip. "I'll play nice."

He adjusted, sitting back enough so he could reach the nightstand's drawer and fetch the lube. He'd had plenty of practice slicking up his fingers one-handed, and set the capped bottle aside afterward. Something - maybe just hope, or maybe something more - told him this wouldn't be the last time they'd use it tonight. For now, Hellboy took a moment to lean down for a lingering kiss to John's lips. He still relished the familiarity of it, and trailed countless more down his partner's front as he re-situated between John's legs.

Saccharine thoughts fled his mind, however, at the words that followed. They were enough to send a twitch to his cock with the possibility of hearing such praise, even as his pulse stuttered at the threat. John was far more accustomed to giving such treatment than receiving it; a reversal with Hellboy was more than a little intriguing. Of course, to have the other man ready and willing to give him exactly what he asked for was another sort of gratifying, one that prompted just as eager of a thrumming of his heartbeat. Watching Hellboy retrieve the lube and begin spreading it across those wonderful fingertips, his eyes again took the opportunity to admire every inch. John lingered on his companion's clothed, obvious erection, catching his lips between his teeth. Oh, he couldn't wait to pull that fabric down — !

When Hellboy leaned in for a kiss, he arched into it eagerly. Cupping that strong jaw in his palms, John responded with fervency until warm lips withdrew to trail down his chest and stomach. His breaths were already coming faster when Hellboy's gaze lifted to meet his before sucking on his tip. Hands gripping horns once more, he tried to force himself to relax as he felt fingers between his legs. As the first pushed inside him, John's next inhale caught in his throat at the sensation.

That sound stuttered into a short, muffled laugh at John's tease. Hellboy wouldn't consider the man 'not playing nice' in this way as a loss, or anything bad - far from it. In fact, the thoughts of what John might do were a fresh spark in Hellboy's blood.

His mouth worked up to a steadier rhythm over his partner's length, with occasional pauses to sink down all the way again or lavish the flushed tip. Meanwhile, Hellboy's finger kept curling and massaging inside John. Before too long, he was pulling his hand back partway, enough to carefully ease his middle finger in alongside the first. He kept his attentions gentle, slow, and thorough, though he did also bury them down to the knuckle to seek out what would really help John relax.

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The cling to his filed horns wasn't any impediment, especially with the indulgence of Hellboy's pace. He luxuriated in the sensation, one more reminder of countless that the strange transformation was truly gone. His name always sounded so good in John's mouth, even moreso in moments like this.

The other man's gasp was a pleasant surprise, as well as the drag of nails on one shoulder (enough to light up his nerves, but not to break skin). Encouraged, Hellboy's almost-massaging squeezes and gentle tugs didn't let up, working in careful complement to every attention from his mouth along John's length. He couldn't help a fond yet mischievous smile as he trailed kisses up the underside, still watching his partner's face.

He loved seeing how much endearing pink he could coax out.

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 — 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 — 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.

The way his partner flushed was something else pretty, every time he saw it. At this rate, he might never be able to use the word as an ironic or mocking descriptor for anyone, since it'd already turned so sincere with John. The other man just had a way of fitting every compliment Hellboy could think of. Case in point, how goddamn cute John was when trying to hide flushed cheeks with both hands. He wanted to pepper kisses over reddened skin as soon as those palms retreated, though for now he simply awaited John's answer. And tried very hard not to get distracted by his own arousal, sitting heavy and aching in tautened underwear, teased by every shift of John's foot.

More of him, huh? Good thing Hellboy would give his favorite boyscout whatever they both wanted. An intrigued hum at that latter remark rumbled up from his throat, brows lifting a little as his smile tilted into a smirk. "Might try that sometime." A light yet steady skim of fingertips along one side of John's cock. "You'd sound as pretty as you look, beggin' for me. ...But not yet," Hellboy assured, then offered a soft peck to John's hip. "I'll play nice."

He adjusted, sitting back enough so he could reach the nightstand's drawer and fetch the lube. He'd had plenty of practice slicking up his fingers one-handed, and set the capped bottle aside afterward. Something - maybe just hope, or maybe something more - told him this wouldn't be the last time they'd use it tonight. For now, Hellboy took a moment to lean down for a lingering kiss to John's lips. He still relished the familiarity of it, and trailed countless more down his partner's front as he re-situated between John's legs.

The distraction of lavishing his partner's tip before taking it into his mouth definitely helped. Hellboy smiled a little, as best he could around John's length; the latter's reaction was just what he'd been hoping for, and even better to actually hear and see. Yeah, definitely no problem with his internal temperature.

He didn't pull back to answer, instead only rumbling out an understanding hum while his mouth began to sink lower. The sound ended in a sigh through his nose, tongue sliding along the underside with every slow bob of his head. Hellboy dipped further each time, until his nose brushed dark pubic hair.

While Hellboy's mouth paused to linger ( and he attempted to steady his pounding heart to little result ), he was suddenly struck by the feeling of sideburns against his inner thighs. Amid the headrush that was the warmth of the other man's tongue pressing along the underside of his arousal, there was also this: hair brushing his sensitive skin in an overwhelming sensation that he hardly knew what to do with, but he liked it. John's fingers curled tighter around Hellboy's horns, if that were even possible, before he again allowed his eyes to flicker shut.

He was so willing to lose himself without his usual, inherent need to cling to some sliver of awareness, a lifeline ever at the ready to yank himself back if he needed it. Yet that had always been true with Hellboy, hadn't it? Even that first night on this very bed, he had been eager to eradicate any space left between them. Breathing ' I trust you ' against Hellboy's worried lips, those words had been born from somewhere deep and true within John's soul. To him, that conviction was a far more intimate thing to share than just his body — and he would rest it within the confines of those strong hands a hundred times over.

"Hellboy." The name leapt from his lips in another pleasured groan, surprised at the squeeze to his tip as Hellboy swallowed around him. In the immediate aftermath, no time was allotted to fumble together a coherent sentence; warm fingers left John's thigh to instead begin teasing his balls. Immediately, his right palm shifted to grip Hellboy's shoulder as he drew in a sharp gasp. Although his fingernails scratched hard along red skin, there was a modicum of relief in knowing that there wasn't much he could do that would actually hurt his companion. "Hands — hands are normal." John's voice sounded distant to his own ears, yet the craving that still wound tight through each syllable seemed deafening. "They're good. Really good."

The cling to his filed horns wasn't any impediment, especially with the indulgence of Hellboy's pace. He luxuriated in the sensation, one more reminder of countless that the strange transformation was truly gone. His name always sounded so good in John's mouth, even moreso in moments like this.

The other man's gasp was a pleasant surprise, as well as the drag of nails on one shoulder (enough to light up his nerves, but not to break skin). Encouraged, Hellboy's almost-massaging squeezes and gentle tugs didn't let up, working in careful complement to every attention from his mouth along John's length. He couldn't help a fond yet mischievous smile as he trailed kisses up the underside, still watching his partner's face.

He loved seeing how much endearing pink he could coax out.

Particularly when he watched, and felt, his partner's reaction to his teasing touch. Hellboy let John buck harder against his palm, rubbing just enough for some friction even as his mouth retreated. Cute, so goddamn cute - every time the other man blushed, he wanted to kiss that spread of pink and nip at that reddened neck. If he wasn't waiting on an answer to his offer, he would've followed that whim already.

Instead, Hellboy subtly leaned into John's hand, lips parting a little at the skim of the other's thumb. It was his turn for cheeks and tapered ears to darken; while he didn't anticipate distaste, especially by now, the praise was still enough of a surprise to stutter his pulse. God, the fact John looked as happy to be saying it as Hellboy was to hear it... He couldn't help another broad smile of his own, kissing the pad of John's thumb then the heel of that palm. "Love you too, sweetheart. Every inch of you," Hellboy started trailing kisses down his partner's stomach, "and that pretty voice," he adjusted his posture to get better situated between John's legs, "and the way you react to me..."

However, his lips were swift to part in a short, nearly inaudible gasp as Hellboy's traveled down his stomach. Each ensuing kiss sent more sparks skittering through John's whole body, and the praise uttered in the rumbling cadence that he loved so much set them alight. Warmth flooded his veins as he watched Hellboy shift between his legs. His lingering glance did his pounding heart no favors, though he couldn't bring himself to care. Oh, yet at the gentle nestling of his partner's face alongside his aching arousal and those final two words ( ' ...You're perfect ' ) — John just barely managed to refrain from rolling his hips, but couldn't bite back his eager groan.

Any notion of forming a reply ( what would he even say? ' sorry, just listening to you was getting me off '? ) was thrown asunder as Hellboy's tongue drew along his cock, pressing against the sensitive spot on the underside of the head that made him squirm with want. With strong arms holding his thighs, his fingers gripped the other man's filed horns, curling firmly around them.

The distraction of lavishing his partner's tip before taking it into his mouth definitely helped. Hellboy smiled a little, as best he could around John's length; the latter's reaction was just what he'd been hoping for, and even better to actually hear and see. Yeah, definitely no problem with his internal temperature.

He didn't pull back to answer, instead only rumbling out an understanding hum while his mouth began to sink lower. The sound ended in a sigh through his nose, tongue sliding along the underside with every slow bob of his head. Hellboy dipped further each time, until his nose brushed dark pubic hair.

Or when John was the prettiest guy he'd ever seen, his favorite in the whole world?

Already Hellboy's hands itched to strip away any clothes remaining between them, but gently peppering a trail of kisses over his partner's skin did help take the edge off. He couldn't get enough of the softness and warmth beneath his lips, the thrum of John's pulse in throat and chest, the blush blooming across fair skin... and best of all, the hand burying in his hair, combing through and skimming nails over his scalp. This time, his answering noise sounded more clearly like a purr, muffled though it was against John's chest.

Every gasp was the best sound he'd heard in that moment. They drew his mouth toward one side, to close around a nipple for small tugs and lavished affections. Hellboy's own hand, meanwhile, dragged slowly up along John's clothed arousal. It slipped in past the elastic waistband, touch just a little warmer than the flushed length he teased with wandering fingertips. He wondered if he should keep teasing as long as either of them could stand; it wasn't like he'd complain if John returned the favor.

As it was, such a feat was ridiculously easy to accomplish with warm lips around his nipple, John's already eager breaths hitching in his throat with each tug. His free hand made its way to Hellboy's side, slipping beneath fabric for a strong squeeze of the other man's hip. Just like he yearned to forget that his touch had brought anything other than pleasure that day, he wanted the same for its recipient, too. Only think of right here.

Suddenly, as fingers slid into his underwear to graze along his length, everything else winked out of John's mind as if someone had thrown a light switch; it was a state Hellboy was so adept at bringing him to that it might have been more embarrassing if he wasn't so keen for his companion's awareness of it. Particularly after today? Hellboy should know how earnest he had been when he had proclaimed, ' I'd always want you. ' Past his own vocalized reassurances ( as much as he adored saying them ), he longed to reveal the irrefutable truth of them. Not that John could conceal them, even should he want to — it wouldn't simply be arduous but impossible, with the way all of his nerve-endings seemed to gather under Hellboy's touch, sparking shivers down his spine that he could never get enough of.

Particularly when he watched, and felt, his partner's reaction to his teasing touch. Hellboy let John buck harder against his palm, rubbing just enough for some friction even as his mouth retreated. Cute, so goddamn cute - every time the other man blushed, he wanted to kiss that spread of pink and nip at that reddened neck. If he wasn't waiting on an answer to his offer, he would've followed that whim already.

Instead, Hellboy subtly leaned into John's hand, lips parting a little at the skim of the other's thumb. It was his turn for cheeks and tapered ears to darken; while he didn't anticipate distaste, especially by now, the praise was still enough of a surprise to stutter his pulse. God, the fact John looked as happy to be saying it as Hellboy was to hear it... He couldn't help another broad smile of his own, kissing the pad of John's thumb then the heel of that palm. "Love you too, sweetheart. Every inch of you," Hellboy started trailing kisses down his partner's stomach, "and that pretty voice," he adjusted his posture to get better situated between John's legs, "and the way you react to me..."