Quiet was good, it let Jacob's anticipation build and gave him time to shift to the right mood. It hadn't been a long night but in a way it still had been and he couldn't wait to get away from it all, to lose himself on Connor's bed. He'd never in his life thought he'd be happy to see Seaview but things changed and here they were, a rush of excitement running through him as they drove up to Connor's place. He stayed silent as they walked up to the house and while he kind of wished he could just strip and crawl straight up on Connor's bed, there was something sweet about having to wait too and so he didn't try to ditch out on the shower he requested.
The vibe between them was shifting, Connor could feel it, and he rather enjoyed it. Sometimes the mindsets just clicked into place by some word or action, and other times there was this slow, gentle slide. It felt more like the latter tonight, and Connor found that to be a bit more intimate-feeling than it had before. He got Jacob set up in the master bathroom to take a shower -- giving him brief respite from the no-clothes rule so he could walk in there without stripping -- then went to get comfortable himself. Connor took all his clothes off except his comfortable lounge pants, got a few things out of his toy chest, set up some music, and stretched out on the bed to wait.
Jacob didn't stay longer than he needed to in the shower but he did wash thoroughly and then took a bit more time just drying up and making sure he looked and felt presentable. He'd taken his backpack in there with him and removed his clean clothes before his shower. They could wait in the bathroom until morning, that way he'd have an easy access to them before he had to leave. This also gave him a place to stuff the clothes he'd been wearing so he didn't have to leave a pile of laundry on Connor's floor. Once he felt ready he headed out to the bedroom, his hair still damp, mostly slicked back though some stubborn stray locks were clinging to his forehead and it was entirely possible that the slightly messy look wasn't all that accidental. He'd kept the towel around his waist after debating whether to head out naked or not, deciding he wanted Connor to command him to be. It just felt right. Connor looked gorgeous on the bed like a wet dream come to life and just the sight of him gave Jacob little flutters in his stomach. It wasn't purely sexual; he looked so... comfortable. If he hadn't been aroused, Jacob still would have wanted to crawl into bed with him and curl up against him. He could almost feel the warmth of his skin against his own just by imagining it and the craving for touch only grew stronger as he walked closer, stopping at the side of the bed and awaiting instructions.
Jacob coming out of the bathroom in just a towel, his hair a lovely wet mess and his eyes warm and hooded, was a sight Connor wanted to drink in. He watched the boy approach without moving, one hand tucked behind his head. Connor let Jacob get close to the edge of the bed, then he sat up and scooted himself over to sit on it. Even though it kind of bent the rules again, he appreciated that Jacob still had a towel on. Connor might know what was under it, but that didn’t make the unwrapping any less enjoyable. He sat with his knees spread and reached out for Jacob’s hand, pulling him gently in closer with it while his other palm rested on Jacob’s hip. Connor turned the boy’s hand and pressed a soft kiss against the inside of his wrist, then slowly started making his way up Jacob’s arm, lips brushing a trail along that soft, sensitive skin. It was late, but he still wanted to take his time with this.
The soft kisses sent little shivers through Jacob and he could feel the goosebumps forming on his skin. He'd felt desired before but never in such a reverent way. It might make him feel a little choked up if he wasn't so horny already, his cock hard against the towel and only getting harder, pushing against the heavy fabric. He let his fingers brush against Connor's neck as Connor worked his way up his arm, licking his bottom lip as he watched him with half-lidded eyes. He wanted to please him, kneel for him, cry for him - whatever Connor wanted and it was a powerful feeling that went beyond simple attraction.
He was so damn beautiful in a physical sense, but Connor felt like he was drawn to even more than that. It was always nice to be desired, but there was something about Jacob’s particular vulnerability that drew him in. The boy was hungry for this, affection and attention and release, and Connor wanted to give him all three. He released Jacob’s wrist as he kissed his way across the front of his shoulder to his chest. Connor slipped his fingers into the front of the towel around the boy’s waist and pulled him in closer with it, his grip tight and possessive. Maybe it was all happening fast, but Connor didn’t care. He wanted Jacob, to sink into the role of caregiver for someone who actually understood the depth of it, and wanted that from him. He needed to be needed, he supposed, especially when everything else felt so out of his control. Connor’s lips moved to one of Jacob’s nipples, his tongue flicking over it a couple of times before he sucked, wanting the boy squirming before he was even fully naked.
Even when gentle, Connor had that way of moving him around that made it clear who was in charge and Jacob followed, his heart already beating harder from anticipation alone. He couldn't keep himself from touching Connor back, didn't even try since Connor had said nothing about it, both hands lightly stroking over the back of his shoulders and the top of the spine. He let his eyes slip closed when Connor's lips found their target and a rush of pleasure went through him, making his body feel a little heavier and warmer.
Connor enjoyed being touched back, especially in such a light, undemanding sort of way. He took his time at Jacob’s nipple, nibbling and teasing while one hand slid around to caress one side of his terry cloth-covered ass. It felt nice and firm in his grip, and Connor finally felt the real urge to take the towel off. He pulled back from the boy’s chest, looking up at him with unfocused dark eyes as he tugged the fabric apart and let it fall. Not looking away, Connor took one of Jacob’s wrists again to guide his hand to his cock. “Stroke yourself,” he ordered, deep and soft. He leaned back on his elbows to watch for a moment.
Jacob was more than happy to indulge him and put on a show. He liked his body just fine and he especially liked it when Connor was watching him like this, with unveiled approval and hunger. Jacob licked his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, not too firmly, his hand was dry and he needed it slicker for a properly firm grip. Right now it was just a visual thing for Connor to enjoy and he revelled in doing just that. "Do you like that?" he asked, a request for approval more than a challenge. It was hard not to do it in time with the music but it too was slow and sensual so that worked out just fine.
Even if Jacob had been shy, Connor would’ve made him do it anyway. Hell, he probably would’ve enjoyed watching it even more if there was blushing and hesitance involved, but he very much approved of it anyway. The tease was the point, so it was find that Jacob couldn’t grip himself too tightly. Connor enjoyed watching it rock in and out of his loose fist, all rosy-colored and finely-shaped. He had a bulge of his own in his soft cotton pants, and after a moment or two Connor let his own hand drift down to squeeze and rub at himself. “I do,” he confirmed, his eyes ticking back up to Jacob’s. He smirked just a bit. “And you like showing me, don’t you?” His tone was slightly teasing, like that was a naughty thing to like.
Showing didn't make Jacob feel shy but for some reason admitting it did and there was that faint blush Connor had been wanting. "I like the way you look at me," he admitted with a crooked little grin, a smile would just have turned sheepish. His gaze drifted to Connor's hand and it was tantalizing seeing the outline of his cock through the cotton, already hard, firm in Connor's grip and full of promises. If he wasn't waiting on orders Jacob wouldn't have been able to resist the urge to crawl up on the bed to pull Connor's pants down and get his mouth on that cock. He knew what it felt like on his tongue, heavy and hard, knew what it tasted like both before and after the precum started leaking and just the thought of it made the light touch of his own hand suddenly feel all that much sweeter.
Jacob wasn’t the only one in the room who liked being looked at, and Connor glanced between the boy’s eyes and his hand, feeling that heat in his stomach spread even further. He put on a bit of an over-the-clothes show himself, coaxing a bit of precum out of his cock so it made a little dark spot on the gray cotton. It wasn’t hard, with such a lovely sight in front of him, and that light, pretty flush to Jacob’s cheeks and chest, and knowing that the boy was all his to play with. Speaking of, Connor was getting itchy to start doing just that. He sat up straighter again, pushing the front of his pants down to free his cock with one hand while he reached to put pressure on Jacob’s shoulder with the other. “On your knees,” he murmured. “Show me you’re more than just pretty to look at.”
Jacob's mouth watered on reflex and he sank to his knees, leaving his hand on his own cock since Connor hadn't ordered him otherwise. He gave Connor a worshipful look as he arched his head back, then leaned forward to offer up his mouth, sticking his tongue out a little and running it along his bottom lip. He hoped he'd already proven he was more than just eye-candy but he was more than willing to keep providing proof and honestly it tickled him to hear Connor say he was pretty to look at.
God, those eyes were going to be his downfall, and Connor was going to love every fucking minute of it. That was perhaps a bit dramatic, but it was how he felt in the moment, and it was really good to feel something besides stress and aggravation and nonstop worry. All of that was on hold for the night, and he was indulging in some incredible self-care. Once Jacob was on his knees, Connor moved his hand from his shoulder into his damp hair, gripping the strands as he pushed his hips forward on the edge of the bed. Connor pulled Jacob’s head in closer, rubbing the tip of his cock against those lips.
Licking came instinctually and Jacob closed his eyes when he tasted the salty wetness, his mouth opening wider to invite Connor in. The skin felt so soft against his lips, silky and warm and he knew exactly what it would feel like gliding between his lips. He wanted it with a fierce sort of desperation he wasn't entirely used to. Sure, he liked sucking cock but he wasn't used to needing it like he did now, it felt significant which would have sounded incredibly stupid to him had he just heard someone say it but feelings tended to not care if they were stupid or not.
Connor gave a soft hum of approval at the feel of Jacob’s tongue against his most sensitive skin. Slowly scraping his teeth over his bottom lip, Connor just barely dipped in between Jacob’s lips a few times, just enough to tease himself. Or possibly both of them, because Jacob looked like he was very much enjoying himself too. Gradually he started to make those dips deeper, watching how Jacob’s lips moved around his cock with relish. He could never decide if he enjoyed how it felt or how it looked more. He used his grip on Jacob’s head to start moving him back and forth, pushing his cock deeper into his mouth.
Jacob liked the slow pace for now and he kept stroking himself slowly and lightly, just enough to keep his cock interested and straining for more even if at this point he was sure he didn't really need the physical sensation to keep his erection. He made a soft sound when Connor's cock pushed in a little deeper, still teasing and slow, so slow. His free hand came up to rest against Connor's thigh, his fingers curling as he brushed them against it, wanting to touch and yet keeping himself from pushing some boundary he wasn't sure where he might find.
The urge to just start pumping his hips and mercilessly fuck Jacob’s mouth was definitely present and vocal, but Connor rather enjoyed holding that urge back. The anticipation just made it feel even better when he did finally let go; the control was delicious for both of them. “Yeah, that’s it,” he whispered as he slowly rocked his hips. Connor let go of Jacob’s hair to slip his hand down a little and grip the back of his neck instead. It was so satisfying to squeeze. “You’re such a good little cocksucker. You missed me inside you somehow, didn’t you?”
Jacob made a soft sound to admit that yes, he had missed Connor being inside him, in every possible way. He'd missed his hands on him too and that firm grip on his neck made him momentarily dizzy with need. Being there on his knees for him was making him stupidly happy, making the rest of the world fade out into nothing but static, something that didn't concern him at all. His place was here now, on his knees for Connor, for Connor to do whatever he wanted with him.
It was difficult to talk with a cock in one’s mouth, Connor knew that, so the hum Jacob gave was good enough for the moment. He’d noticed that the boy got kind of bashful when it came to saying things out loud though, so he wanted to play on that whenever he could. Embarrassment could be so erotic when it was in a safe context. While he kept slow-thrusting his dick between Jacob's lips, Connor let his free hand move over the boy’s shoulders and upper back, stroking the side of his neck and jaw. All of him felt so good and looked even better, Connor was momentarily stuck in that place where he wanted to do everything to him. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he breathed, starting to push himself deeper and a little quicker. “I dunno which end of you I like fucking more.”
It was a little bit scary to think about how much Connor could push his boundaries if he wanted to. Jacob had a long list of things he didn't want to do, hard limits as well as soft, and it felt so vague and blurry when he was with Connor. He supposed part of it was that making a list when not aroused didn't mean a whole lot by the time his dick was this hard and his mind was pleasantly buzzing with arousal but most of it had to do with Connor. He trusted him but while he didn't worry that trust would be broken, he wasn't so sure what would go far enough to make him feel like it had. When Connor said things like that his whole body felt like it reacted, little shivers going through him and his chest getting tight with pride and urge to do more.
Connor’s balls were getting tight, and he knew if he didn’t change things up soon, he was just going to come right in Jacob’s mouth. He wanted to use more of him than that. With a hissed little breath, he got a grip in Jacob’s hair again and pulled the boy’s head back and his mouth off of his cock, then bent over to kiss Jacob deeply. Connor gave a deep hum as his tongue pushed forward, able to taste that hint of salty musk from his precum. “C’mere, stand up,” he murmured as he broke the kiss. Connor moved to do the same, pulling Jacob up with him with a tug at his hair. Once they were both on their feet, Connor reached between them to wrap his hand around Jacob’s cock to give it a stroke. “Put your wrists together,” he said, and released Jacob’s hair to pick a length of rope up off the bed.
Jacob obeyed, his eyes open now and he watched Connor with anticipation and admiration he didn't try to hide. He would never be able to explain why he liked this so much, the rope against his skin, the restricted movement. He'd felt it for so long, from playing games as a kid and then Grayson pushing him around at school. It had always left him feeling a little hollow because it was just teasing, not enough to satisfy but enough to leave him frustrated and hungry for more. This was what he'd been hungry for, Connor's hand in his hair, the rope around his wrists. His gaze only left Connor's face when he started tying him up, then his gaze ticked down to his hands and fuck he was hard, his cock bobbing when he moved but then so was Connor and it tickled Jacob in the best of ways.
Connor tied Jacob’s wrists in front of him, just tight enough to really be felt without restricting the blood flow. At least until he started pulling against the binding, which he most likely could. Connor planned to make him squirm right out of his skin. Once they were secure, he pulled Jacob’s hands down to crotch level and slid his cock between his palms, rolling his hips to tease the both of them while his mouth claimed Jacob’s again. There was an extra edge of roughness to it now, that hunger coming out of him since he had his boy more helpless and under his control. It was just a brief interlude -- after a moment of tasting Jacob’s mouth again, Connor pulled back and climbed onto the bed again. He pulled Jacob along by the rope around his wrists, guiding him onto his back and his arms over his head so Connor could secure his hands to the headboard. “There you are,” he murmured, almost to himself. “All mine now.”
Jacob already felt like squirming out of his skin, it was all so hot, the soft skin of Connor's hard cock rubbing against his bound hands, the way Connor moved him around, the way he kissed him... The words he uttered just drove it all home harder and Jacob felt like whimpering happily, just barely swallowing back that needy sound. His breath felt thicker though and he did squirm a bit, starved for more of his touch, for anything he might give him. His cock was straining against his stomach at this point and not having it touched was delicious torture that Jacob knew probably wouldn't end just yet.
He looked so good all stretched out like that, a long expanse of pale skin that just begged to be touched. Connor was already kneeling close to Jacob’s face, and once he’d adjusted the pillows under his neck and shoulders a little, he leaned in closer, hand around the base of his cock. “Tongue out,” he said, a small smirk crossing his face when Jacob complied. Connor rubbed himself against the boy’s lips and tongue for a moment or two, dipping the tip slightly into his mouth to tease them both. Connor loved to watch his cheek bulge. “Fuck,” he muttered finally, pulling back once more. He shifted his position around and slung one leg over Jacob’s hips, leaning over him with his hands braced at the boy’s sides. Connor dipped his head in to kiss at his collarbone and upper chest, letting their cocks just barely brush against one another.
Jacob never felt as present in his body as when he was tied up and Connor made him feel damn near worshipped. It was a heady feeling and he was simultaneously loving everything Connor was doing and feeling impatient for more. It was excruciatingly slow so far but that just meant the anticipation was building up to nearly intolerable levels and that was just a different sort of pain to be treasured. He wanted Connor's cock in his mouth again, but he also wanted Connor's hand on his cock, wanted him inside him, wanted everything at once in ways that were impossible with human bodies.
The way Jacob reacted to everything, how heavy his breathing was, the way his body squirmed under Connor’s weight ... it all made going slow easier, in a way. Connor wanted to draw things out, push Jacob a step or two into frustration, before he gave him what he wanted. What they both wanted. He loved the feeling of power when he got a sub begging. So Connor slowly kissed his way down Jacob’s chest, pausing to give some nibbly attention to each nipple. He got to where he was nuzzling Jacob’s stomach, and he pressed his chest down against the boy’s straining cock. He rocked back and forth a tiny bit, looking up briefly to drink in Jacob’s expression.
It was probably futile to give into it since Connor was likely to stop at any moment but that thought barely registered with Jacob before he let it go again. He closed his eyes and pushed his hips up just a touch for more friction, a small moan escaping him as his cock dragged along Connor's skin. He'd already been reduced to a needy mess and that was before Connor had even started touching him, much more of this and he wasn't sure he'd remember his own name.
That sound was extra delicious coming from a man as reserved as Jacob usually was. Connor loved that hungry edge to it. He moved his body a little lower, nuzzling in the light trail of hair on Jacob’s lower belly, then kissed his way to the base of his cock, the rest of it brushing against his cheek. He could almost smell the desperation coming off of Jacob’s skin, and it made his own cock twitch with anticipation. Connor nuzzled and teased around for a moment, then dipped his head a little lower to stroke his tongue against Jacob’s balls.
Jacob's next inhale was sharper than the one before it and despite what he'd said before, now this was what he wanted. He'd probably want anything Connor gave him but the warm breath against his cock followed by Connor's tongue against his balls very definitely made him want his mouth around his cock. He opened his eyes to glance down and the sight of it did nothing to make him want it less. A part of him felt like he needed to hide how good it really felt or Connor would take it away sooner just to tease him but it was hard not to show it, to let Connor hear just how much he loved every little touch from him.
Connor found it much more fun when both parties were getting pleasure out of the whole thing, so though he liked to play around with denial, he never was completely selfish. Unless it was on specific request. Jacob sounded like he was very much enjoying what Connor was doing, so he was going to keep doing it. At least for another minute or two. He licked the other side as well, giving a low hum in the back of his throat as he enjoyed feeling the tension roll down Jacob’s thighs. Connor dragged his tongue up the underside of Jacob’s cock, from base to the salty tip, then teased at the edges of the head. His own body was starting to feel impatient, but Connor could keep his control for a while.
It was so good and yet not enough and while Jacob wasn't near enough needy enough to start begging out loud, the word whispered through his mind every so often, please, please, please. He wanted Connor to take him in his mouth, to relieve that growing tension and at the same time those little licks and the brush of his lips felt so damn good, Jacob also wanted more of those. It was like rocking back and forth between so good and not enough again and again in a rhythm that matched the way he'd started rocking his hips up to meet Connor's mouth.
As soon as Jacob started to move, Connor pulled back a bit so he couldn’t get much pressure. He flicked the tip of his tongue against the sensitive skin again with a low chuckle, teasing for a few of those needy thrusts. On the next one, Connor moved his head down to meet it, letting Jacob’s cock slip into his mouth. Connor hummed as he took him deep, sucking on that thick warmth, relishing the texture against his tongue. He moved his weight back on his knees a bit and slid his hands to Jacob’s hips. Connor gently pressed him down to pin him against the mattress as he slowly bobbed his head over the boy’s cock.
This time the pleading in Jacob's mind slipped past his lips, just barely a whispered 'ah, please-" before he bit down on his lip and moaned. It was hot and wet and tight when Connor wanted it to be and Jacob thought it wouldn't take him long to come if only Connor would let him. He wanted to tell him that he wouldn't want to stop even if he did come, that he could keep going, that Connor could do whatever he wanted with him and he'd probably just come again but all that escaped his lips was another soft and wordless moan as he pushed up against Connor's firm grip, loving the way he was bodily restraining him from really moving.
Connor was certainly not going to let him come yet, possible second round or not. Keeping Jacob riding the edge was much more enjoyable. He gave a few deep dips of his head, then pulled up just to suck on and lick Jacob’s head for a moment or two. After another torturous round or two of that, Connor’s own cock was dripping a bit against the sheets. He moved his hands off of Jacob’s hips so he could shift his legs, lifting his head as he nudged Jacob’s legs further apart and knelt between them. He scooted forward, lifting the boy’s hips and getting closer until Jacob’s pelvis was tilted up against his thighs. Connor pulled another pillow over to stuff under his ass for some more support, then reached for the lube. “You wanna get fucked now?” he murmured to his captive boy as he smeared some slickness against his ass. “You look like you wanna get fucked ...”
Jacob wanted nothing more than to come in Connor's mouth - until he didn't because now he wanted nothing more than for Connor to fuck him. It was probably a good thing he wasn't calling the shots because he couldn't decide on anything but he was obviously happy to go along with whatever Connor wanted. "Please," he murmured hoarsely, one leg against Connor's hip, slowly rubbing against it. His whole body felt restless, sensitive and starved for more touch, more stimulation.
“Please what?” Connor asked, even though he’d just said what it was himself a moment ago. He just wanted to hear Jacob say it, beg for it, say ‘please’ like that again, only with ‘fuck me’ added onto the end of it. In the meantime he was going to get him warmed up, and he pushed his thumb slowly into Jacob’s ass. It slid in with satisfying ease, assisted by the generous amount of lube he’d spread around, and he bit into his bottom lip as he watched the process. Connor loosely wrapped his free hand around Jacob’s cock and gave it a lazy stroke, just to keep him relaxed. Or as relaxed as he could be under the circumstances, anyway.
So maybe Jacob wasn't fully ready for Connor's cock when his thumb already felt thick inside of him but it wouldn't take long at all before it wasn't enough and he groaned softly at Connor's prompt. "Please fuck me," he whispered, raising his eyes to look at Connor's eyes, a faint self-conscious smile curling his lips. Connor was being gentle tonight but that didn't mean he didn't have Jacob squirming already.
One side of Connor’s mouth turned upward and he gave a deep hum as he gazed back at Jacob. Now that was sexy. Jacob’s ass was tight around his thumb, and Connor took his time working on making that slide easier. One finger became two, and before too long Connor was fucking him pretty easily with his hand. It was good that he didn’t have to stay patient much longer than that, because his willpower was wearing thin. He pulled his fingers free with a soft grunt, then reached for a condom and the lube again to get his cock ready. Connor grabbed Jacob’s hips and pulled him in closer as he shifted his position a little, rubbing the tip of his cock against the boy’s opening. “You ready for this?” he murmured.
To his surprise Jacob hadn't reached the point where Connor's fingers weren't enough. It felt good, the way he slowly fucked him with them, and Jacob was a panting mess by the time Connor snapped him out of his stupor by pulling them out. He almost protested until he realized what was coming and gave Connor a dopey little nod. Just that light brush of his cock against him was filling him with delicious anticipation and he curled his fingers together, tugging on the rope just to feel that grounding presence of bondage.
He looked so pretty and dazed, Connor just wanted to fuck his brains out. He looked like he was halfway there already. That more aggressive side of him very much enjoyed that look, and the way Jacob pulled on the ropes stirred it up even more. Connor guided his cock to the right angle and pushed gently at first, working his hips back and forth a bit to get Jacob loosened up enough for him. Once he’d gotten in an inch or so past the head, Connor thrust the rest of his cock in deep, letting out a low groan at the delicious feeling of resistance. Fuck, that was such a perfect fit. He braced one hand against the mattress and let the other caress Jacob’s chest.
Jacob did his best to loosen up and relax to help with the process but when Connor thrust inside of him he let out a guttural little moan and his mind went reeling again. "Please," he hissed and left if vague if he was asking for more or for Connor to slow down. It was a mix of the two - even if he didn't want him to slow down at all. There was something very hot about the idea of not being in charge, of not being listened to but they hadn't really discussed that sort of play so he bit back the urge to beg him to wait. This time at least.
That plea just made him want to go at it harder, but Connor didn’t give in just yet. As much as he wanted to make Jacob squirm and whine, he didn’t honestly want to hurt him. So Connor ground into him with short little thrusts, though he kept them deep. The tight squeeze around his cock felt divine, and he wanted as much of it as he could get. “Yeah, don’t pretend you don’t love it,” he murmured, testing the waters a little bit. They hadn’t discussed consensual non-consent, but Connor didn’t plan to cross any lines. The fantasy could just sometimes be fun. Since they had discussed choking, he slid his hand up and around Jacob’s throat as he started to pull his hips back further for longer strokes.
Funny how words could cause physical reactions as much as punch or a caress, Jacob momentarily felt vertigo and the feeling only got more intense when Connor's hand wrapped around his throat. It was so soft at first but the mere presence of it there made his body lurch pleasantly. "Wait-" he half-whimpered and bit his lip, even as he pulled at Connor with one leg to fuck him deeper or at the very least not stop.
Connor was pretty damn good at reading people, in both his professional and pleasurable life, and he was fairly certain he’d just hit on a kink of Jacob’s. Which naturally gave him a thrill as well, because ... well, it was fucking hot. The flex of thigh against him felt like encouragement, and they did have a safeword established, so ... “Shut up,” he muttered, tightening his hand around Jacob’s neck. Connor knew where to put pressure, and his eyes didn’t leave Jacob’s face, just in case. The next couple of thrusts were harder and deeper, and Connor briefly let go of the boy’s throat to give his cheek a smack. “You asked for this, now take it.”
It was just the right kind of hold too, the kind where Jacob could still breathe - albeit shallowly - tight against the sides of his neck in a way that made him feel a little dizzy but the choking was far more a psychological than physical sensation. His rapid breathing was hitching in something that might have been whimpers had it been more audible and the rope was digging into his wrists with the force he was putting on it but his body was happy and his cock was hard and leaking. His mind was full of thoughts that only made this better about how he belonged to Connor, how Connor could do whatever he wanted to him, how he couldn't stop this if he wanted to. The safety net of his safeword was there somewhere too but he didn't need to reach for it, happy to let himself sink into a mindset that so often got him off and he hadn't really explored with anyone else before this. It was so much better, so much more intense with the way Connor was fucking him, choking him, staring at him with that intensity that had pulled Jacob in from the first time he'd seen him.
Connor lived for that blissed out look and those soft little sounds, and the fact that Jacob was obviously enjoying this just spurred him on. Connor enjoyed a certain amount of roughness, and of course his fantasies ran wild sometimes. But having a real living person under him made everything so much more intense. He could only get really into being sadistic if he could feed off of that energy. Connor gripped Jacob’s throat again, fingers pressing into the big muscles at the side of his neck, and he leaned some of his weight against his forearm, braced against the boy’s chest. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as he found a good hard, deliberate rhythm, jerking the both of their bodies with the impact of his thrusts. Whether it lasted beyond tonight or not, Jacob was his. He was captive, willing and eager to be used, and that spoke so powerfully to the part of Connor that craved the dominant control. He dipped his head in to kiss Jacob, hard and brief, and thrust a little bit faster.
Jacob's fantasies tended to run a lot darker than this but it was different when it was happening outside of his head. He could easily imagine setting up some kind of play with Connor where they could take it to more extremes but he currently didn't feel like he needed that. The physicality of what was happening, the hint of pain from the way Connor fucked him and his limited ability to breathe were all getting him to that point without the theatrics. He choked out a small 'no' at some point and it only made it all sweeter, his chest tight with turmoil and his body already sore and shaking. "Please," he whispered then, not to stop but for release; his cock was too hard, aching with the need to be touched, even while Jacob had set his mind to not wanting it, that coming was somehow too much of a surrender and he wasn't supposed to want any of this right now.
The ‘no’ didn’t sound at all sincere, and it wasn’t ‘surreal,’ so Connor ignored it ... besides enjoying the way it made his cock throb, of course. He lost himself in it for a while, his mind pleasantly empty of anything but lust and appreciation for how hot Jacob was and how good everything felt. It was exactly the kind of purge he’d needed, and that fulfillment seemed to be mutual. Connor’s hand tightened on Jacob’s throat when he heard that soft little plea, and he stopped thrusting, pushing in deep and grinding his hips forward. “Please what?” he growled, letting go of the boy’s neck only long enough to slap his cheek again. Then that commanding grip was right back around his neck. “Please let you come, is that it? You think you deserve to come before me?” Connor shifted his weight a bit and started fucking Jacob faster and harder, baring his teeth a little. Part of him was curious if Jacob could climax without anything but Connor’s abs touching his cock, but mostly he just wanted to get them both off at practically the same time.
Jacob didn't feel like he had the ability to use words right now, even if he knew which words to use - which he didn't - so he just moaned helplessly at Connor's not-quite question and sank deeper into that fuzzy-minded headspace where all he could feel was the physicality of whatever Connor did to him and the weird mental wrongness that was mostly self-inflicted. The subtle change in the way Connor was moving against him felt anything but subtle and even that light touch against his cock was almost electric. "Please," he whispered breathlessly. "I'm sorry-" was he sorry? What was he sorry for? Assuming? Something... "Please." It made more sense and he was so close that it was starting to hurt, each time Connor's skin brushed against him and made his cock jump and strain for more of him, to achieve release. In other ways Jacob felt like he'd already come, his body was buzzing in a pained and pleasant way, his wrists were sore and at some point he felt like he'd blacked out for a second - or maybe a minute, time became weird and insignificant.
It wasn’t necessarily the words of the apology, it was more the tone of it that made Connor’s entire body tingle. It was beyond sexy, and he lost the bulk of the words in his head too. “Fuck,” he groaned, his body working harder as he started catching up with Jacob, hurtling toward his edge. If Jacob hadn’t been begging so sweetly, he would’ve slowed himself down to draw it out longer, but everything felt too fucking good, and Connor felt too powerful at the moment to quit. He was claiming his boy, teaching him his place, and he was doing so well. He deserved the reward. Connor pushed himself farther up onto his knees, grunting with the pleasure in the change of angle. He took his hand off of Jacob’s throat, licked it thoroughly, his hips still pumping, then wrapped it around the boy’s cock. As Connor picked his pace back up, his own balls tightening, he started stroking. “Come for me,” he murmured, though he was sure Jacob could barely hear him.
He was right that Jacob barely heard him and Jacob didn't need to be told. If Connor had told him not to come yet he would have failed spectacularly as everything became too intense to hold back, his body shuddering and a stream of moans and whimpers escaping his lips. It was mostly wordless save for the 'oh fucks' he hissed in between and then his head snapped back and his body clamped down on Connor's cock as he came long and hard and desperately needy. The fact he was on some level trying to hold back, like he shouldn't want this, shouldn't let Connor have that kind of impact on him, only made it hotter and he was still writhing softly once the biggest impact passed.
It was incredible to watch, and even better to feel -- Jacob’s body losing all control, the way he writhed and bucked and squeezed Connor’s cock. He couldn’t have lasted through all of that even if he’d tried. Connor slowed down through the strongest contractions so he wouldn’t hurt him, but he couldn’t stop completely. Before Jacob’s orgasm was over, Connor’s was right there, and he pushed in deep and groaned loudly as his cock pulsed. His grip on Jacob tightened and he tried to keep stroking, but it got a little shaky and uneven as his own pleasure coursed through him. It was perfect, all of it. Connor let go of the boy’s poor sensitive cock, bracing himself against the bed as he let his heart slow down and dipping down to press a few panting kisses against Jacob’s chest. He just wanted to enjoy the shivery aftershocks for another moment before he pulled out.
Jacob slowly relaxed but his headspace was proving hard to abandon. He was torn between being relieved he didn't have to leave Connor's place tonight and wanting to go back to his own room to have some kind of a breakdown and just draw all night. The latter wasn't healthy, not in the way he wanted to do it, so he tried to steer himself in the direction of gratitude instead of restlessness. Connor's kisses helped but Jacob couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when his cock slipped out of his body. "Untie me," he whispered hoarsely, feeling restless and emotional and unsure how the hell to deal with it.
Connor had been moving a little slow, admittedly, but he hurried to reach up for the knot as soon as Jacob said something. “‘Course,” he murmured. He got Jacob’s wrists untied, then moved out of the way of his arms, settling on his side next to the boy. There was a certain tension around his mouth and eyes that made Connor a tiny bit concerned, and he stayed close, one hand rubbing at Jacob’s shoulder a little as he brought his arms down. “Doing all right?” Connor asked softly, trying to read his body language just as much as he was listening to his words.
"Yeah," Jacob said slowly and smiled though it felt tense and a little forced. He really didn't need to have a melt down now, not when he'd gotten what he'd really wanted. Reacting badly to it might mean Connor would never want to do that again and fuck, Jacob couldn't handle that at all. The touching helped, Connor had a way of touching him in a way most people didn't and Jacob couldn't really explain what that meant or how it was different. He stretched his arms up and rubbed at his wrists before shifting quickly onto his side, facing Connor and moving in closer to him. "Not too much?" he asked timidly since they hadn't really talked about consensual non-consent before and Jacob had at the very least teased the edges of it tonight.
As Jacob shifted in closer, Connor rolled onto his back and slipped his arm under the boy’s neck so he could cuddle him. Once he’d rid himself of the used condom, he groped around with one foot until he snagged the lighter blanket with his toes and pulled it far enough up to snag with fingers so he could keep them warm. He’d been ready to give Jacob space if it seemed like he didn’t want to be touched anymore -- over stimulation was a thing -- but this was better. “Not too much,” he confirmed softly as they settled. Connor moved his hand up to stroke his fingers through Jacob’s hair. “It was all hot as hell from my side, I enjoyed every second.” He turned his face enough to press a kiss against Jacob’s forehead. “You’re not too much,” he added, even more quietly.
The way Connor settled in was an invitation Jacob was more than happy to accept and he draped his arm over Connor's chest and curled in against him. Connor's words were soothing but nowhere near as much as the way he was touching him. It made Jacob want to stay there every damn night until Connor really did think he was too much but that kind of thinking wasn't entirely healthy either. He knew he should get up and clean up but it was too tempting to just stay where he was, no matter how sticky with lube and sweat. "Thanks for letting me sleep here," he said quietly and at the moment that was all he really wanted to do, just fade out with Connor holding him.
Connor kept slowly stroking Jacob’s hair, his other hand settled against the boy’s forearm where it rested on his ribs. He could have expanded on that thought, rambled on about how he understood feeling like his needs and desires made him some kind of freak, how he’d been positive as a younger man that he would never find anybody who could hang with him in bed, or would even want to. How some wants got dark and deep and he understood that. But it wasn’t a time for talking. Not unless Jacob wanted to. It was time for unwinding and relaxing. Connor’s fingers wandered downward to gently massage against the back of Jacob’s neck, and he let the closeness soothe him in return. “It’s not a hardship,” he murmured with a tiny smile. “So you’re welcome. Thanks for uh ... wanting to stay.” A lot of men Jacob’s age wanted to fuck and run, and it was a nice change to know he was going to fall asleep with company this time.
Jacob hummed softly, not voicing his thoughts on how weird it was to have Connor thank him. Connor was in control and Jacob would do whatever he wanted, he thought that was really obvious. But maybe it was stupid to assume that Connor was so in control of everything. He was a dom, yes, he was older, yes, but he was also human and now Jacob knew some of the shit he was dealing with too. It didn't take away from the charm or the sex appeal knowing those things, but it was still hard to think of him as vulnerable in any way. It probably went hand in hand with being attracted to the idea of someone and Jacob had longed for this man for so long that it took some time to replace that idea with the reality of who and what Connor was. It was also scary to think too hard on how he felt about Connor as a person. A fantasy was one thing but Jacob was starting to crave more than just that and it was dangerous. He was thinking too much, he realized, and groaned as he slipped his arm further along to give Connor a little squeeze. "I'm gonna go get some water," he mumbled, even if he didn't really want to move. "...Can I go get some water?" he corrected himself with a faint smile, raising his head to look at Connor with sleepy eyes.
Unfortunately Connor had enough experience that he rarely forgot about the entirety of the person anymore when it came to sexual partners. Sometimes he could push it to the back of his mind if he was in a really intense scene with someone, but it was never far from his mind. He’d learned that lesson. As uncomfortable as it was to talk about, part of him was relieved that he’d told Jacob a little about his parents. He already felt less pressure to keep up the Untouchable Dom facade. He was human, Jacob was human, every human had their shit. Connor preferred it that way nowadays, but he knew that came with maturity, too. Jacob correcting himself made Connor chuckle faintly and he nodded, looking smugly cheeky for a second. “As long as you bring me one too,” he said. On impulse, he lifted his head enough to give Jacob a kiss. “I’ll get the shower running. Then we can sleep.”
The kiss was too short so Jacob followed when Connor rested his head again, wanting their lips to linger together for a few seconds longer before he left. It was an interesting feeling, wanting such different things from the same person. Yes, he wanted Connor to tie him up, beat him and all but rape him until Jacob cried, but he also wanted this, the kissing, the holding, that warm way Connor looked at him when he wasn't sizing him up like prey. Right now he liked the idea of a warm shower, more kissing and then sleep. "I'll be right back," he murmured when he pulled away, his hand still resting lightly on Connor's chest.