Feeling Jacob making those high noises around his fingers made Connor’s balls clench pleasantly. Jacob was so beautiful, flushed and straining, so transported and not himself, out of his mind with pleasure. Connor wanted to savor the moment. He kept rocking into him, slow and steady, letting the pressure in his core die down a bit while Jacob sucked his fingers clean. Connor pushed them a bit deeper into the boy’s mouth, hunting for that gag point. Once he found it, he withdrew again and smeared the wetness down Jacob’s chest. Then Connor reached to pull the blindfold off. He could give one sense back, and he wanted to see Jacob’s eyes. “You’re such a mess,” he murmured, though his tone made it sound like the sexiest thing in the world. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Jacob's eyes were anything but focused when he could see again, blearily looking at Connor and the sight of him did nothing to lessen his blissful state. God, he was too hot, especially with that smug, superior smile on his face. "I'm sorry," Jacob slurred almost questioningly. "I couldn't hold back." He was starting to feel too stimulated and like he might come again which was crazy and a little overwhelming but fuck it if he as going to stop Connor from doing whatever he wanted right now. He wanted him to gag him again, to kiss him, untie him so he could touch or just leave him like this until Jacob barely knew who he was anymore.
“Mmhmm.” Connor sounded unimpressed. Or some mixture of unimpressed and aroused anyway. “We’ll have to train you better.” Connor sat up further, shifting his knees forward and putting his hands on the backs of Jacob’s thighs again to hold them up. He kept up the slow, long strokes for a moment, making sure Jacob’s body was relaxed enough for him to speed back up. Then he started going just that, ramping his rhythm up as he kept drinking in the sight of the captive beauty in front of him. Jacob looked tired and mussed and spent, and it was sexy as fuck. It wasn’t going to take him long to come now, but god did he want to savor every minute.
Jacob watched him with a dazed expression, drinking in the way he looked, every muscle taut and flexing as he moved. Training sounded scary and sexy all at once and god he hoped Connor wanted him around long enough to actually do that. His body felt like it was ramping up for another orgasm and it was too much and not enough at the same time. It made him wish Connor wasn't wearing a condom, he just wanted to be completely owned by the man and give him that amount of trust. He didn't say as much, he couldn't really find words at all at the moment anyway, moaning softly with each thrust, his body doing its own thing regardless of what he wanted it do. It felt like climax, though it was dry, a jolt that went through his body again and wiped his brain for a few seconds, making him shudder and clench around Connor's cock again.
It was impossible to miss that Jacob came again, even though nothing came out of his cock. He’d seen that happen before, and it was always such a turn on to know he was giving so much pleasure that it overrode the male body’s natural processes. It felt so fucking powerful. That wave of fresh tightness around his cock was what really pushed Connor over the edge. He started fucking Jacob harder and faster, fingers digging into his thighs, drinking in that doped-up look on the boy’s face. A handful of intense moments and a few breathy curses later, Connor was ramming his cock in deep and shuddering as he throbbed with release inside of Jacob. In a deep, primal way, he wished the condom wasn’t there too, that he was filling his boy up for real and marking Jacob as his. The strength of the desire faded as his climax did, and Connor felt all of his body relax. He let Jacob’s legs go so he could lower them, leaning over him again to give him a breathless kiss.