Jacob Keller (bodyonthetracks) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-04-30 02:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | connor, connor x jacob, jacob |
Who: Jacob and Connor
When: evening, Tuesday, Dec 12th
Where: Connor’s place
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Jacob hadn't enjoyed a big production for his birthday for years now and that was probably a good thing considering there weren't that many people in town he could celebrate with. He had Joss and Sage and could probably go get a drink or three but honestly, he was kind of broke. Plus, he'd let it slip to Connor that it was his birthday and the fact Connor was inviting him over for the occasion kind of made anything else a little less exciting. Maybe that made him a shitty friend but whatever, it was his birthday. Funny how one day a year was supposed to be oh so special but it certainly gave him more freedom to be selfish and feel less like crap about being offered a ride and a dinner and not have to do a damn thing. Even Holly gave him a little gift, a card with money which was any young person's favorite birthday gift, honestly.
He dressed really nice at least, tried to bask in the fact that it was a birthday and thus kind of a holiday. It made him wish he could go clothes shopping and splurge on some really cool new outfits but he had plenty so that was okay. The sun even came out for him, if just a little bit, and it wasn't raining or snowing for the first time in three days so he could wait outside until Connor showed up.
For a long time in his life, Connor hadn’t been big on birthdays either. At least not his own. He always enjoyed celebrating them for other people, the parties and cake and toasts. Being a doctor had taught him how fragile and fleeting life was, and that people should appreciate every extra year they got. Maybe that was morbid, but it kept him humble. When Jacob had mentioned his birthday, Connor had prodded around a tiny bit to see if he already had plans, then extended an invitation later that night once he fully made up his mind. Maybe it was too much too fast, birthdays were kind of special ... but it had felt right at the time, and it still did.
After making preparations at home, Connor headed out to pick up his date. He didn’t plan on bringing Jacob back until the morning, and he didn’t think the boy would mind. They’d had a good night together after karaoke with Jacob’s friends, and then another one after that. Connor was really coming to enjoy his company even outside of the bedroom. Maybe that was foolish, but life was short, right? He slowed the car as he approached Jacob’s place and smiled reflexively as he saw him waiting. He looked good, and Connor was glad he’d pulled on good jeans and a well-fitted sweater.
Jacob had the urge to preen a little as the car pulled up. It felt good to be wanted, especially when it was someone as hot and sweet as Connor. Just seeing his car gave Jacob a happy little fluttering feeling so that spoke volumes to his attraction to the man. He got in with a little smile and got comfortable in the passenger seat, opting to watch Connor with hooded eyes rather than lean in and kiss him right away. "You gonna pamper me tonight?" he asked a little teasingly as he pulled his belt on.
Connor gave him a sly little smile in return, noting the restraint without breaking it himself. Not just yet. Jacob did look good enough to eat, but there was no need to rush into things. “That’s the point of birthdays, isn’t it?” he asked casually enough as he pulled away from the curb. Lucky for him, Jacob didn’t seem too difficult to pamper. Connor wasn’t being cheap, he just thought they would both prefer a more intimate setting. “I hope you’re ready to be spoiled.” The plans were fairly simple, but Connor had no doubt they would be effective. “Had a good day so far?” he asked, glancing over at that lovely profile.
Jacob hummed the affirmative and savored that smile Connor gave him. It was promising and a little dark and Jacob very obviously liked that. If anyone would have told him this would go beyond a one night stand he'd have never believed them and he honestly kept expecting it to end but here they were, so far so good. So good. "How about you?" he asked, glancing over at Connor again once he felt him look away.
“It’s been decent, had a quiet early shift at the ER,” Connor answered. He caught the glance out of the corner of his eye and appreciated it, though he didn’t look back. “Got some stuff ready at home, and now picked up a handsome date for the evening, so ... the day is constantly improving.” He understood that birthdays could be complicated, even at Jacob’s age, and especially without a whole bunch of your best people around you, so he hoped to make this a definite good one for him. “Any special requests to pick up on the way back? ‘Cause I’m absolutely keeping you in the house until morning.” Connor tossed him a quick grin.
"Got everything I need right here," Jacob all but purred at that promise because he really didn't want to have to go home tonight if he could stay in Connor's bed instead. Aside from all the awesome sex he loved sleeping there, it was like having a strong, warm body by his side kept the nightmares away and all sentimentality aside, Connor's bed was just more comfortable than the one in Holly's guestroom.
He let out a deep chuckle. The line was a little cheesy, but it still gave him warm flutters in his stomach anyway. Connor had been pretty sure he was too old for all that, but then along came Jacob and look at him now, practically school-girling all over the place. Connor had no witty comeback to that, just a pleased feeling diffusing through his chest, so he just reached over to rest his hand on Jacob’s thigh for the duration of the drive back to his place. He got a bit nervous as he parked the car again and moved to get out -- what if he’d picked all the wrong things for this and Jacob didn’t like any of it? -- but smothered it well enough. There was always the fallback position of the bedroom.
His worry was misplaced as Jacob wasn't there for the food at all, it was just a bonus and he'd be happy to eat cereal if it meant he could spend the night with Connor. Was that sad for his birthday? Maybe, but he was fairly certain Connor had done something nice for him. He didn't for a second think Connor might be nervous, still seeing him in a slightly unrealistic light as the Experienced Dom who always knew what he was doing. It wasn't fair and Jacob knew that on some level but the feeling prevailed regardless. He could smell the food as soon as they walked into Connor's house and that only cemented that feeling because it smelled oh so good, making his mouth water and his stomach tighten with anticipation.
Connor had done some of the cooking beforehand -- chopping up the vegetables and getting them roasting in the oven, steaming the rice -- but he’d left the steaks undone. It was no good to eat cold steak, and they were best fresh out of the pan. Connor shrugged out of his jacket to hang it up, did the same with Jacob’s, then pulled the boy in against him. “Happy birthday,” he murmured with a little half-smile. Connor kissed him then, finally. He didn’t mind breaking the coy waiting game first in the slightest. His intent was to spoil the shit out of Jacob tonight, so why not get started? Once he’d pulled back, Connor added, “How do you like your steak cooked?”
Jacob's arms circled Connor's waist almost automatically and he was smiling when Connor broke the kiss. "Medium rare sounds good," he murmured and stole another kiss. It wasn't often someone cooked for him these days that wasn't paid to do so and he intended to enjoy the hell out of this, especially since it wasn't just pasta or something ready made they could pop in the oven. "I should have more birthdays," he said. "Twenty-three is significant in some way, right? We can celebrate it at least two or three time more this month?"
It was good to see that smile, Connor was going to do his damndest to see as much of it as possible tonight. It had been a long time since he’d had someone he wanted to cook for. He wasn’t any kind of incredible chef, but he had a few go-to meals that seemed fancier than the normal dinner fare. Chuckling, he patted Jacob’s ass before pulling back to head into the kitchen and turn the stove on and put the pan on the heat. “Hell, take the whole month,” he suggested, glancing over at his shoulder at Jacob with a smirk. “Your birthday should definitely outshine that Jesus guy’s.” Twenty-three sounded so young and a part of him cringed inside, but it was easy enough to ignore at the moment.
If Jacob knew how the number made Connor feel he might have shut up about it but to him, twenty-three was pretty old already, definitely very grown-up and he felt like he had more years under his belt than many of his peers. Life had just been crazy and a little rough and he more often than not just felt old. Still stupid and clueless, yes, but old. Connor had that ageless quality to him, stunning and easy going - a rare combination if you asked Jacob. The age difference barely registered with him anymore. He let out a quiet little laugh at Connor's comment, then folded his arms and leaned back against the wall. "Blasphemous," he chided jokingly but he'd take it if it meant more meals and more sex.
“Oh I’ve got plenty more sin on my record than that,” Connor murmured with a proud sort of smile. He didn’t believe in any of that stuff, even though he’d been raised with it, not really. There was still a part of him that was wary of a big judgemental daddy in the sky, but that was just the old superstitious part. At least Jacob had seemed amused rather than offended. Connor focused on cooking, appreciating the sizzle as the steaks hit the pan. He kept everything else warm while the meat cooked, but it didn’t take long and soon enough he was getting it all onto the plates and then the table. “I’ve got beer, wine, water in the fridge ... no soda, sorry,” he told Jacob while he set it all out. Connor lit the candle in the middle of the table and then went to flick the lights off. “Help yourself to anything.”
Jacob helped himself to some wine and once they were seated he laughed a little and gestured at the candle. "I'm so tempted to blow that out and make a wish," he joked. "But no, it's nice. Really nice. Thank you." He raised his glass for a toast, his expression warm as he watched Connor. "To the chef," he murmured. "You went above and beyond."
“I’ve got dessert too, so you’ll get your chance,” Connor said. He lifted his own glass to clink it lightly against Jacob’s, his smile turning into more of a smirk. “Amongst other blowings, of course.” It was a low hanging fruit sort of joke, but he just couldn’t help himself. “Ah, it wasn’t too much trouble. You’re very welcome though, hope it tastes as good as it looks.” He took a swallow of his own wine before picking up knife and fork to test that out.
"I'll take all the blows," Jacob replied suggestively and drank his toast before trying the food. He would have settled for take out just fine but this was way better and the steak was done just right. "So good," he murmured. "Thanks for the warning, I won't gorge myself on this if there's dessert too." He thought he might not want to do it anyway, in case Connor had some sexy times in mind for later. Too much food would just make him sleepy, especially this kind of food, meat tended to be heavy and very sating.
Connor certainly had some non-food-related plans for Jacob later. What was a birthday celebration without presents? “There’s more than just dessert, if you’re feeling up to it,” he said with a little smirk before sipping from his glass again. It made him feel really good that Jacob liked the food -- he wasn’t the greatest in the kitchen, but Connor had lived and dated enough to have a few go-to meals he was decent at. He ate a bit more himself, then went on, “So do you and your friends have any other plans to celebrate? More karaoke?”
"Man, we should do karaoke," Jacob said enthusiastically. He was just broke so it meant fewer drinks. "That place is awesome. I've never heard you sing," he added pointedly though he wasn't sure he'd want to sing in front of Connor so it wasn't exactly an invite, more of a curious probing. He might not want to sing in front of him but that didn't mean he didn't want to hear Connor sing. It was unfair as fuck but he didn't care. "It's my birthday, you know," he added cheekily. "You should sing me a birthday song."
He winced and chuckled at the prospect of singing, shaking his head a bit and squinting one eye slightly. “That’s the kind of punishment even you wouldn’t like,” Connor said, amused. “Definitely not the type of torture I want to make you suffer through on your birthday.” Though he liked his speaking voice, he was a pretty terrible singer and only did so when he was alone. Connor cut off another piece of steak, enjoying the feeling of the wine and food sinking further into him. This was turning out better than he’d thought already. “But I would gladly go watch and whistle at you and all.”
"Oh you don't get to come if you don't sing," Jacob said with a little titter. "I didn't make the rules," he added hurriedly, so that Connor didn't get the wrong idea here. "That's how I ended up singing even if I can't really sing to save my life. Crooning is the answer though, you just pull a Marilyn Monroe or Johnny Cash and you're fine." There was a little twinkle in his eye as he leaned closer to Connor, lowering his voice. "You really don't want to sing me a birthday song?"
Even asking him to sing, that voice and look were sexy, and Connor felt a stir in his jeans under the table. “Maybe later, I don’t wanna completely turn you off yet,” he answered, still amused. Connor reached over with his free hand to stroke Jacob’s thigh. “Now eat your food, boy, so I can make you dessert.” He dropped a cheeky wink, smirking a bit. Maybe he would croon something soft and sultry into Jacob’s ear later, once he was tied up and aroused and wouldn’t laugh.
"Yes, sir," Jacob replied and cocked a brow at him, not unaffected by the words even if they were somewhat joking. It was the way Connor called him 'boy' that got to him and while he was trying to focus on the food, he couldn't deny that Connor always had an effect on him. He really didn't care if he got Connor singing or not, it was fun to tease him and to be teased and Jacob was already feeling a little giddy and sexy just being there.
He wasn’t the only one feeling that way, and Connor was a little surprised at just how keenly he did feel it. Maybe it was because they were celebrating a special occasion, the sense of intimacy was heightened. Or maybe he was just getting more attached to the kid. Though if he was, he probably needed to stop thinking of Jacob as a kid. He was twenty-three now, after all. Jesus. Connor left his hand on Jacob’s thigh for most of the rest of their meal, rubbing slowly with his thumb as they bantered about this and that and had more wine. He felt pleasantly warm and loose by the time they were done. Sipping down the last of what was in his glass, Connor reached up to brush his fingers through Jacob’s hair. “You look gorgeous tonight,” he murmured fondly. “Did I tell you that already?”
"Not in so many words," Jacob murmured and god, he might just have a kink for praise now too because being told he was gorgeous by Connor lit up something inside him like fire. He couldn't help but grin, tilting his head into Connor's hand. Connor had told him in other ways though, the way he looked at him, that appreciation in his expression and touch, a validation that was like a drug to Jacob. "You can totally tell me again," Jacob teased, preening just a little.
Connor was pretty sure he’d been trying to play it cool-ish or whatever in the car, so maybe he hadn’t actually said it out loud. It was undeniable though. Smiling appreciatively, his eyes staying on Jacob, Connor pushed his chair back from the table and turned it a bit to free up his legs. He side-nodded a bit to the boy and patted his own thigh. “Stand up and c’mere then,” he said. “Give me another look.” He definitely didn’t have to verify that Jacob was gorgeous, but Connor was in the mood to let him show off a little. Or make him, either way.
Jacob got to his feet, not one to leave his dom waiting. He stepped between Connor's knees, fighting the urge to drop to his knees right then and there. He hadn't been told to, after all, though 'dessert' now definitely brought to mind sucking Connor's dick. "Do you want me to twirl?" he asked with a little gravel in his voice, keeping his hands to his sides for now despite the itch to reach out and touch Connor.
Connor hadn’t thought about making him twirl, but now that Jacob mentioned it ... Connor smirked and reached out for him, running his hands down Jacob’s sides and hips. He had no such hesitation about scratching that itch in his palms. It was Jacob’s birthday and he still planned on spoiling him, but part of that spoiling was getting some pleasure for himself too. The boy’s body felt good under his clothes, slim and firm, and Connor slipped his hands around to caress and squeeze Jacob’s ass through his jeans. “No need,” he murmured. His touch slid lower, nudging at the backs of Jacob’s thighs to encourage him to straddle Connor’s lap and sit.
The way Connor looked at him had Jacob feeling every bit as tingly as the touching did and he could only hope he had even a vaguely similar effect on Connor because feeling this wanted was like a damn drug. He went where Connor wanted him, straddling his thigh but kept most of the weight on his feet still, balancing a bit on his toes. His arms loosely circled Connor's neck, resting on his shoulders and he studied his face with hooded eyes and parted lips. It took everything he had not to steal a kiss right then and maybe he should, he thought, it was his birthday and they weren't exactly in an established dom-sub play. Maybe he liked the torture because he held back for now, though his gaze definitely trailed down to Connor's lips, obvious hunger in his eyes.
Jacob wasn’t exactly heavy, and Connor was in good shape, so the weight against him was more grounding and satisfying than uncomfortable. He slid his palms up the length of Jacob’s thighs, watching where the boy’s eyes went on his face. He was holding back, that much was obvious, even though they weren’t in the bedroom and Connor hadn’t set down any rules. It was kind of thrilling. The tension was making the air thick, and Connor’s cock was following suit. “Mmhmm, gorgeous,” he murmured softly, one hand coming up to cup the side of Jacob’s face. He brushed his thumb over that full bottom lip, then put just enough pressure on the back of Jacob’s neck to draw him in closer. “You want to kiss me? Ask permission, birthday boy,” he whispered.
Jacob's stomach dropped, like he was on an elevator that went too fast. It was a pleasant and weird feeling and he drew in a deep breath, so tempted to just lean in and steal that kiss now that Connor's face was even closer. "Can I kiss you?" he murmured anyway. "It's my birthday, you know." If it hadn't been hot it would have been just this side of silly to ask and to ask like that but it was hot and with Connor's hand against his face it was all Jacob could do not to start squirming.
Connor drew in a quicker intake of air, like a baby gasp, and quirked his eyebrow. “Is it?” he teased softly. “Who knew. In that case, yes.” He could’ve very well done it himself, and it wasn’t like he didn’t want to. But since he’d made Jacob ask for permission, he should give him the satisfaction of making the move, right? However, that didn’t leave him completely out of options. Connor’s free hand slid to cup Jacob’s ass again, and he darted in to lightly bite at his bottom lip before the kiss could start, just to tease.
Jacob gasped softly, cocking a brow as if to admonish Connor for cheating. It wasn't a kiss but still. He then grinned again briefly, licking his lip where Connor had bitten him before leaning in closer to claim that kiss, shifting his arms around so that he could run his fingers through Connor's hair with one hand and toy with his collar with the other. It felt so rewarding to kiss him, that was the joy of the dom sub thing, actions could take on completely different meanings with random, added flavors.
The taboo was always exciting, pushing boundaries and doing things out of the norm. Connor was still sort of gobsmacked that the two of them had crossed paths again, in this tiny weird-ass town, and their sexual appetites seemed to line up so well. And they were both attracted to one another, which wasn’t always a guarantee when two people looked compatible on paper. Connor felt more than compatible with Jacob’s mouth on his. He moved his hand from the boy’s face, letting it run down his chest as he parted his lips further to deepen the kiss.
Jacob had been aroused since he got there but his cock was definitely wide awake now, hard and a little needy for attention. It was so tempting to just start grinding down against Connor's leg and fighting the urge just added to the tension already growing in his body. It was easy to lose himself in that kiss and whatever else they'd talked about up until now was fading fast from his mind. Dessert? Banter? None of it mattered right now, he just wanted Connor to keep kissing him this deeply, to keep touching him with this barely restrained hunger.
Connor hadn’t invited him over strictly for sex, of course, but he’d suspected this would happen sooner or later. It felt like perfect timing as it was playing out, they’d had plenty of time to talk, and now talking wasn’t strictly necessary. Connor was getting nicely absorbed in the way their tongues felt, stroking together, and how warm and solid Jacob’s weight felt on him. His hand found the bottom of Jacob’s shirt, and he hiked it up a bit, then slid to cup the bulge in the front of his jeans. So fucking tantalizing. He broke the kiss for a quick breath and murmured, “You’re so easy to turn on,” before claiming Jacob’s mouth again.
"To you," Jacob managed to retort before his mouth was otherwise engaged again and he let out a little moan into the kiss. Self discipline be damned, he needed to rub against Connor's hand now that it was there and it felt so damn good, even through the denim of his jeans. Sure he was easy to turn on, he was a young man with a high sex drive but it was still true that it came easier to Connor than many others. Not everyone could make Jacob all hot and bothered with a simple word or a glance his way but Connor had a way of reducing him to a puddle.
Even though they hadn’t really talked about it, Connor sort of knew that by instinct, that Jacob wasn’t as reactive to everyone as he was to Connor. He was sure the boy got laid whenever he wanted, but it took something above average to really get his attention. That was how Connor liked to feel, anyway. He pressed his hand against Jacob’s crotch when the boy pushed against it, and felt the wicked impulse to try and make him come in his pants before they even got out of the kitchen. It made his own cock throb a bit in his pants, and Connor gave an answering groan and nudged his thigh up harder against Jacob’s body.
Connor was right. Sex with others too often just felt like mutual masturbation, a way to get off and nothing more. This exchange of power and the way Connor played his body like an instrument was different, it went deeper, fucked Jacob's mind as much as his body and made him feel dazed with sensations. Even this, just sitting on Connor's lap and grinding against him fully clothed, was enough to make his chest hurt in the best of ways, his stomach tight with emotions and his cock aching with arousal. He could come from this alone and still be satisfied, as long as Connor just kept touching him, making him feel powerful and subservient all at once.
In a vague and distracted way, Connor wished he could just carry Jacob to the bedroom, making out the whole way there. He was pretty strong and Jacob wasn’t huge, but he didn’t trust his back quite that much. It was his own fault for starting this in the kitchen. Not that he was really complaining, since it all felt achingly good. His body was getting hungrier for More though, and Connor’s hands itched to get under Jacob’s clothes. He broke the kiss, and after giving the boy’s lips another couple of nips, murmured, “Bedroom. But don’t take anything off yet, I want to unwrap you.”
Jacob didn't bother to point out that it was his birthday and he should be unwrapping things - getting unwrapped by Connor was a damn treat on its own so there was no need for semantics. He got up a little bit reluctantly, not really wanting to break the contact just yet but the bedroom sounded like a good place to be so that made it easier. He walked slowly, sparing a glance over his shoulder as he teasingly started pulling his t-shirt up, showing just a bit of skin before letting it drop because he wasn't supposed to strip yet.
There were two of them needing unwrapping, and Connor already planned to let the birthday boy do the honors. Once he was naked and likely teased a bit first. He stood up as Jacob headed out of the kitchen, absently adjusting his erection in his jeans and flashing a smile at that peek of his boy’s skin. Connor grabbed a couple of water bottles out of the fridge before he followed Jacob toward the bedroom. The boy was lounging on the bed when he arrived, and Connor’s lips turned upward again as he set the waters down and went to stand at the edge of the mattress. He crooked a finger at Jacob to draw him in closer so he could reach him.
Jacob happily went where summoned, crawling to the edge of the bed and kneeling there in front of Connor, upright in an invitation for Connor to do the unwrapping. It should be the other way around, he thought, letting his gaze trail over Connor's chest and arms, too clothed for his liking. "Is this my present?" he murmured, lightly resting his index finger at the center of Connor's chest, slowly drawing it downward to trail over his sternum.
“If you’re patient enough for it,” Connor murmured back, casually batting Jacob’s hand away. He reached for the hem of the boy’s shirt and started peeling it up. “I always get to see you first, you know how this goes,” he added softly, amused. He was usually the one to undress himself, but this was a special occasion. Once Jacob’s torso was bare, Connor didn’t hesitate to run his hands over the boy’s shoulders and chest and arms, giving a quiet hum of appreciation. He leaned in to kiss him again, tongue delving deep as his fingers started unbuttoning Jacob’s jeans.
"Aww, it's my birthday though," Jacob murmured but he sounded anything but sad about it as he moved to help with the shirt and leaned subtly into the touches. If being the dominant one or being on a more equal footing in sex was what he really wanted, it wouldn't be exclusive to his birthday, if anything he might just want less control for a special occasion and Connor knew him well enough not to fall for the nonsense.
If Jacob wanted something different tonight, Connor expected he would’ve said so, or hinted around about it, or something. He certainly didn’t look put out at being de-clothed right where he was. Once Connor had the front of Jacob’s jeans undone, he slipped his hand down the front of him to cup that tantalizing bulge through his underwear. “Even birthday boys have to be good,” he murmured, rubbing at Jacob’s cock. Connor gave it the best squeeze he could, then took his hand back. “Get all the rest of this off,” he said firmly. “Now.”
Jacob let his eyes fall shut for a precious couple of moments as he enjoyed Connor's hand and the pleasurable thrum of pleasure it sent right to his balls. He didn't dally after being told what to do, pushing his jeans and underwear down before switching positions to be able to pull them off along with his socks. He ended up sitting with a perfect line of sight for Connor's crotch and he really didn't mind breaking a few rules right now. Reaching out he caught the zipper of his jeans, tugging it down while giving Connor a cheeky little smile. "Now you?"
Connor didn’t miss where Jacob’s eyes were as he watched the boy get all the way naked. It was definitely a pleasant process to witness. The little pull from Jacob’s fingers at his fly made Connor’s cock throb, but he managed to give him a narrow-eyed warning look. It only lasted a second or two, however, before a smirk briefly surfaced. “Now me,” he confirmed, letting his hands drop to his sides to give Jacob room to work. It was part of his birthday present, after all.
For a second Jacob thought Connor would stop him and he was ready to pout and whine because he was promised a present to unwrap, but then Connor's hands dropped and Jacob grinned in triumph. He loosened the button at the top and pulled the zipper all the way down, then tugged Connor's sweater up enough that he could lean in and kiss his stomach. He wasn't sure if that was a part of what he was 'allowed' but he was all about taking chances at the moment and this was what he wanted to do. He brushed his lips against the warm skin as he snuck his hand under the waistband of Connor's underwear, nudging it down.
That grin made the temporary, small loss of control absolutely worth it. Connor moved one hand to hold the front of his sweater up where Jacob pushed it, but didn’t take it all the way off yet. He was giving his boy a little slack in the leash, so to speak, and Connor wanted to see what he did with it. He wet his lips as he watched Jacob, a pleasant shivery feeling running up his spine at the feel of soft mouth and warm breath against his skin, and he drifted his fingers through the boy’s hair. Connor’s cock eagerly sprang free once it was clear of the elastic of his boxer briefs, more than ready to be part of the festivities.
Getting Connor's sweater off involved standing up so Jacob ignored that for now, instead nudging his pants lower as he kept kissing his stomach. He couldn't resist when Connor's cock was free, ducking his head to take the tip between his lips and glancing up at Connor to both look for approval and just to give him a suggestive little look as he licked the slit. He loved sucking his cock and he didn't really understand people who didn't like giving blowjobs but for Jacob it had a lot to do with the fact that he liked Connor and that Connor had a really nice cock.
How could Connor disapprove of that? It wasn’t even his birthday, but he was the first with his cock in a mouth, there were absolutely no complaints coming from him. Of course, in their dynamic, it was a privilege for Jacob to suck his cock. Connor hummed a deep appreciative noise and slipped his fingers into Jacob’s hair again to get a light grip there. “See?” he murmured, gazing down at the boy with lust-darkened eyes. “I told you. Gorgeous.” Connor’s hips flexed a bit to push himself a tiny bit deeper into Jacob’s mouth.
His cock slid easily over Jacob's tongue as he parted his lips more to allow it, closing his eyes when it got deep enough to hit the back of his throat. It was a privilege and he was well aware of it and that made it all the better. He didn't pull back, letting Connor set the pace for now, though he did stroke the base of his cock with one hand, his other running over Connor's thigh, rubbing gently and nudging his jeans down lower.
The way Jacob so readily took his cock deeper made Connor’s balls draw up. That sweet fluttering of lashes, the soft touches, the stroke of his tongue, it was all deliciously submissive. Connor indulged for a few long moments, drawing his hips back and then pushing forward again, just slowly enjoying the sensations. And the view, because goddamn. He slid his free hand over Jacob’s shoulder and arm, just touching all that smooth warm skin. When it all started to feel a little too good, like his body wanted to thrust harder and faster until he came, Connor pulled back. He nudged Jacob backward and gave a soft amused hum. “Whose birthday is it again? Lie back, get comfortable,” he murmured.
Jacob pulled back and gave Connor an impish grin. "Mine," he replied. "And I'm really enjoying it so far." Just so there was no question that he loved sucking Connor's dick. His own was hard and eager already so that was probably an indicator enough but words could really drive the hotness home. He did what Connor told him to do anyway, of course he did, scooting backwards and settling down in a position that was more flattering than comfortable, one leg drawn up a bit, his hand resting teasingly on his stomach, right above his dick. He wasn't even sure who he was teasing more, himself or Connor.
It was definitely an enticing scene, and Connor didn’t take his eyes off his boy as he got his jeans and boxers down and off of his legs. The sweater and t-shirt came next, as he didn’t quite have the patience to let Jacob do it. He’d unwrapped Connor as far as he wanted to, so Connor could take care of the rest. Giving his lips a quick lick, he climbed up onto the foot of the bed and toward Jacob, feeling rather predatory in a way that made his groin tingle. That hard cock of his was so pretty and untouched, and it deserved attention sooner than he might’ve given on another day. Connor dipped his head as he reached Jacob’s thigh to kiss and nip his way closer, one hand stroking over the boy’s other leg as he stopped crawling to settle on his side. Connor brushed his lips against Jacob’s hip and groin, avoiding direct contact with his cock to tease him a bit more.
Every little touch made Jacob's cock tingle, almost like Connor was actually touching it. Anticipation was such an aphrodisiac and he felt himself tense in an effort not to start squirming the longer Connor didn't quite touch him. He held back for a minute before telling himself it was his birthday and he was allowed to do more than Connor had officially permitted so he touched him, running his fingers through his hair. It felt special, letting himself do this, intimate in a way different from their usual time spent together and with every second that Connor didn't tell him no, Jacob grew bolder, letting his fingers trail down to his neck, lightly rubbing at his skin.
Connor allowed it, partly because it was Jacob’s birthday and partly because it felt really good. He was into tease and denial, and part of that was denying things he knew his sub wanted to do, like touching him a lot, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like it. Sometimes the power play came first, sometimes just the physical indulgence. And this way it would sink into Jacob’s subconscious as a treat for a special occasion. Connor flicked a glance upward at his boy’s face, loving how pleasure-stoned his looked, then moved to finally run his tongue up the length of Jacob’s cock. He teased the edge of the head lightly for a second, then went for another long stroke.
When Connor looked up, Jacob gave him a dopey little smile that faded quickly when Connor's tongue made contact with his cock. God he liked the look of that, his lips parting in pleasure as Connor teased the more sensitive part of him. He was anticipating Connor taking him into his mouth and his gaze was fixed on him as he waited, hoping he was actually pampering him that much and wouldn't deprive him of that sensation and sight even if it was only brief. His hand had stilled at the back of Connor's head and he realized he'd stopped moving and started again, lightly scratching, careful not to push too hard.
Pampering had been the goal, and if Jacob’s breathing was anything to go by, Connor was doing a decent job. He rather enjoyed giving head when he was in the right mood, and tonight felt like one of those nights. After a few more light tongue-flicks, Connor moved his head to take the tip of Jacob’s cock between his lips, teasing the slit for a second before he drew it in deeper. The boy truly had a beautiful dick, and it felt nice slipping further into Connor’s mouth. He let his eyes close, his free fingers lightly stroking over Jacob’s thigh to that sensitive dip where his leg met his ass, and gave a slow bob of his head.
Jacob instantly wanted him to move further, to feel him press inside of him. This touch alone made his body tense with desire and raw need and he shook with the effort not to buck up into Connor's mouth. Birthday or not, there were limits to the liberties he could take. He licked his lips as he watched Connor, feeling like his gaze was getting just a touch unfocused as his arousal grew. It wasn't even that much of a physical thing yet; Connor's mouth felt good and Jacob's body was warming up nicely but at the moment most of the effect was mental as his body built up to the stronger sensations.
There was no doubt in Connor’s mind that various parts of his body were going into Jacob’s tonight, but Connor wasn’t in any rush. Things were supposed to feel indulgent when one was celebrating, so he was going to at least try to stick with that pace. His own cock was already throbbing with demands for attention, but Connor rather enjoyed the wait. He focused on Jacob, drawing him slowly in and out of his mouth as his hand wandered further. Connor cupped and fondled his balls, fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin behind them as he swirled his tongue around Jacob’s cockhead. Connor wanted him good and worked up by the time his patience broke and he had to have him. He fought off the temptation to glance up again -- as if he didn’t need any approval, this was just his time to play with his boy however he wanted.
Jacob had never heard of any guy who didn't like a blowjob. They were probably out there somewhere but Jacob sure as hell wasn't one of them. Connor was playing him like an instrument and he could feel his cock get harder in his mouth, filling out more, loving the attention. Connor's fingers kept teasing that part of him that wanted more, making him feel restless and impatient before long but even that was a delicious sort of feeling because he was very certain Connor wouldn't leave him wanting tonight. He could come from this alone, of course, but it was a different sort of climax and he was very much addicted to having Connor balls deep inside of him when he came.
Connor drew it out for a while, very tuned in to Jacob’s body and reactions so as not to push him too far, or let him drift too far from the edge. It was a balancing act, but one he very much enjoyed. Controlling the flow of pleasure was a big part of his flavor of dominance, after all. He didn’t give the boy what he wanted with his fingers, even though he could tell Jacob was hungry to be filled. He kept sucking and teasing until some internal clock said it was time to move on, and Connor pulled his mouth off of the boy. He sat back and rolled his neck, a wicked little smile crossing his face. Connor leaned over Jacob to move one of the pillows at their side to reveal a couple of pairs of handcuffs, a ball gag, and a blindfold. One by one, he pulled them over to lay them across Jacob’s torso. “Pick one sense to keep,” he murmured. “Sight, taste, or touch?”
It was already hard to think because Connor had wound him up tight but the choice he had to make was already a hard one. He wanted to see Connor, touch him and taste him so how was he supposed to pick just one? Jacob let out a soft sound that sounded dangerously close to a whimper as he ran his fingers over each item, as if touching them might make it easier to choose. Another sound, whinier than the last as he looked at Connor, then picked up the ball gag and put it to the side. "I want to keep all of them," he admitted with a little pout but the sulk was enjoyable too in a way, that was just the nature of who he was.
Those whimpers were more of a turn on than Jacob probably knew. Reducing a usually-composed sub to whining was a power trip that made his dick feel even hotter and fuller. “Mm, good choice,” Connor murmured as Jacob rejected the ball gag. It would come into play one day, but Connor was pleased that the boy’s mouth was going to stay free ... for entirely unselfish reasons, of course. He drifted his fingers up Jacob’s chest and neck, brushing against his jaw briefly before he slipped two fingers past those soft lips. “Consider getting to keep one a birthday gift,” he said, smirking briefly again as he picked up one of the handcuffs with his free hand. “Arms spread against the headboard.”
Jacob licked his fingers slowly, drawing the tip of his tongue between them as he kept watching Connor, enjoying the view while he still had it. He didn't need to move much to do as he was told, leaning back slowly to let Connor follow, then spread his arms and rested them against the headboard in what felt like an inviting pose. He let him feel his teeth then, lightly nibbling on Connor's fingers, his eyes crinkling teasingly.
Connor kept his fingers in Jacob’s mouth as the boy moved and spread his arms, enjoying the feeling of both tongue and teeth. There was something that always felt so possessive about it, like he was reinforcing the fact that Jacob’s mouth was his, whether his cock was involved or not. But he needed both hands for the cuffs, so he took his hand back with a touch of reluctance. Connor patted his wet fingers firmly against Jacob’s cheek, grinning briefly, then moved to restrain each of his wrists to the headboard. Connor plucked up the blindfold and shifted his position, keeping up the eye contact as he moved from between Jacob’s legs to straddle his stomach, his balls dragging a bit against warm skin. “You ready?” he murmured with a smirk as he lifted the blindfold toward Jacob’s eyes.
"No," Jacob drawled with a feigned pout but even if he wasn't tied up, he was helpless to resist, aroused and excited as he was. His pout was followed by a small smile, just in case Connor decided to take him seriously, which wasn't very likely since he knew Jacob pretty well by now - at least in the bedroom. "Do you remember my safeword?" he asked softly as he did every time. By now it was more of a signal that he was ready since he'd never outright felt like begging Connor to stop and he was pretty sure that 'I'm serious, Connor' would do the trick, but it was tradition to ask by even if he'd never had to use it and never might.
“As if I could forget anything about you,” Connor murmured as he covered Jacob’s eyes with the soft cloth. He leaned in closer than was necessary to tie it at the back of the boy’s head, putting his mouth close to Jacob’s ear. “Surreal,” he whispered, just to prove that he knew it by heart. It had never once slipped his mind, but he liked that the reminder had become something of a green light between them. Once the blindfold was secure, Connor dipped his head around to kiss Jacob, firm and possessive, his tongue delving deep as he reached down to wrap his hand around his cock. Connor gave himself a couple of slow strokes, making sure to brush against the skin of Jacob’s stomach so he knew exactly what was happening.
It was delicious torture, knowing what Connor was doing and being unable to watch but Jacob knew it by heart now, how his cock looked in his hand and how it felt in his grip, velvety skin loose and soft over the hard core of it. His own cock throbbed as he thought about it and he couldn't help but rock his hips a little in a feeble hope his cock might brush up against some part of Connor. 'Surreal' had always felt like a fun little word to use but the way Connor whispered it in his ear, Jacob was sure he'd have some kind of a pavlovian response to it from now on and get hard if anyone used it in a sentence. It wouldn't be the worst thing ever but it could definitely become awkward. "Surreal," he whispered in confirmation and in a way to taste the word on his tongue now that it had gained even more meaning for him. He smiled weakly then as he realized how it sounded. "I mean- yeah, that's it... I'm all green light over here."
Connor gave another deep chuckle as he rubbed the head of his cock against Jacob’s skin some more. It just felt good. If it hadn’t been Jacob’s birthday, he would’ve been more tempted just to jerk off on his face as a denial thing, but as it was, he wanted more from him. “Good,” he said, straightening up. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He braced one foot up higher to lean in closer to Jacob’s face. He rubbed the tip of his cock against the boy’s lips until he opened up, then slipped into that hot, soft mouth of his. Connor groaned quietly as he pushed in slow and deep, then withdrew just as slowly. “God, you’re such a good little cocksucker,” he whispered down at his boy, one hand moving to cup the back of his neck as he eased his hips forward again.
Jacob was sure at this point he had a kink for praise, especially this kind of praise that was a little backhanded as it went straight to his cock and made him moan softly around the cock in his mouth. He relaxed his jaw and let Connor set the pace, rubbing his tongue against the shaft as it slipped in deeper. There was a thrill in knowing Connor could just use him to come like this, keeping him trapped as he fucked his mouth as long as he wanted to. A fleeting thought of 'what the fuck is wrong with me' flitted through his mind but was dismissed just as quickly. So what if he wanted to be the man's fucktoy, at least he was submitting to someone who so far seemed to absolutely deserve it.
If it hadn’t been a special occasion Connor might have done just that, and then left Jacob to marinate for a while with cum all over his face and his hands still bound. But that was mean for a birthday present, so Connor was just going to enjoy his mouth for a few more minutes. And fucking hell, did it feel good. Jacob had the perfect balance of softness and suction, and his tongue was skilled. Connor didn’t face fuck him hard or too fast, mindful of keeping his own orgasm at bay, but he definitely relished the drag of lips and tongue for a while. “Fuck,” he breathed, pulling out finally. Connor tapped his wet cock against Jacob’s cheek, smearing his own spit onto him. He then climbed off of him to knee-shuffle closer to the side of the bed and pull a nightstand drawer open. Connor pulled a few things out and went to settle between Jacob’s splayed thighs once more. “You’re dripping,” he murmured, reaching to tease the tip of Jacob’s cock with two fingertips. “You like sucking my dick that much, boy?”
Jacob pushed his hips up in reflex, a soft whimper escaping his lips at that touch that wasn't near enough. "Yes," he said without hesitation. "I love your cock. I wish I could see it." He bucked his hips up again, hoping to find Connor's hand and it really didn't feel like he had much control over the lower half of his body at the moment. It wanted more and Jacob was helpless to hold it back. "Please," he whispered and while he wasn't quite desperate yet he was rapidly reaching that point, his cock hard and needy, twitching almost like it was blindly searching for Connor's touch.
The way he squirmed made Connor’s insides all riled up, a pleasant restless feeling that made him want to shove his cock straight into Jacob and fuck him until neither of them could take anymore. All in due time. He kept his hand out of reach of the boy’s squirming, only giving him tiny soft touches -- and grinning rather sadistically as he did so. Not having to be mindful of his face was one of the benefits of playing with a blindfolded sub. “Maybe you’ll get to, if you’re good,” he told Jacob. Connor took his hand away completely to get some lube on the toy in his hand. It was a plug that was more like a cone, and it was great for giving that stretched feeling during a warmup. They hadn’t used a lot of toys yet, so why not tonight? Connor nudged the tip against Jacob’s ass and started gently pushing, his free fingers teasing at the boys taut balls.
"I'll be good," Jacob promised eagerly. "I'll be so good for you." The toy felt so small it was almost frustrating but then Connor pushed it in deeper and it started feeling wider, filling Jacob with a giddy feeling of arousal. "Be so good for you," he moaned as the toy stretched him more until it was almost as thick as Connor's cock. It would never feel as good as the real thing but it still felt oh so good and they'd only just started. "Whatever you want, it's yours, please, please..." The touch to his balls was almost enough but his cock still ached for attention. Hell, his whole body ached for more of Connor's touch.
God, those pleas did things to Connor. Made him want to do things back to Jacob in turn, like teasing and toy-fucking him until he came without ever touching his cock. Milking him like the little whore that he was, leaving him still hard and aching and maybe crying. Connor’s gaze drifted over the body splayed out in front of him, loving all the variation in color as Jacob flushed in places and stayed pale in others. The way his muscles strained and flexed was delicious. Connor wrapped his free hand around his cock for a couple slow strokes as he worked the plug in and out of Jacob’s ass, getting him relaxed and loosened up. “Lift those legs further,” he ordered, tapping at one of Jacob’s thighs. “Spread for me so I can get a good look at this ass getting filled.” He pushed the cone a bit deeper, putting a little more force behind it now. He knew it wasn’t long enough to really be satisfying, but the shallow stretch would feel just good enough to keep him whining.
Jacob groaned softly and raised his legs, pulling them up toward his chest. It would have been so much easier if he had his hands free to support them but fuck, he'd keep this position until his body gave out if that was what Connor wanted. "I wish it was your cock," he groaned and already missed Connor's hand on his own cock, those two strokes, as good as they'd felt, only making it worse when they stopped. "I want you so bad." He wasn't even sure what he wanted. Everything, anything Connor gave him. Even this was good, the tightness around his wrists as he pulled against the handcuffs, the ache in his cock as it strained to find Connor's hand again, the darkness he saw when he opened his eyes so he could only imagine what look Connor had on his face as he teased him.
He was a sight. The discomfort of the position was part of the fun, to keep Jacob’s body overstimulated, hyper-aware of every part of himself. He stroked his hand over Jacob’s thigh and down to his ass, ignoring his words for the moment to give it a sharp smack instead. Connor kept fucking his ass with the cone, steadily deeper. “Wishing doesn’t do you any good,” he told his boy with a bit of relish. “You know what does.” If Jacob wanted his cock that badly, he could ask for it. Or beg for it, whatever struck his fancy. Connor ghosted the tips of his fingers down the underside of Jacob’s cock again, then gave his balls a couple of firm taps, just to see him twitch.
Jacob jolted at that tap and it was harder to hold his legs up when he wanted to melt into a puddle of need. "I don't-" he started slowly because his brain was having a hard time catching up and figuring out what the hell Connor meant by that. What does? What does! he thought until he felt stuck in a loop of frustrated confusion. It wasn't his best moment but how could he be expected to follow logic when his entire attention was on Connor and what he was doing to him physically. "Please," he moaned then, not really because he caught up with what Connor was telling him so he was giving Connor what he wanted because it seemed like the only reasonable thing to do. "Please touch me, fuck me, please, I want you." It came out whinier than he intended but it was hard not to whine right now. He'd seen videos of guys being denied this for so much longer than this, how did they even hang in there for so long? He was already a mess and while he felt like he'd lost sense of time he was still pretty sure it had only been a few minutes.
Connor couldn’t help but grin a bit as Jacob obviously struggled. He considered that to be a good place for a sub to be, mentally: just stupid with need and pleasure. And then the begging was there, and Connor’s cock gave a hungry throb. It hadn’t honestly been that long, but he so wanted to break the tease and fuck Jacob senseless. It was his birthday ... but fuck, all of this was so delicious. “Oooh, you’re a needy one, aren’t you?” he teased, pulling the cone out just to thrust it home again. Jacob’s body was feeling like it was ready from Connor’s judgement. He set the cone aside and shuffled in closer. Connor took hold of his cock and started rubbing it against Jacob’s body, pausing only to dribble more lube into the mix. He stroked himself all around Jacob’s balls and the base of his cock, then back down to tease his opening. Connor braced his free hand against the boy’s thigh to help him stay in place. “What is it you need again, pretty boy?”
Jacob kept waiting for him to push in and just when he thought he would, Connor would be pulling away to rub against him in other ways and it was such delicious torture, Jacob was legitimately whining after a few moments. "You, please, you, please fuck me, just give me your cock," he babbled at Connor's question and maybe if he was in a different headspace he could endure this for longer but tonight he really wasn't. It made him feel kind of weak and pathetic and yet unashamed of the fact maybe because Connor seemed to like him when he was this way and it only made Jacob feel Connor's strength more acutely. He bit his lip and keened softly, rubbing one foot against Connor's arm in an almost placating way, like he could draw him in with touch alone.
Connor more than liked it, he loved reducing Jacob to a squirming needy animal. The gentle humiliation in making him beg for it was such a turn on. Connor wanted to torture him some more, but he could tell they were reaching the limit of Jacob’s patience tonight, and he didn’t want it to turn into a bad sort of needy. It was a delicate balance. Connor hummed like he was still thinking about it, but he was already reaching for one of the condoms on the bed. He deftly tore it open and rolled it on, then lined his cock up with Jacob’s body and slowly started to push into him. Connor braced both hands at the backs of Jacob’s thighs to help keep his legs up so he could relax, looking down as the head of his cock disappeared into his boy. He stopped there for a moment, withdrew, then slowly eased back in, taking his sweet time giving Jacob what he wanted. The contrast in their levels of self-control was delightfully powerful to him.
It wasn't deep enough, Connor was still tormenting him by not pushing in far and Jacob was on the verge of pushing himself away from the headboard even more so he could ... he wasn't even sure what. He didn't think he could make Connor go deeper if he didn't want to so it seemed so futile and yet his body ached for it. "Please," he moaned. "Touch me, fuck me, I'm yours, please." For some reason the next word that almost slipped from his mouth was 'daddy' but jesus, did that carry a lot of issues and possible problems so he bit back on it and tried not to look at it too closely. "Connor, please," he whispered instead and his toes were curling at this point as he ground his hips down against the other man, the handcuffs too tight now because he kept fucking pulling at them but that too just felt so damn good.
Jacob was trying so hard, and the squeeze of his ass around Connor’s cock felt so good, he decided to relent and let them both find some release. With a low grunt, Connor thrust himself fully into his boy in one smooth stroke. Absolute pleasure rolled up his spine, and his breath caught. He let go of Jacob’s legs and leaned down over him, keeping his hips still for the moment to let them both adjust. Connor pressed his body against Jacob’s, loving the feel of his hot cock caught between them, and slipped his hands behind Jacob’s shoulders. Connor nuzzled their cheeks together, his mouth close to Jacob’s ear again. “Goddamn right, you’re mine,” he purred, and rolled his hips just a bit. “Feel how we fit together? You were made for my cock, everything until now was just getting you ready for me.” Connor kept moving in those small strokes, enjoying how tight that grip was. “Say it again, tell me you’re mine.”
The words sent a sort of a rollercoaster dip right through Jacob's core and he was sure he could die happy right now, just listening to Connor's voice and feeling his cock inside him. "I'm yours," he gasped. "All yours." As if he'd protest it, he hadn't been fucked like Connor fucked him... ever. Sure, he'd had good sex but this was beyond everything and the way Connor could make him feel with words alone was really something special. "God you feel good," he mewled, hooking his legs around Connor as if he could pull him in even deeper. His cock throbbed against his stomach and Connor's, seeking what little friction it could between their bodies but really it was the feeling of being so completely filled that he was after and just a few thrusts against his prostate would probably get him where he wanted to be.
It was supposed to just be talk, because this was supposed to just be some no-strings fling, but Connor found himself meaning those words to some degree. He didn’t literally think Jacob had been born to fuck him, of course, and he wasn’t so egocentric to think of himself as some destiny or something, but they did have incredible chemistry. Connor was starting to want to see him more and more, wanting him to stay over more often, text more often, send more pictures. He was getting attached, but when he was balls-deep inside of Jacob, the boy desperately squirming underneath him, it didn’t feel like such a bad thing. His breathing getting heavier in Jacob’s ear, Connor started to thrust with more purpose. He was losing track of how he was ‘supposed’ to be behaving, happily handing himself over to his instinct. The build up was always an art that he loved, but letting go of having to think felt incredible too. “Fuck,” Connor panted as his pace ramped up.
There it was, that delicious friction that slowly turned his thoughts to static as his whole body became attuned to just this rhythm and the way Connor felt inside of him. Jacob happily let go, his hands going slack in their confines, his legs desperately clinging to Connor's body as he rocked in against him. "Please, please, please," he was moaning though he wasn't even sure what he was begging for at this point, just 'more', just 'don't stop', just 'please please please' because that was one of those words that for some reason made him feel so fucking good. Like 'no' and 'don't' because he was fucked up inside but that was okay because Connor had him and wasn't letting him go.
Somehow the closeness made it feel even better, so Connor stayed right on top of Jacob, pushing him into the mattress. The babbling was music to his ears, even better than wordless groans, bringing sharper pleasure with each one. Jacob was completely at his mercy, and loving every second of it. “You’re such a good little slutboy,” Connor hissed to him in between breaths. “You take this cock so good.” He moaned deep as he fucked Jacob even harder, hips pistoning as the pressure built in his balls. “You’re my favorite hole to fuck, you know that? And you’re all mine.” He slipped one hand further up to grip the back of the blindfold, pulling some of Jacob’s hair with it, wanting to put as much pressure on him as he possibly could.
Jacob had completely slipped into his role as just that, a hole for Connor to fuck, a body that knew nothing but pleasure. He finally stopped pleading but only because words became unnecessary as he lost track of time and space and his world was reduced the rhythmic thrusts and sparks of pleasure dancing through him. He was not quiet though, mewling and moaning as he got closer and closer to his climax. Connor's grip on his hair hurt a little but it only made it better, just like the chafing on his wrists and the dull ache in his thighs the longer he stayed in this position. It wasn't just pain he was willing to endure, it was pain he savored, the kind that let him forget all the bullshit life kept throwing at him, had him floating somewhere at the edges of subspace.
As wonderfully lost in the rhythm and ecstasy of it all as he was, Connor was still tuned into Jacob. That was part of getting absorbed, for him, like their bodies were connecting on a deeper level than physically. He could tell that the boy was getting close. On a normal day, he might have just kept fucking him the same way and let Jacob come without touching his cock, but Connor was still mindful that it was Jacob’s birthday. He really wanted to make him explode. “Don’t you come yet,” he growled in his boy’s ear. Connor gave a harder tug on his hair and nipped at his neck before he let go of both and pushed his upper body higher up. Bracing his weight on one hand, Connor spit in his other palm, reached between them, and took hold of Jacob’s cock. He started fucking him harder, rocking their bodies together to enhance the stroking of his fist.
It verged on cruel, telling him not to come and then making all the pleasure that much more intense and it made Jacob flat out fucking whimper. He didn't have that good a control over his climax yet and while he succeeded in delaying his orgasm for maybe ten seconds, that was it. It was the thought that if he came without permission Connor would punish him that pushed him over the edge since that idea was hardly a deterrent. Thinking it was a mistake, especially the mental image that followed. "Oh fuck, fuck, fu-" he was mewling as he tried to stop, squirming and jerking underneath Connor. It was an explosion at least, rocking his body and sending his mind spinning into oblivion for a few long moments, his moans loud and hoarse as he jerked in his bonds.
Connor didn’t honestly expect Jacob to be able to hold back under that kind of assault. Especially not with all the teasing and foreplay he’d tortured him with. Connor slowed his hips down but didn’t stop, gripping Jacob’s dick tight as it jerked and sprayed in his hand. He aimed it at the boy’s chest, smirking slightly as some of the hot liquid made it to his neck while Jacob writhed and whimpered and groaned. It was all so fucking hot to watch, and it felt even better, Jacob’s body clenching and throbbing around his cock. If he wasn’t wearing a condom, Connor felt sure he would’ve come right along with him. At least this way he got to be mean for a while longer and not let the poor thing rest. “Look at that,” Connor murmured, giving Jacob a few more strokes just to make him twitch. “No self control.” He tsked and rubbed the head of his cock against the mess on his lower belly. Connor briefly let him go to swipe his fingers through some cum and brought them to Jacob’s lips. “Open up and taste your failure.”
Jacob opened his mouth and accepted the slick fingers without hesitation and at least it stopped the litany of 'fucks' streaming from his mouth. He was still so sensitive, throbbing and twitching and Connor wasn't stopping and it hurt so good. He moaned around Connor's fingers, licking the cum off and sucking them clean, eyes open under the blindfold, staring at darkness. His pleas were muffled now, but the keening that escaped his throat didn't need words to be understood. He wasn't even sure what he was begging for, for Connor to stop or for him to keep going. He wasn't sure how long he could take it but he still loved it, having Connor fill him up, thrusting into him, his fingers in his mouth, possessive and in control.