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John sat at his desk in professor Brooms old office. He doesn’t think it’ll ever really be his office. There was just too many memories, maybe one day. Regardless he used it all the same to write reports, study and research.
At the moment he was reading through his fathers old war book. It was in elvish so he was deciding if he should translate it for their own library. There was much the BPRD didn’t know about elven culture, it might be good to start here. So far it didn’t have very much information in it but maybe closer to the middle there will be something. Either way he continued to read just in case.
Johns ears picked up on noise outside his door before it started to open. He decided to ignore it since the person was going slow as if trying to be sneaky.
Probably Hellboy.
Pretending to read he flipped a page and waited feeling the comforting energy of the other move into the room.
He was right. It was Red.
The demon moved carefully through the room and got behind his chair before wrapping their strong arms around his chest pulling him close. John chuckled indulging in the others heat, letting them do what they pleased. Hellboy nuzzled into his neck breathing in deep before kissing it. He hummed giving them more access to his neck. Reaching back he began scratching at the base of their horns knowing how much they liked the action.
Red let out a low purr, nipping at him in approval. They moved their hold to his waist, tail wrapping around his thigh giving it a squeeze as they moved up to his ear.
“Come to bed Scout. You can finish that tomorrow.” Their voice was husky causing John to shiver.
“B-but I need to finish it this week. My Dad wants it back and-“ he gasped as teeth pulled at his ear lobe gently and a firm hand rubbed his inner thigh.
“Come on babe, you’re freezing. Time to warm you up a bit.” A stone hand turned his face towards his lover. Hellboys hungry mouth engulfed his, tongue easily sliding through and dominating.
John grabbed the back of their head encouraging them for more, they had a very skilled tongue. The demon held him closer letting their body heat warm the other.
“You’re cold…” they mumbled against his lips making him chuckle.
“Elves are naturally colder. Blame my Dad.” Hellboy huffed in return giving one last peck before slowly slipping away, their tail turning him around to face them.
Without a word Red picked John up into his arms holding them bridle style. They’ve done this often yet John still blushed and hid his face in their strong chest. Hellboy kissed his halfa on the top of their head before mumbling,
“Like I said, time for bed.”