"Oh fuck," Jacob breathed against his lips, the words barely audible. He was slowly coming down from his own high and beginning to really feel the discomfort of the position he was in but at least Connor had stopped moving now right before it all became too much. It had been verging on too much for a while though so Jacob really wondered how long he could have taken it and if that was something he wanted to find out. A sheen of sweat covered his skin and he knew his chest and neck were still a mess and it was all so deliciously filthy and messed up. "Yours," he whispered when his breathing had calmed down a little and he knew it meant more now that he wasn't in the throes of an orgasm so it felt risky to say it and yet... he couldn't not.
Connor could feel the ‘more’ in that one small word, and it made his stomach twist pleasantly. Lingering with his mouth brushing against Jacob’s, Connor reached out to undo the handcuffs from one wrist and then the other so the boy could relax his arms. He pulled back just enough to look at his face, feeling oddly vulnerable for his current position. “Do you want to be?” he whispered back. Maybe it was a stupid question, and a decision that shouldn’t be made with Connor’s dick still in his ass, but it felt like if he pulled out or moved too much the moment would be broken, and Connor wanted to stay in this moment. It had been a while since he’d been in a real relationship, and he’d never been with someone so much younger than him, and there were probably a hundred other reasons to be cautious about it, but that didn’t seem to make him want it any less in the moment.
If they'd had this talk under different circumstances, Jacob might have joked about it and told him he didn't really have much choice from here on out, did he? Or that it really wasn't up to him, because Connor was in charge. He was too dazed and vulnerable to make his reply witty now, his stomach twisting in ridiculous ways at the simple question. It felt like putting himself in front of a firing squad and trusting that none of them actually put a bullet in his heart and Jacob was not a fan of that sort of vulnerability. Tied up ass in the air? Sure, that was all physical but this was something else. "Yeah," he whispered back and while he didn't expect Connor to laugh at him for it or be cruel, he was just as likely to panic and backpaddle. They were having fun, admitting that he wanted more was risky as hell and even with the way Connor was looking at him, there were no fucking guarantees that it wasn't just a momentary weakness that would wear off as soon as the afterglow of his orgasm was gone.
It was a simple answer, but Connor found that it was the one he wanted to hear. Tingly warmth spread through his gut and he smiled faintly. They would have to iron out the details of what exactly that meant between them, but he had a feeling they would end up on the same page about most things. It was a crazy thing to do, starting a relationship when they were both in such weird spots in life, and neither knew how long he was staying in the area, but it still felt exactly what he wanted. “Me too,” he murmured, then pressed his lips softly against Jacob’s again. Why not, right? Maybe it would burn bright and fade out fast, maybe they could actually build something together. Either way they both seemed to need this for their own reasons, and it wasn’t like either had any interest in anybody else. He wanted to see where this led. “Mine, then.” Connor nuzzled their noses together.