Connor Ford (docford) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-09-22 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, connor, connor x jacob, jacob |
Who: Jacob and Connor
When: Sunday, Nov 12, early evening
Where: The Back Porch, Connor's place
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete, pt 2
Jacob exhaled the breath he'd been holding. Connor hadn't cut off his air for long enough for it to be uncomfortable but just enough to remind him that he could. The way he kept patting his cheek had Jacob's stomach in happy knots and he licked his lips when Connor's cock slipped out from between them. He still wanted to look and his brain was working overtime trying to provide him with the visuals he was lacking; Connor's hard cock, leaking a little, close to his face - or not close? - he wanted to see. He got up when Connor told him to, bringing his hands in front of him for balance.
“There you go,” Connor murmured as Jacob stood up, keeping a grip on him. Once Jacob had gotten balanced, Connor used that grip to push him off of it, herding him not terribly gently toward the side of the bed. He made sure Jacob stayed upright, but he knew it would be jarring, and that was the point. Once they were where he wanted them to be, he turned Jacob around so he was facing the mattress. Connor gripped Jacob’s jaw and turned his face, dipping in to kiss him again, hungry and deep this time. Starting at Jacob’s upper chest, he ran his hand slowly down the front of him until his fingers were wrapping around hard cock.
Jacob was grateful that his balance was good or he'd have been tripping all over himself, depending entirely on Connor not to fall over. As it was he almost did and he was a little shaken and disoriented when Connor kissed him again. He let his hands rest against Connor's chest as he kissed him back, a tremor in his limbs as he didn't know what to expect next. When Connor's warm hand reached his cock Jacob worried for a moment that he'd come right then. His body was already on an edge of sorts and it felt so fucking good that he couldn't help but let out a helpless little sound into the kiss. He realized he'd completely lost his sense of direction. Was he next to the bed? Was it in front of him? What if Connor pushed him back, would he fall on the floor or get caught by a soft mattress. It made him want to cling to Connor but there was nothing to hold onto with his hands handcuffed together.
That little sound made Connor’s cock twitch happily. He could tell it was completely genuine, he’d learned to hear the difference. There was some kind of undefinable energy running through Jacob’s hands against his chest, and Connor felt like he fed off of it. He was in complete control of someone else, someone who was at his mercy and happily submitting to whatever Connor wanted to do to him. It was intoxicating, and felt like nothing else Connor had ever found in life. He just held onto Jacob’s cock, slowly rubbing his thumb over the head of it while Connor got a good deep taste of him. He gave a little hum of his own as he pulled back, licking his lips and gazing almost lovingly at Jacob’s face. That mouth really was something else. “Down,” he murmured. Connor used his grip on the back of Jacob’s neck to push his upper body forward toward the mattress. It was a good height so he didn’t have far to fall, but Connor knew it was disorienting when you couldn’t see.
Jacob could only hope there was a bed there and he wasn't really sure what exactly Connor wanted him to do so he clung to that physical guidance, a rush of relief mixed with anticipation going through him when he felt the bed after what felt like too long leaning forward without knowing what he was in for. At least he had his hands in front of him but it wasn't a whole lot of leverage with the handcuffs still on. It was a vulnerable position to be in and his heart was beating hard in his chest as he reveled in the grip Connor still had on his neck, pressing down on him.
He looked damn good bent over, as Connor knew he would. “On your elbows,” he instructed, giving Jacob’s forearm a little tap. Once his chest was even lower, Connor stroked that hand up over his shoulder and down his back as he moved behind Jacob. He stuck his foot between the boy’s ankles and nudged them further apart so his legs were spread more. Connor moved both palms firmly down the length of Jacob’s back, almost in a massage, feeling all those taut muscles, until he was gripping his ass. Connor gave it a playful smack, then rubbed his hands down the backs of Jacob’s thighs, then up the insides of them, fingertips brushing the back of his balls. A hands-on inspection. He moved to lightly trail his fingers down Jacob’s lower spine. “You’re a beautiful boy,” he murmured, rubbing one ass cheek before he slapped it again.
"Thank you, sir," Jacob murmured, as much to the compliment as the slap. It stung, a sweet reminder of his place. His hands were close to his face and it was so tempting to tug on the blindfold a little bit just so he could sneak a glance over his shoulder at Connor. That kind of disobedience could be hot too, if he wanted more roughness which for now he didn't really need. He'd be good for a while at least; fight the urge to see him for a little longer.
It was the perfect response, of course, but that meant that Connor couldn’t ‘punish’ him for not giving the perfect response. It made him grin anyway as he groped Jacob’s ass a bit more, his hands rough and demanding. Until one slipped between Jacob’s legs again and then he was more careful as he cupped and toyed with Jacob’s balls. “Feeling nice and full there, Jacob,” Connor purred, letting his free fingers slide up the sensitive valley of the boy’s ass. “You gonna give me a big load tonight? You must’ve been horny, playing on Grindr on a Sunday ... or are you just a slut?”
"Yes," Jacob groaned and it really worked as an answer to all those teasing questions. It wasn't entirely true of course, he had been more bored than horny today but that had quickly turned into excitement and a small pleasant sort of panic when he saw Connor's profile. Now though, now he was mindlessly aroused, gnawing on his bottom lip as he focused on the way Connor's hands felt on him and yes, he definitely felt like a bit of a slut, ready for the taking.
Connor gave a wolfish grin behind him. Some subs liked to talk shit while he was playing with them, push his buttons, see what they could get away with. He liked that Jacob was just so beside himself he couldn’t put together more than one word. He gave Jacob’s balls just a tiny tap as he pulled his hand away, then smacked his ass one more time before taking a step or two back. “Get up on your knees on the bed,” he commanded, his tone firm but still soft. “Ass up, head down. Scoot forward some too.” He moved away from the edge to swing by the toy chest again.
Jacob raised himself up, feeling around with his hands as he cautiously moved up on the bed. Thoughts were racing through his head, happy and worried and some mix thereof. If Connor turned out to be a psychopath he was in no position to defend himself, if someone else came in there was nothing he could do about that. These were not things he expected to happen but the fact that they could was an arousing mindfuck. It wouldn't be the first time he wondered just what the fuck was wrong with him but right now he was too deep in to really care. He rested his head between his arms, keeping his ass up as instructed, listening intently to try to suss out where Connor was and what he was doing.
Connor grabbed a length of soft shibari rope out of the box and circled around to the other side of the bed. He looped the rope around the side of the bed frame, then reached out to grab the middle of the cuffs Jacob was wearing. He pulled the boy’s hands forward a bit to give him a jolt, then tied the rope around the cuff chain, binding him to the bed. He gave it enough slack that Jacob’s arms weren’t entirely stretched out and he had some room to maneuver if Connor wanted to flip him over, but he wanted that sense of being trapped in place. He looked pretty with that strain in his shoulder muscles, too. Connor crawled up onto the mattress himself, shuffling forward on his knees until he was next to Jacob’s head. He put that guiding hand on the back of his neck again, then leaned in and tilted his head to kiss him once more.
The kiss was a little disarming but in a good way. So far everything was like a little balance walk between rough and sensual and Jacob was eating it up. It was a little awkward with the stretch of his arms but it was the kind of discomfort that made him happy in that strange, twisted way. He kissed Connor back, wondered how aware he was of the effect he was having on him, how Jacob felt like a melting quivering mess already and Connor seemed to have just gotten started.
Connor couldn’t be fully aware, of course, since he wasn’t psychic and wasn’t verbally checking in, but all of Jacob’s body language was looking good to him. The breathing, the way he was arching his back, the way he kissed Connor back. All of it positive and delicious. He pulled away from his mouth and straightened up, still gripping the back of Jacob’s neck to hold him in place. Connor guided the boy’s mouth to his cock once more and pushed between his lips, more rough and demanding this time. “Suck it,” he ordered in a gravelly voice.
That voice was going to be the death of him, Jacob thought and let out a little moan despite himself as Connor's cock pressed into his mouth. He didn't always like sucking dick, it was fun for a bit but if the guy took too long coming it just got boring. This way he didn't think he'd ever get bored. Connor could fuck his mouth for hours and after a while Jacob would feel like shit physically and still crave it. Because something was very fundamentally wrong with him he thought but fuck if he cared right now. He clasped his fingers together and did his best to suck and toy with Connor's cock from that awkward angle, already feeling the strain in his neck and shoulder.
The strain was part of the point, and Connor kind of loved to feel the muscles under his hand tighten and work to give him what he wanted. He wasn’t going to stay there long enough to really strain Jacob’s neck, but keeping him off balance and slightly uncomfortable was fun. Connor switched the hand holding the boy’s head to run his left one down the length of Jacob’s back. With a groan of his own, Connor smacked that cute little ass again, liking the jolt he felt go through Jacob’s body. He slow-pumped his hips a few times, working his cock in and out of Jacob’s mouth, relishing all that heat and suction and desperation to please him. Connor slid his hand around Jacob’s hip to take hold of his cock again, giving a deep chuckle as he squeezed it and gave one slow stroke. “You’re loving this,” he accused in a low murmur. “Aren’t you, little slut?”
Jacob meant to hum his agreement but it came out more like a needy little whimper. Yes, he was loving this to the point where it had been getting tempting to stretch out and hump the bed until he came with Connor's cock in his mouth. He'd kept his position despite the urge, his cock desperately straining to reach his stomach, bobbing with every little move until Connor had it in his grip, another jolt going through him at that slow stroke. He was leaking precum and his skin tingled where Connor slapped him, his whole body shivering a little by now as Connor played him expertly. He'd slipped into a different mindset where he was Connor's little slut, where he was sure he'd do anything at this point no matter how he'd feel about it later on as long as Connor kept touching him and let him come.
That was a hard and needy cock in his grip, and Connor loved it. This might have been the first time they fooled around, but he could tell that Jacob was dangerously close to the edge already, so he was careful not to stimulate him too much. He just slowly rubbed his thumb over the head, smearing all that precum around before he gave another firm squeeze. Jacob’s mouth felt heavenly around his cock, but Connor knew his ass would feel even better. He was tempted to save that part, to just get them off in a more simple fashion, make Jacob wait for the pleasure of being fucked by him ... but truth be told, he wanted it. He needed to mindlessness of it, of pumping himself into a hot, yielding body, and the control of taking everything he wanted. So he lingered there for a few moments, letting the boy work him up, then pulled away from Jacob completely, slipping off of the bed to make his way back around to the other side. Connor picked up the lube and condoms he had on the nightstand -- he’d made that much preparation, at least -- and went about getting one of the latter onto his cock.
Jacob swallowed down a whimper when Connor let go of him and moved away. He listened to him move around and that urge to look just got stronger. He was willing to bet he was beautiful and so far Jacob had been so good. He fought the urge but not for long before he turned his head and nudged the blindfold up just a little with his arm. There was a small voice telling him Connor might enjoy it because it gave him a chance to punish him for it but he also worried he wouldn't like disobedience at all. In the moment it was worth the risk though that risk didn't pay off just yet; Jacob couldn't really see him from his awkward angle without really pushing it, so he waited for him to come around again, hoping maybe he'd want him to suck on him again.
Connor didn’t notice the cheeky disobedience, his attention was now on Jacob’s ass. It was still up in the air for him, round and cute and pale except where Connor had smacked it last. The tinge of pink there was pretty, and he kind of wanted more of it, to make it red and hot, but Connor wanted to be inside of that ass even more. He had a feeling that unless things turned abruptly sideways, this wouldn’t be the only time they played. Staying behind Jacob, he got up onto the bed on his knees again, nudging Jacob’s legs further apart with his own. Connor squeezed a dollop of lube down into the cleft of Jacob’s ass and started to massage it around with his thumb. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” he told him in that same low murmur. “You gonna be a good slut for me and take it?” Connor started gently easing the tip of his thumb into Jacob.
"Yes," Jacob breathed, letting his head drop between his arms again. He still couldn't see Connor and it was futile to keep trying. He could enjoy the way he was touching him without seeing it and that initial pressure was a perfect mix of uncomfortable and pleasurable. It had been a while since someone else did that for him and he had no idea how long until he got it again so he felt like he had to savour it completely. At the same time he felt too mindless to really do anything but ride the wave of his sensations. His ass tightened involuntarily as Connor's thumb pressed inside and Jacob willed himself to relax, shifting his weight on his knees a little and giving Connor better access by moving them forward. It was an invitation, an answer of its own since his voice didn't seem to be cooperating very well. Even without the touching, Jacob was pretty sure he could come just listening to Connor's voice, it was almost hypnotic, so calm and quiet, yet so powerful.
Jacob’s body opened up to him after that initial resistance, and Connor was glad for it. Outside of the teasing ‘judgemental’ role of being a dom, he honestly didn’t care how much sex his partners had ... but it was always nice to be with someone who had some experience. It just made everything go more smoothly. He got his thumb into Jacob to the knuckle and stopped to let him adjust to it, but an impish little smile crossed his face as he lifted his free hand and smacked it down against the boy’s asscheek. “Yes what?” he rumbled in a playful demand. It was obvious that Jacob wasn’t a big sex-talker, but if Connor was going to dom him, he was going to have to remember his manners. In the meantime, Connor added a bit more lube and started to slowly work his finger in and out of his new boy.
Jacob's body jolted at the smack, his ass tightening around Connor's thumb in a good-bad way that made him groan softly. "Yes sir," he moaned softly and then Connor was moving and he'd forgotten all about his 'manners' again. "Fuck," he hissed, his breath warm against his arm, his muscles tensing again and his toes curling with pleasure. He felt everything so keenly at this point and his body was tense with anticipation for whatever Connor might do next.
Connor worked his ass expertly, slow enough to let Jacob get adjusted to the penetration and relax into it. ‘Polite’ or not, that breathy curse was hot, and Connor wanted to make him hiss out more of those. Some lube had dripped down from where Connor had poured it, and he rubbed his free fingers against Jacob’s taint and the back of his balls, then curled around the base of his cock again. It felt so tight and needy, Connor couldn’t resist dragging his fist slowly down the length of it. He didn’t grip too hard, because he wasn’t ready for Jacob to come yet, but he had to tease him, right? “You don’t come without permission, understand?” he added huskily. Connor bent down to kiss Jacob’s lower back, then shifted in closer and let him go. He pulled his thumb out of the boy and grabbed hold of his own cock. Connor pressed the tip against Jacob’s ass and started to gradually push inside.
Jacob had a feeling that he'd come whether he had Connor's permission or not. His body didn't feel his own at the moment and he was very much not in control. Connor had most of that control, that was true, but Jacob hadn't exactly had a lot of practice with self restraint and this was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. Still he whispered something to the effect of 'okay' to Connor's command, his back tingling where he kissed him and his cock straining against his stomach, desperate for another stroke. He forced himself to relax again when he felt the renewed pressure against his hole, a sweet moan escaping his throat as Connor's cock pushed inside. He knew it was big, he'd felt him in the car but it didn't compare to this, fully hard and not restrained by clothes.
In spite of the impatience in his own body, Connor did his best to go slowly. A lot of people thought being a dom was all about indulging one’s own desires as much as possible, but he’d always felt he had to have even more control and awareness than the people having vanilla sex. He couldn’t just go to town on the boy’s ass like he wanted to, but there was something painfully sweet about the need for restraint. He let out a low groan as he sank his cock deeper into Jacob. It was a tight squeeze, and all of that body heat even through the latex was delicious. Connor ran his hands restlessly over Jacob’s lower back and ass and hips, humming deep in his throat as he pressed his body flush against Jacob’s. Connor stayed there for a moment to let them both adjust. “Fuck, that’s tight,” he breathed.
Jacob knew he sounded like he was in pain, half whimpering and half moaning as Connor stretched him out. His ex had asked him more than once if he was okay, if he wanted to stop, and it had been the most annoying thing ever. He didn't want to stop and the fact he had a safe word now made those questions and concerns unnecessary. There was a part of him that did want to stop, or wanted to want to, some bruised part of his psyche that made him imagine he was actually being forced to do this, that he was tied up for a reason, that the man behind him was a stranger and he had no say in this. He didn't often talk about that because he felt guilty after it made him come but damn it made him feel the good sort of bad in the moment. "Please," he moaned, though he wasn't even sure what he was asking for - Connor's hand on his dick, for him to stop, for him to hurt him - he just needed more.
The edge to Jacob’s sounds weren’t lost on Connor by far, and they made his balls feel tighter and hotter. He enjoyed riding in that place of false danger. The illusion was fun, and the powerful feeling it gave him added spice to every bit of pleasure. He let his gaze roam over Jacob, stretched out and bound for him, helpless and vulnerable, and all his to toy with. Connor could fuck him all night and not let him come if he wanted to, or take less than two minutes to make them both explode. The freedom of it was intoxicating and a part that he loved. That soft ‘please’ sent a happy shiver down his spine, and Connor gave a slow, testing thrust, glad that Jacob’s ass seemed receptive and ready now. He added a bit more lube into the mix, then grabbed hold of Jacob’s hip with one hand. With the other, he cracked another slap down against the pink part of his asscheek, just to feel his body jolt again. Connor started to fuck him then, ramping up quickly to hard, deep thrusts.
Jacob had clasped his hands together and his wrists felt sore at this point though he barely noticed. It was hard to think about anything but the way Connor's cock felt thrusting inside him, teasing his limits and ramping up a whole host of feelings Jacob didn't understand. He was keening softly after a while, torn between pulling away and pushing back into those thrusts, his skin burning and tingling, his balls tight and heavy. Every instinct told him to reach down and stroke himself but he couldn't and that helplessness was both hot and frustrating. "Please," he whimpered breathlessly between choked moans, unclenching his hands to paw at the rope that bound the handcuffs.
God, those noises Jacob made were heavenly. Connor groaned along with him, low in his throat, feeling that careful control he maintained fading into the background while instinct took over. If it hadn’t been for the condom, he probably would’ve come already, everything was so fucking hot, but Connor was holding back. He’d waited quite a while to fuck this beautiful boy, and now he wanted to enjoy every second of it while he could. Holding tight to Jacob’s hips, Connor pulled him back into the thrusts, pounding away at him while he thought about just how badly the boy’s cock must be aching, ignored while Connor abused his prostate. With a grunt, he stopped suddenly and pulled out, smacking Jacob’s ass one more time as he shuffled backward and gave him some room. “Turn over,” he ordered. “On your back.”
Jacob was shaking by the time Connor pulled away and he simultaneously wanted to stretch out to start humping the bed and curling up in on himself to ride that wave of carefully structured and pleasant pain - for lack of better words for that crazy humming inside of him. He moved the way Connor wanted him to, unsteadily rolling onto his side and from there his back. The blindfold was partially off and of course he stole a glimpse of Connor while he could. He was every bit as gorgeous as Jacob had imagined and he wondered if he'd ever get to see him naked again when he had the wherewithal to actually memorize him enough to draw him. Now was not a time to do that, his eyes were unfocused and his head swimming, most of his attention on the aching desire in his core.
Connor watched him move, rather enjoying how off-balance he seemed. Once Jacob was on his back, he moved in closer, pushing the boy’s legs up and apart. His cock was so pretty, flushed and needy and leaking against his lower belly, Connor couldn’t help but dip in to run his tongue along the underside of it in one long swipe. He shuffled his knees into position, lining the tip of his own cock up and pushing into Jacob’s heat once more. Fuck, it was such a good squeeze. Connor leaned over him and reached to pluck the crooked blindfold off of his eyes. Supporting himself with one hand, he used the other to grip Jacob’s jaw and stared intently down into those hazy blue eyes. “You like this?” he murmured, a bit breathless. “You wanna come on my cock? Ask me nicely.”
Jacob stared up into those dark brown eyes, desperation and arousal playing havoc on his mind. "Please," he whispered again, unaware that he was restlessly rubbing his leg against Connor's as if his body wanted to urge him on in its own way. His cock was aching at this point and that quick lick had only made the strain more unbearable, making it hard to think about anything but what it would feel like to have Connor's mouth on him, sucking him to completion. "Please, sir, let me come," he found the voice to say a little above a whisper and his voice sounded weird to him, a little broken and raw with need.
It was hot as fuck, all of it, and Connor’s cock throbbed in Jacob’s ass with its own need. “Goddamn,” he breathed, mostly to himself. He started thrusting again, his body getting impatient with all of this teasing. Jacob looked so beside himself with need and pleasure, it did things to Connor’s insides. The eye contact had been a good call. Connor let go of his jaw to give his cheek a little slap, then flashed a quick, fierce grin. “That’s a good boy, my beautiful boy,” he murmured as he slipped that hand between the two of them. Connor wrapped Jacob’s cock up in his fist and squeezed, just holding on for a moment without stroking. He really wanted Jacob to squirm.
It wasn't enough, but it was almost almost enough and Jacob did squirm, his moans more like whining now and he was too far gone to care. "Please," he whimpered, trying to buck up into that firm hold but it didn't do him much good as Connor moved with him so it only served to throw off his rhythm. The slap only brought him closer to the edge and he really was beside himself, his head swimming with images of both what was happening and darker things that paired off well with the predatory grin Connor flashed him.
Connor could feel Jacob trying, dying for friction he wasn’t being given, and fuck, did that plea sound sweet. His hips were gradually pumping faster, and he felt himself nearing his own edge. The way Jacob was moving his hips made everything feel even better, and Connor was briefly tempted to just blow his own load and leave the boy wanting. But he was nicer than that for a first time. Plus, he wanted to watch and listen to Jacob lose his mind to pleasure. “Yeah, fuck, come for me,” he moaned as he started to stroke Jacob’s cock. Connor fucked him faster and harder as he did, wanting to really make him explode.
Jacob's breath hitched when Connor finally started stroking him and then he held his breath, going quiet for a few seconds as every muscle in his body seemed to curl up tight with the sudden onslaught of sensation. It didn't last much longer than that before he threw his head back, jerking violently in Connor's grip, his moaning and whimpering louder than he normally let himself get. He half expected the rope to snap the way he was pulling on it and he automatically wrapped his legs tightly around Connor's torso to pull him in and hold him there as he climaxed. It was too much, not enough and yet perfect and he shuddered a few more times when he started ejaculating, shooting strings of white up on his stomach and chest.
Oh that was all just beautiful. Connor grinned as Jacob’s legs pulled him in deep, pleasantly surprised by the strength of them. He kept pumping his fist as Jacob started to come, mercilessly jerking every bit of fluid out of him. The way it arced over his body was impressive, and Connor loved knowing the load had been under so much pressure. He slowed his hand and loosened his grip after the main event seemed over, but kept stroking lightly to keep Jacob shivering. The way his body clenched and throbbed around Connor’s cock made him want to start pounding Jacob into the mattress immediately, but he was still aware enough to give him a little break. “Just fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured.
Jacob was hazily aware of the words and he'd probably think about them too much in the future but for now he was mindless, not quite relaxing after his orgasm though he wanted to just melt into the mattress and pass the fuck out. The last guy he'd fucked had come close to being this good and Jacob had been heartbroken over him but he didn't even compare to this. Basically Jacob knew he was fucked, both physically and emotionally. He was still moaning softly because Connor kept touching him, wringing out more pleasure and pain to go with it, his cock still deep inside him, stretching him out and so hard Jacob knew he was in for a ride. He both dreaded and looked forward to it, his body beginning to feel sore even if he knew he could take more of what Connor had to give him.
He still looked lovely with his arms stretched over his head and his skin flushed and now shiny in places with his semen. Connor let go of Jacob’s cock to use both hands to brace himself, his spine giving a roll to start thrusting again. He kept it slow for the moment, watching Jacob’s face for signs that it was too much or too painful. They had a safeword, but Connor still liked to be cautious. As delicious as Jacob’s orgasm had felt, having to stop had allowed Connor’s blood to cool off just enough that he knew he could draw this out for a little while. If Jacob could take it. If he couldn’t, he would be taking it in the mouth. Connor wanted to fill up at least one hole of his tonight.
Slow was good, deliciously and awfully good. Jacob could relax into it a little, ride that wave of pleasure-pain for a little longer, his brows drawn together and his eyes closed, lashes fluttering and his breath coming in in little gasps. He was feeling the best kind of sore and he could already tell he was the kind of fucked out that would put a little smile on his face for days, every time something ached a little. Now that he'd climaxed his more fucked up thoughts were fading and after a few thrusts he opened his eyes, looking hazily up at Connor. "Fuck me," he whispered in encouragement, maybe because he could see that sense of caution in him or simply because he wanted him to come. It would be even hotter without the condom and Jacob hated that they needed it. Without it, Connor could come inside of him, claiming him completely.
Connor could’ve fussed about being told what to do, but Jacob did it so well, he couldn’t find a fault in it. He rocked his hips faster, pumping himself harder into Jacob’s body again as he stared down at that beautiful face. He was a very pretty boy, and Connor found himself hoping already that this was just the beginning, that he would see Jacob all disheveled under him again, begging to come. Connor bent his arms to dip in and kiss him, hungry and fierce but too breathless to last long. His thrusts sped up even further, back to where they’d been when Jacob came, but it only took a minute of that before Connor peaked. He dropped his forehead to Jacob’s upper chest, pushing shakily into him a few more times as his hips jerked and he shivered, muffling his helpless groans against the boy’s chest. Connor stayed there when he came to a stop, breathing harshly and enjoying those last few pleasure-throbs.
Jacob couldn't do a whole lot other than take it and he squirmed against Connor, each thrust making him moan and hiss out curses. It was uncomfortable with how sensitive his body was now but he didn't want Connor to stop and was almost disappointed when he did because despite the discomfort, he wanted more, wanted Connor to keep using him until he couldn't take any more. He wound his legs around him when Connor had climaxed, breathing hard with him and longing to run his fingers through his hair. This was a ride that was going to be hell to come down from, he could feel it already, like he might get stuck in that headspace and dissociate if he didn't watch himself.
The urge was there to just roll over and go right to sleep, that post-orgasm heaviness pulling at him, but Connor was used to ignoring that. His job was very rarely over after he’d come; there was always a lot more to do. He enjoyed the feel of Jacob’s legs around him and the rise and fall of his chest for another few heartbeats, then lifted his head. Connor pressed a few kisses against the boy’s salty skin, following the line of his collarbone. “You did so well,” he murmured, shifting his weight onto one elbow. He nuzzled at Jacob’s neck as he reached up to untie the knot binding him to the bed, then undid the cuffs with practiced ease. Connor lifted his head to look down at his now-freed new lover with a soft little smile. “Ready for me to move?” he asked softly, not wanting to disconnect until Jacob was ready for it.
His voice was so gentle, it poked at something inside Jacob's chest pretty hard and he let out a shaky little laugh and shook his head. "Just... just give me a second," he whispered and kept his hands where they were despite being freed. Physically yes he wanted Connor to move so he could stretch out and then go clean up but he wasn't ready for that emptiness yet, the chill that would come when the heat of Connor's body was no longer there. Already he was thinking about walking home and never seeing this guy again which he thought was totally okay because this time he was braced for it but somewhere underneath it he knew it wouldn't be okay. Not for a little while at least.
Connor wasn’t terribly surprised, and he was more than happy to oblige. His cock was going soft, but Jacob’s body still felt good around it, hot and tight. So he stayed where he was, supporting his upper body weight with his elbows. Connor slid his hands forward under Jacob’s shoulders, gazing at his face and those sleepy bedroom eyes. He really was a beautiful young man. Connor tilted his head to nuzzle and kiss at Jacob’s neck again, everything soft and slow, then up his jaw and around to the other side. Jacob could take as many seconds as he needed.
The last thing Jacob wanted to do was to be that guy who overstayed his welcome but god he felt good there, sore and sated with Connor's lips doing things that made his stomach clench happily. In his current mood he wanted to fall asleep like that, wake up to Connor fucking him again and just be there for the taking and never go anywhere else. He let out an unsteady breath and slowly found the strength to move his arms to loosely drape one over Connor's back as he indulged himself with finally running his fingers through Connor's hair. "You are so fucking hot," he whispered under his breath. Connor had showered him with praise tonight and now that Jacob was finding his words again it seemed only fair to do the same - even if it made him feel weirdly vulnerable.
He appreciated that Jacob took the initiative to touch him -- some subs wouldn’t, and it kind of bummed him out. Connor liked affection as much as the next person, he hated to always have to ask for it -- or give orders to get it. So the petting was nice. And the compliment. He let out a soft chuckle and gave the side of Jacob’s neck a gentle little bite. “Thank you,” he murmured. “It gets harder after forty.” Connor pulled up to look at him with a wan smile. Reminding Jacob he was over forty was probably a dumb thing to do. Some guys liked that daddy thing though. “You are too,” he added softly, letting his gaze drift over Jacob’s face.
Jacob's eyes had been half-closed but he opened them again to meet Connor's gaze. "Thank you," he drawled almost jokingly, furrowing his brows briefly. It was probably dumb that he couldn't put his guard down even with Connor's cock still inside him. At least he was slowly beginning to feel like himself again and he could contribute that completely to how sweet Connor was being. He didn't feel rushed or unwelcome and being this close to Connor outside of play was making him feel all sorts of melty inside. Probably too much. "It didn't seem like it was too hard for you," he murmured and couldn't resist raising his head to sneak a little kiss on Connor's lips.
Connor’s first instinct was to joke about what a hardship it had been, but this was still aftercare and he didn’t want to poke at anything sensitive by accident. So he chuckled softly instead as he kissed Jacob back. “You dunno how much I needed this,” he murmured. “So ... thanks for that too.” He felt nicely warm in the chest too, but he’d always been a caretaker after sex -- or at least that was what he told himself. Connor had to focus, he was there for his parents, not to spark up something with someone ... but he didn’t want to get up either, and part of him was already hoping Jacob would be free again soon. Connor kissed him one more time, softly, then started to push himself up, quirking a questioning eyebrow at Jacob.
Jacob let his arms fall to the mattress above his head again, grinning up at Connor. "Yeah," he murmured in reply to that quizzical look. "Get off me." He sounded playfully annoyed about it, as if he hadn't all but begged Connor to stay put mere minutes ago but he was still smiling and he was in no rush for Connor move, it was just okay for him to do so now. He had needed this too and gotten more than he'd hoped for, the trick was to not let it get out of hand.
Connor gave him a lopsided little grin back, reaching between them to hold onto the condom as he pulled out. He shuffled around on his knees so he was out of the way of Jacob’s legs, tied the rubber off and tossed it into the little trash can by the nightstand. Then Connor flopped down next to Jacob with a soft groan and stretched. They both needed a shower, probably, but he wanted to relax first. He didn’t say anything for a moment, then glanced over at Jacob. “You smoke?” he asked.
"Nah," Jacob murmured, moving his hands to his stomach and idly rubbing his sore wrists. "I don't mind it though, if you want to." He turned his head to look at Connor, trying to figure him out a little more even if it probably wouldn't matter in the long run. Jacob only smoked weed from time to time and even then he preferred edibles. The only people he knew who smoked actually vaped and for some reason Jacob preferred it when people smoked cigarettes around him. Maybe it was the artificial smell that got to him, he just didn't like it.
“Damn,” Connor muttered with a rueful grin. “Nah, I quit a long time ago. I was just gonna bum one if you did. I only crave ‘em now after really good fucks or really good meals.” nobody liked a doctor who smoked, Connor had heard that a million times. Nicotine and caffeine had gotten him through medical school, but after that he couldn’t really justify at least one of those bad habits anymore. He looked back at Jacob for a moment, studying those beautiful eyes of his before he let his gaze slip away again. Too much staring probably wasn’t good for that whole staying-aloof thing. The endorphins were working hard at the moment.
Jacob wasn't really feeling that thrill of having finally gotten that guy he wanted, not anymore. Instead his insides were churning in a way he didn't much care for and he found himself staring at Connor's face a little too intently. It had been easier to just desire him from afar, like it was more of a joke, the white whale, the needy sub. He latched onto the words 'really good fuck', satisfied knowing he qualified as one of them. "Sorry to disappoint," he said with a little smile. "I'll bring you one next time." If there was a next time. Shit.
He gave a low chuckle and rolled up onto his side to press another kiss to Jacob’s lips. The boy was just ridiculously kissable. Connor didn’t want him to leave -- it had been so long since he’d slept with another warm body in his bed -- but that was probably the sign that he should. “Nothing disappointing about it,” he murmured, referring to much more than the lack of a cigarette. His dark eyes studied Jacob’s for a beat. “You thirsty or hungry or anything? You’re welcome to shower with me, too.” Jacob was looking and sounding like he’d risen out of subspace, but Connor still wanted to take care of him if he needed something.
Showering together sounded amazing but also like something that would lead to more sex and wanting to leave even less. Jacob still thought about it, the temptation far stronger than even his willpower. The only thing that won out was that he was actually really hungry and it felt weird to go raiding Connor's kitchen. He groaned softly, his indecisiveness showing. "I shouldn't stay too late," he murmured. "Let me just use your bathroom real quick and I'll get out of your hair." Not that he felt like doing anything 'real quick', he just wanted to curl up against Connor and sleep, preferably with someone else bringing them food to bed when he woke up again. If he fell asleep now he'd wake up in the middle of the night and that was going to be a lot more awkward.
“Don’t rush,” Connor murmured to him. If Jacob wasn’t doing a full shower, Connor probably wouldn’t either, just a wash-off in the sink. He had the easier end of the clean-up deal. He started to get up, then remembered something and quirked a brow a little at Jacob. “I’m giving you a ride anyway, right?” He’d driven them to his house from the bar, and unless Jacob lived right down the road, he would be damned if he sent the boy out into the night to walk home after what they’d just done. It was late, and cold.
"Are you?" Jacob murmured back at him, not quite questioning it but still surprised. Nothing was terribly far in Point Pleasant but walking in the dark always made him feel a little creeped out, far more so than it ever did in Portland. "Well, I won't say no to that," he added with a little grin. He had not expected a ride back, hell he hadn't even expected Connor to be this fucking nice to him either but apparently there was a lot more to him than just being a hot dom. "So I guess I'm not rushing."
“Good,” he said, giving Jacob another little smile. “There are some things I don’t take no for an answer on.” His smile turned cheeky before he turned to climb off of the bed. “Bathroom’s that door, you go first.” Connor pointed toward the master bathroom door as he sauntered out of the bedroom. While Jacob got cleaned up, Connor could wash his hands and get something easy for them to snack on. Jacob didn’t say he was hungry, but Connor was, and he bet if he put something in front of the boy, he would eat it.
Since Connor told him not to rush, Jacob took his time in cleaning up. He didn't shower but he did snag a washcloth from one of the cabinets and ditch it in the laundry bin when he was done. He still couldn't shake that feeling that he should be leaving already but Connor was making him feel so welcome and he still had Jacob's clothes 'confiscated' so there wasn't a lot Jacob could really do but stay. In other words, he couldn't be overstaying his welcome and if he was, it was absolutely Connor's fault. He sauntered back to the bedroom when he felt clean enough, plopping down on the bed and looking around a bit curiously. Connor still wasn't back but there wasn't a whole lot in there to really spy on. It made sense, he supposed, if he was only staying for a limited time and he couldn't help but wonder what his place back in Portland was like and if he'd ever get to see it.
While he was in the kitchen, Connor went ahead and washed his junk in the kitchen sink too. Then he went poking around in the fridge and his cabinets for some good post-coital snacks. He ended up with some bite-sized fruit and beef jerky on a plate, and he grabbed a couple of bottles of water out of the fridge. It wasn’t a terribly bountiful offering, but Connor hadn’t gone in-depth grocery shopping yet. He just had some boring healthy essentials. He shuffled back to the bedroom, carrying it all, and gave Jacob a somewhat sheepish look as he headed toward the bed to join him. “It’s not much,” he murmured. “But I haven’t accumulated any junk food yet.” Connor sat down with him and set the plate between them, then offered Jacob a water.
Jacob gave him a surprised smile, then huffed softly as he accepted the water. "Thank you," he murmured and Connor might not think it was much but it was far more than the nothing Jacob had expected. He'd heard about good aftercare but this exceeded all of that in his mind. It did remind him of how there tended to be snacks at parties, in case someone 'dropped' so maybe that was just what a good dom did. He didn't exactly have much experience with an actual dom and what little experience he did have was obviously not with a good one. He drank some of the water before snagging some of the fruit, watching Connor with a content smile. If Connor didn't want to see him again, he was doing a terrible job of showing it and Jacob was tempted to point that out. "You like taking care of people, huh?" he said softly between bites. It was a part of dominating someone that a lot of people ignored but apparently not Connor.
Connor leaned comfortably against one hand as he picked at the food plate himself, his water resting against his thigh. He felt perfectly at ease still being naked, and he knew he didn’t always feel that way, so it was interesting to take note of it. Jacob seemed pretty at ease too, and that made him feel ever better about this whole encounter, adding another layer of warmth on that satisfied feeling that came after a good play session. He glanced up to meet Jacob’s eyes for a second at the question and gave a soft chuckle. “Some people, yeah,” he murmured. There were some people he took care of even though he didn’t like it, that was the whole reason he was there. He plucked up a grape and popped it into his mouth before glancing at Jacob again. “You like to be taken care of?”
"Hah," Jacob drawled with a grin, shaking his head softly as if thinking about it. "It's growing on me." It was an understatement, he was eating this up, every second of the encounter to the point where he was terrified of how hard it was going to be to let go. He wasn't sure why he couldn't just admit it, it wasn't like he hadn't been very vulnerable with Connor already, but that was different - that was sex. His smile said more than his words did though, his eyes downcast as he snagged another fruit from the plate. He couldn't say he wasn't used to being taken care of, he just wasn't used to being taken care of like this, by a man.
That answer made Connor grin a bit, and he had to admit he felt a little flutter in his stomach. It had been almost a full year since he’d had a steady submissive, and even the last one he wouldn’t have considered a boyfriend. This was probably not the place, and now definitely wasn’t the time, but ... he could still blow off steam, right? He would need to blow off steam. The stress in his life was ratcheting up, and if Connor was going to maintain any of his sanity, he would need an outlet. Or he was talking himself into a bad idea. Who knew if Jacob would even want to come back. Connor didn’t answer, just ate a few more bits of snack food and sipped on his water.
"I like taking care of people too," Jacob said. "I'm not good at it but I like to try anyway." For some reason it felt important that Connor know that, in case he wanted to do this again. Jacob might not have a dominant streak but part of subbing for someone included taking care of them too, fulfilling needs and not being too wrapped up in his own drama. God he needed to not be wrapped up in his own drama. "So if you need taking care of-" he said and let out a little titter, as if it was partially just a joke because Connor probably didn't need anyone to take care of him. Whatever. He wasn't good at putting himself out there.
Considering what they’d just done, it was impossible for Connor not to read innuendo into that statement, and he chuckled. Jacob had been very good at taking care of him, that was for sure. Maybe he wasn’t good at it in other ways, but that was all right. Connor didn’t need much looking after; he’d been pretty damn independent for most of his life, thanks to his shitty upbringing. It was cute the way he said it, kind of shy about it, and that made Connor want to accept even more. He was quiet for a moment while he thought and ate an apple slice, then said, “I’m, uh ... probably gonna need this again soon. Family bullshit is already stressful and it’s just gonna get worse. If you’re game, that is, of course.”
"Definitely," Jacob replied because he was probably going to need this even more than Connor did. He already felt calmer than he had before meeting up with Connor but he knew it wouldn't last very long, playing was really just a reprieve from his anxiety and depression. He was trying hard not to let it get to his head that Connor wanted to meet him again, what else was he going to do to kill the time in Point Pleasant? He probably had more options in Portland but Jacob was more than willing to seize the opportunity while it was available to him. He'd done well at not asking personal questions but there was one that had been nagging at him and considering they were thinking about meeting again it didn't seem so out of place now. "Any idea how long you're staying?"
Similarly, Connor knew that this feeling wouldn’t last too long. He just hoped that Jacob would make himself available again for the next time. This round had been kind of impulsive, but Connor knew he would be pushed into bad moods while he was here, and having a willing participant to let him vent safely would be a blessing. He gnawed on another piece of jerky and glanced up again at Jacob’s question. “Uhh, I’m not sure yet,” he answered ruefully. “Months, probably.” Connor paused, then quirked a brow. “How ‘bout you? This a permanent move, or are you going back to Portland, or ...?” He knew it wasn’t really his business, but he might as well ask since Jacob asked him.
"I don't know," Jacob replied quietly. "I'm subletting my room in Portland until January so at least a month. Might go to Bangor for Christmas or something, it's all up in the air. So you got a job here?" Now he was prying and he kicked himself for that a little bit as soon as he'd asked. Of course with the size of the town they were staying in he might just find out all about Connor one way or another some other time. People talked. Of course that meant Connor might just hear about him too and that was a lot less appealing.
All up in the air. Connor knew how that went. He knew the cleanup at his parents’ place would be a long project, and he had to get it into good enough shape to sell it. Even if the house wasn’t salvageable, the property would be worth something. But before that could even happen, he had to fight with them and get them into some other living situation, and god only knew how long that could take. He tried not to let his brain spiral off into all that bullshit and nodded a bit at Jacob’s question. “Yeah,” he answered. He’d been hesitant to say where he was working, but in this sort of town, Jacob would find out fast enough, probably. “At the hospital. I’m a doctor.” He gave the boy a faint smile. “They know it might be temporary though. All just ... depends on how this family thing works out.”
"Oh," Jacob said, his eyebrows inching upward before he let out a little laugh. "Wow, well, that's just a whole other kink right there." A doctor, that sounded really fucking fancy and Jacob knew just how much work went into becoming one. That didn't mean there weren't shitty doctors out there but all the same, hard work, lots of school, a little intimidating. "What kind of medicine do you practice?" he asked curiously and it would be so easy to spin this into a teasing flirt, like how he needed a physical. Yeah, there were definitely a few kinks associated with doctors.
Connor knew it was a kink, and that was part of why he’d been hesitant to say so, and didn’t usually tell casual partners about his line of work. He winced and laughed a little, shaking his head. “Not my kink at all, so ... don’t ask for a rectal exam or something,” he said. He knew there was a place for medical play in some people’s sex lives, but not his. Doing it for real day in and day out tended to take the sexy shine off of it. “Internal medicine. So I’m just your run of the mill GP, kinda covers most things.” It also made him very versatile and hireable, which came in handy when he needed a job for a few months. Connor popped one more grape into his mouth and stood up, moving to his dresser to fish out a comfortable pair of pants and a shirt to pull on for when he drove Jacob home.
Jacob grinned a little as he thought Connor's patients would probably be relieved to hear he wasn't getting off on the job. He glanced up when Connor stood, allowing himself a moment to look him over and appreciate his form. He hadn't noticed his tattoo before and he felt a new sense of appreciation rush through him. Tattoos were just hot. "I might have guessed that if I'd seen that tattoo earlier," he said and helped himself to some more fruit. "I like it." He wondered if Connor liked his tattoos, the key on his arm and the triskelion on his back. The one on his chest was probably lame if Connor knew where it came from and Jacob kind of hoped he didn't.
Being turned on by medical instruments and situations would just end up awkward and ruin his career, probably. Patients were already wary enough of gay doctors, gay doctors with constant boners? No. So Connor tried to keep his professional and private lives as separate as possible. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned a bit. “Thanks. Yeah, I didn’t let you look at much, huh?” Connor chuckled and shook out a pair of comfortable jogging pants to step into. “I like yours too.” He was very familiar with the triskelion, being in the BDSM community, and the key and the other one were pretty. Kind of occulty, Connor thought they suited Jacob. He pulled on a t-shirt. “I only got it last year. I always kinda wanted a tattoo, but just never took the plunge.”
"Did you catch the bug yet?" Jacob asked. "Wanting more, I mean." He was sure he'd have a lot more if he had the money for it, though he also felt indecisive so that might stop him from getting too many. The itch was still there though and some of it had to do with the comforting feeling of the needle piercing his skin. Maybe Connor already had another tattoo somewhere where Jacob couldn't see, he was right that he hadn't exactly given him much space to explore his body.
“Kinda? I’ve got the itch, I just don’t know what else I want yet,” he said with a shrug. Medicine took up most of the room in Connor’s life, it seemed, besides his forays into things like this. He’d thought about some sort of homage to his Dom side, but it hadn’t all come together in his head yet. He picked up the pile of Jacob’s clothes and held them in front of him as he started to back out of the room, smiling a bit. “You get dressed out here, don’t forget the rule,” he murmured cheekily.
Jacob plopped a grape in his mouth as he stood up, strolling leisurely out after Connor because why not give him a bit of a show? "You're going to be very strict about this, aren't you," he drawled around the plump fruit before playfully biting down on it. He stopped in the doorway and held out his arms with his palms up as he tilted his head. He wasn't quite out of the room but almost and he gave Connor an impish little smile, wondering if that inch or two would make a difference.
Connor was definitely appreciative of watching Jacob’s lithe body walk toward him, especially with something in his mouth, and even when Jacob stopped, Connor didn’t. “A dom? Strict about rules? Perish the thought,” he murmured with a lopsided grin. He held Jacob’s clothes out a little as he kept backing up toward the hallway, as if they were a treat to lure him out. “I can drive you home naked, if that’s what you’d prefer.” He wouldn’t, but if Jacob was already trying to push his boundaries, Connor could play along.
"I want to say that'd be hot," Jacob replied cheekily. "But I think I'd freeze my balls off." He waited a couple of seconds anyway, just watching Connor as he moved away, then stepped forward again and moved a little quicker until he reached him. He grabbed hold of his clothes and leaned forward to steal a kiss because why the hell not. "Do you want my number?" he asked quietly because the dating apps weren't really the best places to communicate.
He laughed a little as Jacob rushed in close, not letting go of the clothes right away. That kiss was definitely welcome. Something pulled in Connor’s chest at the quiet question. Exchanging phone numbers was more intimate than messaging over apps. Which was possibly a stupid thing to think of considering the sex they’d just had, but opening one’s self up to phone calls made it not a one-nighter. He looked Jacob in the eyes for a couple of heartbeats, then hooked one hand behind his neck to pull him in for a harder, longer kiss. “Yes,” he murmured when he pulled back. Connor turned, releasing Jacob’s clothes, and headed for the living room to find where he’d left his phone.
Jacob licked his lips as Connor left him in the hallway, quietly mouthing 'fuck' to himself because he was fucked. If Connor didn't message him or call soon he'd hit a downward spiral that he couldn't do anything about, no matter how hard he'd try to build up walls. He took a deep breath and then started getting dressed, glancing down the hallway to see if Connor was coming back but there was no sign of him so he finished putting his clothes and then grabbed his bag from the floor, heading down that way to see what he was up to.
Connor found his phone and lingered in the living room, checking a few emails while he waited for Jacob to emerge from the hallway. He was reluctant to take him home, but he knew he ought to. These things could be ruined with too much too fast, in his experience. And Connor didn’t want to ruin anything when he had so much other bullshit to deal with. He glanced up as Jacob appeared, and thumbed his way into the contacts entry he had waiting. “So what’s your number?” he asked.
Jacob wanted to do what he'd done with Jocelyn, dig up a pen and write it on Connor's arm rather than trust his phone to keep it. He had a love-hate relationship with phones and kept all his contacts written down on paper as well as saved away because phones tended to break and Jacob didn't always think to back them up. He put his bag over his shoulder and opened it, digging around for the smaller drawing pad he had in there, the one for quick sketches or scribbled ideas. he pulled the cap off the pen with his teeth and wrote his number on the corner of one of the pages in the back, then ripped it off and handed it to Connor. "You can call me or whatever anytime, I don't sleep well anyway."
His brows lifted briefly as Jacob pulled out a pen and paper to give his number the old fashioned way. Half-smiling a touch, Connor slid his phone into his pocket and waited to take the page. He’d always kind of thought people who carried writing materials with them -- or maybe drawing materials? -- were interesting. He wasn’t very creative himself, but he admired those who were. “I’ll do that,” he said, smiling down at the number briefly before he slipped that into his pocket too. “I can give you something for that, you know,” he added. Connor turned to go get his keys and jacket and slip some shoes on.
It took Jacob a second to realize he was talking about sleeping aide and he gave him a puzzled look before grinning. "What did you have in mind?" he asked suggestively though he was probably not going to accept any pills. He didn't have a great track record with those but weed occasionally helped, if it was good quality. He did know a few ways Connor could make his nights easier and none of those ways had anything to do with medicating.
Connor had been thinking about pills, so the innuendo caught him a bit by surprise and he laughed. “My prescription pad,” he answered with a half-smile. He wasn’t going to be baited into promising overnights just yet. Especially not enough of them to truly help an insomnia problem. The fact that he wasn’t annoyed by even the sideways suggestion of it probably said a lot. “Once I get one, anyway. My first day’s tomorrow.” He picked up his keys and glanced back at Jacob again. “Ready?”
A good fuck might help Jacob sleep better, he would find out if it did tonight and if it did, he really hoped he could hit Connor up for more of those. "Ready," he echoed, certain that Connor was eager to get this over with so he could turn in early, especially if he had his first day of work tomorrow. The fact he'd offered him a ride at all said a lot about him and Jacob was trying oh so hard not to get his hopes up. Plenty of guys acted like they wanted more, happy to play that game until whoever they were with had left, then the tune changed and Jacob had unfortunately already experienced that. Broken promises, bullshit... Yet his stomach was still all aflutter as he followed Connor out of the house, that pesky little hope building inside of him.