rocksinmuffin:

Hellboy flirts with all the skill and bravado of an adolescent boy. Lucky for him, you find his overconfident act and constant stumbling over his tongue and putting his foot in his mouth charming.

Even though he’s many decades your senior, you get the distinct impression that he’s a virgin. Mostly because the second you respond to any of his come-ons with a little flirting of your own, he turns into a tongue-tied nervous wreck. Again, lucky for him, you find his complete lack of experience cute.

Despite his many innuendos, it’s you who first seriously brings up the subject of a sexual relationship, asking him very bluntly if he would like to have sex with you and letting him know you would be delighted if his answer was yes. Once he gets over the initial shock and embarrassment, he gets a bashful look in his eyes and you think you see a little more color in those bright red cheeks of his when he admits that, yes, he is interested; very much so.

Hellboy is gentle with you; your first time and every single time afterward. He treats you like you’re made of tissue paper, his touch so soft and reverent and desperate not to hurt you. Even when you laugh and tell him he can be a little rougher, the most you’ll get out of him are heated kisses full of tongue and teeth as his hands cradle your hips, gently encouraging you to bounce in his lap but never controlling your motions.