Who: Jacob and Connor When: early afternoon, Friday, Dec 22th Where: mostly Connor’s place Warning: NSFW Status: Part 1, complete
It was more than nice to have a Friday off. Especially with the weather going the way it was. Connor had had a busy day and night Thursday, and when he’d finally seen Jacob’s reminder about Friday, he’d felt a huge sense of relief. He was off for the entire day, and he couldn’t wait to see his boy. Because Jacob was well and truly his now. They’d talked some about what that would mean to them, but they were taking it slow in working everything out. Connor was good with that; every relationship was its own animal, and he would rather be patient than cripple something before it began.
He treated himself to a sleep in for a while Friday morning, then got up to take an indulgent sort of shower. They didn’t even really have any plans, but he wanted to get prettied up and smelling nice anyway. Once he was groomed and the house was straightened up, Connor texted Jacob as he got in the car to let him know he was on the way. It felt like it was going to just be one of those play it by ear days -- maybe they would just keep themselves occupied at Connor’s place, maybe they would go out, do some last minute Christmas shopping, see the skating rink or something. He was just feeling generous and open to whatever Jacob wanted to do. It was cold as hell out, but the snow was very light and wasn’t supposed to get worse, so they had all kinds of options. He was feeling pretty light and optimistic as he pulled up in front of Jacob’s place.
Jacob was healing pretty well from his Thursday morning escapades - whatever they might have been - but he knew he still had to tell Connor about it because the scratches on his legs were still visible and he still a little sore. It sucked, but being honest was probably best anyway and he needed to clear some things with his new dom anyway. That fact, that he belonged to Connor now, had gotten him through a few long and boring days already and it still made him feel giddy thinking about it. At least whatever he'd done didn't seem to have ruined that.
He'd waited for this Friday a little impatiently. Meeting every day wasn't always doable since they both had jobs and Connor's job was very demanding, but this day was there and it had been like a little light in the dark all week. He was ready and waiting when Connor pulled up, having showered, dressed up really nice and packed an overnight bag. He hurried to the car, dusting a few stray fluffy snowflakes out of his hair as he got in and smiled at Connor. Fuck, not only was he a good dom, he was also just so damn good looking, Jacob didn't tire of looking at him. "Hey," he murmured, leaning in a little expectantly, hoping for a kiss.
Connor definitely wasn’t the only aesthetically pleasing one in the car, and he watched Jacob get in with not-so-subtle admiration. “Hey babe,” he murmured back as he leaned over as well. The terms of endearment had been flowing more freely now that they were officially ... something. A couple, if not a traditional one. Connor kissed his boy, soft and lingering for a moment, then straightened up and gave him a brighter smile. “How was your night? Any thoughts on what you wanna do today?” It was just so fucking nice to have a full 24 hours off to enjoy however he wanted -- part of Connor was muttering that he should be cleaning up his parents’ place, but it was easy enough to ignore at the moment.
If he wasn't still a bit banged up, Jacob might have suggested a lot of things. There was an ice skating rink and while that wasn't his thing, he'd totally try it with Connor. That could actually be said about a lot of things, he was just pretty sure he could enjoy almost anything if they were together which was probably sappy and lame but oh well. He deserved sappy and lame. "You look good enough to eat so I kinda just wanna go to your place," he murmured with a cheeky little grin before he caught himself and bit his lip, realizing he couldn't just let this slide. "But I also need to talk to you about stuff. I kinda fucked up a little and I need to know we're okay."
The first part made Connor grin, and he’d been about to say that Jacob could eat his fill when the second part came along. His smile faded somewhat and he glanced over at his boy as he pulled the car away from the curb. It was pretty early to be fucking up, and Connor couldn’t think of any possibilities for fuckups right off the top of his head, but that didn’t always mean much. “Yeah, of course,” he said. He wanted Jacob to know he could always talk to him about anything, period. That was a big part of doing the relationship thing, to him. “Now, or you wanna wait ‘til we’re home?”
"Home," Jacob replied with a crooked little smile. He probably should have kept his mouth shut until then but there was this urge to get it out of the way - and preferably forgotten and now the cat was out of the bag. He glanced out the window at all the Christmas decorations up on his street - some gaudier than others - and then looked back at Connor, reaching out to rest his hand on his thigh. "Do you have any good plans for Christmas? Joss's parents invited me to join them but if you're gonna be like alone and sad I can totally change my plans."
A delayed ‘we need to talk’ was always anxiety-inducing, but the drive wasn’t long and Jacob didn’t seem overly distraught, so Connor could smother that until they got back to his place. The touch on the thigh was reassuring, and he dropped one hand to cover Jacob’s. “My plans are only good for the bank account,” he said with a faint chuckle, glancing over warmly at his boy. It was beyond sweet of him to offer, and it gave Connor that nice tug in his chest again. “I’m working straight through. But that’s all right. I’ll see my parents the next day, probably. Gives people with better families time to enjoy them.” He stroked his thumb against Jacob’s knuckles. “Go and have a good time at Joss’s, I promise I’ll be too busy to be sad.”
It was probably too much, to spend Christmas together so soon so that was a bit of a relief, though Jacob knew he would have loved it anyway. He was so enamored, it was probably pathetic. "You have fun at work then," he murmured. "Sing some Christmas carols for your patients who are stuck in the hospital for the holidays. You could dress up as Dr. Santa." He was absolutely teasing now, even if it would be fucking cute. He just hoped Connor's co-workers were nice at least, it was no good spending time with people you didn't like for the holidays. Though he supposed a lot of people had to do that with their own damn families. At least he was lucky in that regard, his family was small and friendly.
“Oh if you think I don’t have a Santa hat already, you’re dead wrong,” Connor said with a laugh. He briefly took his hand back to rub the stubble on his jaw. “It’s kinda too late to stop shaving, though.” He didn’t think he looked very good with a beard anyway, it had just never been his style. Connor thought that if he did grow one these days though, it would be plenty white. Spending Thanksgiving at the hospital had been all right, and he didn’t expect Christmas to be any different. There were always holiday injuries and illnesses, but he doubted it would be anything to write home about, just another long shift with double-time pay. “Got all your shopping done and everything?” he asked, glancing over at Jacob again.
"What, and deprive myself of the joys of last minute shopping?" Jacob said with feigned shock. "Hell no. And don't grow a beard, you're way too hot without one." He couldn't resist reaching over and running his finger along Connor's jaw for emphasis and mainly just to touch him. "I'll get you a fake one for Christmas." He had no idea what to get Connor, it was probably the hardest gift idea he'd ever had to come up with, especially with his limited budget. "Kidding, I'll probably just get you a voucher. Like, I'll do your dishes for a month. Naked." He rolled his eyes at himself, settling his hand back on Connor's thigh.
That touch felt nice, and Connor smiled reflexively, his stomach tingling a little. God, it was so weird to feel this way at his age, he would’ve thought he would be too jaded by now to get butterflies like a damn teenager. But here he was, enjoying every foolish second of it. He laughed softly and flexed his leg a tiny bit under Jacob’s palm. “Careful what you promise me, you might just get stuck doing naked chores indefinitely,” he murmured. The mental image more than appealed to him, if he was being honest. He’d already fantasized a bit about keeping Jacob as a collared houseboy. That sort of arrangement was a big deal though, and way beyond what sort of expectations they’d talked about so far. He slowed the car down to turn into Seaview. “Don’t stress about it though, I honestly don’t need anything but your company,” he added.
"See, people say that," Jacob said knowingly. "But then they get pouty when they don't get a present and that's a fact." It was interesting how at ease he was now in Seaview, associating it more with Connor than with events of the past even with the woods looming all around. He wasn't so sure he'd be happy here alone but everything just felt safer with Connor around which was probably unrealistic but he didn't care as long as it helped the bad feelings stay away. "I'd totally do the naked thing though, anything but cook bacon, because ouch." He grinned at Connor, loosening his seat belt when they were parked outside his house. He'd be lying if he said he didn't dream about just that sort of arrangement with the man but that too was unrealistic, way too soon and probably self indulgent. To just live with someone who took care of all the grown-up shit and let Jacob just do art, clean a little and get fucked. Too good to be true, but a really nice daydream.
Connor was pretty sure he wouldn’t get pouty, he would always accept sex as a ‘gift,’ but Jacob was right in general. He was just old enough and successful enough that he didn’t really want for anything, and he knew Jacob didn’t have much expendable income. Another reason that turning him into a twenty-four-seven sub was so appealing. “Yeah?” he asked, grinning back at Jacob as he put the car into park. “I might just put that to the test.” He at least really wanted to see Jacob pushing around a vacuum cleaner with nothing on, perhaps while he was kicked back in the recliner with a drink. In his fantasy, Jacob would be hard the entire time, with frequent breaks to suck Connor’s cock before he went back to work ... Connor tried to shake the idea off, aware that they still had something to talk about and he couldn’t just have his way with Jacob as soon as they got in the door. He got out of the car and headed up the porch steps to let them in, shrugging out of his coat to hang it up once he’d locked up again. “You hungry or thirsty or anything?”
Jacob took off his own coat and scarf and shook his head no, aware they needed to talk before anything else happened. He didn't think Connor would kick him out or break up with him, it wasn't that serious, but he was still dreading the possible look of Disappointment. Their arrangement was new, it wasn't a 24/7 deal so he had no reason to worry and yet the urge to please his dom overrode all of that logic. "Can we talk in the living room?" he asked and ideally he just wanted to be on Connor's lap as they talked. It wasn't really in his nature to be bossy but right now he had a thing about having it his way so he tugged gently on Connor's shirt to lead him in that direction.
“Of course,” Connor murmured, allowing himself to be lead without much coaxing. Worry bubbled up again in his chest, but he was managing to keep it at bay. It was possible that it wouldn’t be a big deal at all, whatever it was. He just had to hear Jacob out and see. Connor sat on the couch once they reached it, then reached down to untie his shoes and toe them off. Why not be comfortable through a hard conversation, right? Connor sat back and looked expectantly at Jacob, keeping his posture relaxed and open.
Jacob kicked off his shoes and moved to straddle Connor's lap, moving slowly in case Connor for some reason didn't want him there but he immediately felt welcome so he settled in comfortably. "So," he started, giving Connor a little smile even as he worried at his lip a little and idly toyed with the collar of Connor's shirt. "I use recreational drugs. Or used. I'm not an addict or anything, quitting is no big deal but uhm." He furrowed his brows. "I don't know if you hate drugs or whatever, we didn't talk about that but I think- I took something the other night and I don't remember anything that happened after that. I don't even remember taking it. I just remember coming home and going to sleep but when I woke up I'd obviously gone back out and done something, I don't know what. So I got rid of what I had left and I figure I won't take sleeping pills for a while either." He had focused hard on Connor's shirt as he spoke, not looking up at his face until he trailed off again.
Connor accepted Jacob into his lap easily, his hands running idly up Jacob’s thighs to rest on his hips. He listened with a neutral expression, studying Jacob’s face with his dark eyes. A small line appeared between Connor’s brow when Jacob got to the part about not remembering anything. That was more concerning than recreational drugs ... if they were truly recreational. “What did you do before you went to sleep?” he asked. “Was it from work, or a bar, or ...?” If he didn’t remember taking anything, then it was possible he’d been drugged by someone and it hadn’t kicked in until later. Connor intended to ask what kind of drugs Jacob was talking about having around -- some pot or mushrooms were very different than something like heroin or meth. But the gap in his memory seemed like the more important point at the moment. “Have you ever blacked out like that before?”
Jacob shook his head at the question. "I was working, I walked home, I was tired so I went to sleep. Woke up like I'd been partying in the bushes and found out I stole a welcome home banner from someone." He smiled faintly, like that should have been funny, but it really wasn't and he knew it. Thinking of the banner always gave him a weird chill but he chalked it up to the fact that he couldn't remember taking it. "I just wanted you to know about it and that I got rid of it all." He would want to sleep over more often without the sleeping aid but he wasn't about to bring all that baggage into the conversation.
He didn’t smile back. “So what are we talking about here? What did you have to get rid of?” he wanted to know. If Jacob had a stash of substances, but he’d never had a blackout like that before, it didn’t track that he’d taken something from his own supply, unless he just took a lot of it. But before Connor could determine that, he needed to know what drugs were on hand. Jacob didn’t seem like he wanted help figuring out what happened, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get it anyway.
"Just E," Jacob muttered and it felt a little odd to be sort of interrogated about it even if Connor was well within his right to do so and he was probably just concerned - more doctor than dom at the moment. "I figured it was a bad batch or something, laced or..." The really frustrating part was that he didn't know why he'd wake up and decide to drop E in the middle of the night. He clearly remembered going to sleep and it didn't make sense. At the same time it was the only theory he had to work with and any alternative led him down paths he didn't want to go down. Point Pleasant was a weird town, if getting rid of the drugs didn't help he didn't know what would.
Connor had never really heard of ecstasy causing blackouts like that, but Jacob was right, it could’ve been laced with something else. Or it had reacted badly with the sleeping pills he’d mentioned. He continued to look concerned and thoughtful for a quiet moment, then gave a slight nod. “Sleeping pills can have strange effects on you, make you do things you don’t remember. Are you all right, though? Didn’t hurt yourself or feel sick or anything?” His expression softened a little as his gaze ticked down over what he could see of Jacob.
Connor had long since made Jacob feel like he had some praise kink going on and now he was making him feel the same about concern. There was just something really, really good about the way he looked him over and Jacob felt so needy for every bit of his attention that it warmed him up inside. "No, I'm okay," he promised. "A little scratched up." He smiled again and rolled his eyes. "A little worried I made an ass of myself." A lot worried about something worse, but he was still trying really hard not to think about that and being here with Connor helped. "Pissed about that by the way, the scratching. You're the only one I want leaving marks on me."
The worry wasn’t gone, and it wouldn’t be unless this just didn’t happen again for a while. It made him glad that Jacob didn’t have a car. Blacking out and going wandering around outside was dangerous, especially in the winter. He gave a soft hum and rubbed at Jacob’s sides idly. “Well I’m glad you got rid of it,” he murmured. “And that you’re okay. I know it’s not something we talked about yet, but I guess we should ... I’m a doctor, so I can’t condone most of it.” Connor gave him a wan little smile. “But I don’t mind if you, y’know, smoke some pot or do shrooms or E once in a while at a party or something. Anything stronger than that, though, or a regular habit ...” He shook his head, looking serious. Connor just didn’t have the mental and emotional space required to date someone with a drug problem. “Take your prescriptions, of course,” he added in a softer murmur. “Hope that’s not a dealbreaker.”
Jacob arched a brow at what he was allowed to do because it was honestly more than he had expected. "I'm not interested in stronger stuff," he said honestly. "And I won't be touching anything for a while so no, it's definitely not a dealbreaker." He was sure he'd give it all up if that was what Connor actually wanted. It just wasn't worth it to throw this away for a night of getting high, no matter how good the high was. "I've never had a problem with drugs before, I promise. This isn't going to be a thing."
“Good,” Connor said. He slipped his arms further around Jacob and pulled him in a bit closer, lifting his face to kiss him softly. The doctor part of Connor was aware that he could be lying, he could really have an addiction issue, but from everything he had seen so far, he trusted what Jacob said. “I don’t wanna lose you to something stupid. But listen ... if that happens again, I want you to call me immediately, okay?” He gazed into Jacob’s eyes, wanting him to understand the importance of what he was saying. If a blackout like that wasn’t the result of a tainted dose of E, then it was a serious neurological concern. “Day or night. And we’ll get you checked out. I just need you to be safe, okay?”
"Yes, sir," Jacob murmured even though he had no intention of going to the hospital for anything if he could help it. He was poor, he wasn't sure if he was still on his mom's insurance and he wasn't about to make Connor take care of that part of his life in case that wasn't the case. Still, he could say yes and make Connor feel better for now and then hope it would never come to that. "You wanna check my vitals now?" he teased, tilting his head to the side in invitation as he rested his arms on Connor's shoulders. What he really wanted was another kiss and to stop talking about this though he couldn't blame Connor for wanting to be thorough, Jacob himself had a lot of questions he wished he had answers to and if it hadn't happened to him he would probably be asking them now.
As a doctor, Connor wasn’t going to take no for an answer, if he thought something might really be wrong with someone he cared about. The financials could be figured out later, a potential brain tumor wasn’t anything to fuck around with. They would cross that bridge when they came to it, though. For now, he was satisfied enough with Jacob’s answer, so he could let it go and relax into their evening. Connor chuckled and leaned in to nuzzle and kiss at his neck. He shifted his hold on Jacob, slipping one hand between them to cup the boy’s crotch. “Mm, I’m not getting a good pulse,” he murmured with a smirk. “I might have to get you more stimulated.” Maybe he shouldn’t be sliding so easily into flirting, maybe he should be asking more questions, but Connor honestly just wanted to relax. Jacob was okay for now.
It was honestly what Jacob wanted too. He didn't want to think about what this all meant, he just wanted Connor to be okay with him and flirting was the best way to feel like things were normal. He huffed a quiet laugh and bucked his hips into the touch, his fingers finding the back of Connor's head to scratch lightly at this short hair. "I think you might have to," he murmured. "Send a few shockwaves through me, get my heart pumping."
Connor hummed into Jacob’s neck and added a few nips into the mix, keeping them light for now. The real shockwaves could come later. He kissed his way back along Jacob’s jaw to his lips, then lingered there for a moment or two, his palm still pressed against that warm bulge. “Anything else you wanna talk about?” he murmured in between kisses, his tone slightly amused. Connor doubted it now, but it was good policy to ask, right? There were so many details they hadn’t discussed yet ... or maybe he was just wanting to stall to tease.
There were probably things they needed to discuss but Jacob couldn't think of any of them in that moment, too preoccupied with the feel of Connor's lips and hand. "Nope," he said quietly and really, this talk had gone a lot better than he'd dared to hope though right now he wasn't even sure why he'd been so worried. It wasn't that farfetched to think that Connor might not want to deal with drama but Jacob had never gotten a hint of him being the kind of guy who just tossed a person out without a second chance. If anything he cared too deeply which under a different set of circumstances might have been a problem in itself. Not with a dom though, definitely not a problem for Jacob when it came to his dom. "Anything you want to talk about?" he asked with a somewhat cheeky smile, his fingers slipping under Connor's collar just to feel that contrast between skin and fabric.
He was of the same mind -- there probably were things, like hard limits and more nuanced expectations -- but Connor’s brain wasn’t in that sort of mode at the moment. It was hard to be an objective, negotiation-minded pro dom when there was a hot boy in his lap, sliding fingers under his clothes. “About how you’ve got too many clothes on, maybe,” he murmured before giving Jacob’s bottom lip another nibble. He took his hand off of the boy’s crotch to smack his ass instead, hard since there were clothes in the way. More details could come with time and all that. In the meantime there was nothing wrong with fantasizing about Jacob being his 24/7. “You did well by telling me, by the way,” Connor added, aware of how Jacob responded to praise. “I want you to tell me anything and everything.” He kissed him again.
Jacob was about to say something about how the clothes could definitely be negotiated but then Connor smacked his ass and his thoughts kind of cleared right out. He moaned softly despite himself and then all but melted at the praise. Connor read him well and now a gut deep sense of satisfaction was swirling with the arousal in him. "I'll tell you everything," a murmured promise against Connor's lips and in the moment he absolutely meant it, even if there were things he wasn't talking about. It probably didn't count since he didn't want to think about them at all so he wasn't depriving Connor of anything he wasn't depriving himself of either. Now he was just content to melt into this kiss and without Connor's hand against his crotch, he found himself pushing in closer against his body, winding his arms around his neck.
Connor was sure that ‘everything’ didn’t necessarily mean everything, at least not right away. But damned if the promise didn’t make his insides smolder happily. Developing that kind of trust between them so early on was important. They’d already taken good steps in that direction, and this was just another one. At least that was all Connor hoped it was, and there were no medical issues. That was far from his mind at the moment though, his attention fully on Jacob and the moment they were in. He ran his hands along Jacob’s back and down to squeeze both sides of his ass again, tasting him deep and hungrily. Connor wanted everything this young man had to give -- complete honesty, his dedication, his body, his mind. He felt greedy with it, and that reflected in the way he held on tight, his hips rocking upward against Jacob’s weight. “Because you’re mine?” he breathed as their lips parted slightly.
The question sent a flood of warmth through Jacob's core. "Because I'm yours," he whispered back reverently. "Completely." It was something he wished he could make his whole identity, belonging to Connor. Cut out all the bullshit and live and breathe that one thing. Life was just too messy and stupid and complicated but this, this felt simple and pure and oh so easy. Well, the pure part was up for debate with how he wanted to squirm on Connor's lap, his cock getting nice and full, pressing against his jeans. Connor just had a lot of different effects on him.
It made Connor’s stomach twist and his heart beat harder in his chest. He felt like it was going to take a while for the shine to rub off of hearing Jacob say things like that. No words came to his lips, so he just let out a low growl to express that pressure in his core. Connor adjusted his grip on Jacob’s ass and then pushed himself forward on the cushion and twisted to the side. Moving Jacob down onto his back on the couch wasn’t too difficult, and he didn’t even have to pull their mouths very far apart to do it. On top of him now, between his legs, Connor pressed into his firm warmth with a groan.
The mood had been teetering on the edge between two good things but now it shifted completely to absolute arousal, and how could it not? This was hot and Jacob's heart was beating a lot faster suddenly as he felt himself pressed down against the couch. The shift was so subtle from concerned and soft to predatorial and hard and Jacob had been right - this was better than drugs. He pushed up against him but didn't kiss him like he wanted to, well aware that what little control he'd had just a moment ago he had now relinquished.
The vibes fed into each other inside of Connor -- when it came to a sub, concern and lust were all tangled together. He wanted to protect his boy, shield him from everything except Connor himself. Because all of the pain and discomfort he doled out came with love and pleasure attached, and the rest of the world wasn’t like that. Connor didn’t deny either of them for more than a second, his mouth covering Jacob’s hungrily again. He ran his hand down the boy’s side, and then up again to delve under his shirt, caressing the warm skin as he rocked his hips against Jacob. His groin heated up as his cock got achingly hard. Connor wanted them off the couch eventually, but damn it felt good to make out with his boy like a horny teenager.
Jacob might not have control but he still felt possessive right now and Connor was his. He wrapped his legs around him tightly, as if to keep him right there as they kissed, knowing full well that he'd let go if told to but that didn't mean he wanted to. His body ached for more, arousal rushing through him like adrenaline, all his focus on Connor and the way his own body responded to him. Belonging to him was more than just a decision he made in some logical part of his brain, he could feel it in every cell of his body, that need to be his, to be completely owned and controlled by him. It took so much trust but Connor had more than earned it so far and it felt so right.
Connor liked the way Jacob clung to him, like he was the only solid thing in the world. He wanted to be that for Jacob, an anchor, a rock for him. Connor still questioned himself sometimes, like maybe it was too much too soon, like he was foolishly rushing into things ... but in moments like this, he didn’t give a shit. He wasn’t getting any younger, it all felt so viscerally real, and at this chaotic stressful time in his life, maybe that dose of control was what he needed to stay balanced. Plus Jacob was so trusting and absolutely delicious, how could he not respond to that? Connor indulged in kissing the hell out of him for a while, until his own restlessness got impossible to ignore, then he pulled back and pushed himself up onto his knees. Connor leaned back against the arm of the couch, hitched his shirt up in front, and started undoing his belt, dark eyes locked on Jacob. “Come here and suck your owner’s cock, boy,” he said, his voice gravelly.
His voice as much as the words sent a jolt of pleasure through Jacob's cock and he was quick to sit up and crawl over to him, pressing his hands on the couch cushion as he waited eagerly and obediently for Connor's cock to be freed. He licked his lips slowly as he met Connor's gaze, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth, but his attention was all on Connor's hands deftly undoing his pants. As soon as he pulled his cock out, Jacob ducked down to lick at the tip, glancing up at Connor again before letting it slip between his lips. He stayed on his knees for now, though he knew it wouldn't be long until he gave into the urge to stretch out and then it would be hard not to hump the damn couch. He'd hold out for a bit, focus on Connor's cock, his hands fisted against the couch cushion as he used just his mouth for the time being.
Fuck, that was a beautiful sight. Jacob on his knees, looking up at Connor with those big bedroom eyes of his, eager to get Connor’s cock in his mouth. One of these days he was going to start taking pictures, but that took an additional level of trust that he could be patient for. Because goddamn did he want to see some of these compromising positions at his leisure. He pulled himself free and shivered slightly at the first contact from Jacob’s tongue, giving a soft moan as the boy took him in deeper. Connor cupped the side of Jacob’s face with one hand to feel the way his jaw flexed, fingers pressing in a bit on that tender spot just under it. He thought he could faintly feel Jacob’s pulse, and that was erotic as hell. In this moment, that heart was pounding just for him. “God you’re so beautiful,” he breathed, easing his hips forward just a bit to feel the slide of tongue. “If I had a desk job, I would keep you under it all day, every day.” Connor huffed a laugh, then hummed some more pleasure.
Jacob loved the idea of that, in the moment at least. It wasn't realistic or practical but he could easily imagine living like Connor's pet, curled up at his feet and ready to crawl up and suck his cock whenever he wanted it. It was sexy as hell to think about now and he let out a soft, agreeing sound, closing his eyes as he took Connor's cock deeper. Their relationship might be brief so far but he had wanted Connor for so long, it was easy to tack that time onto it and feel less like this was rushed. It felt too right and too good to feel rushed anyway, like belonging to Connor was what he'd been made for. He couldn't - and didn't want to - imagine how empty and useless he'd feel if this ended. When this ended his pessimistic side wanted to say but he smothered it because no, he couldn't think about it. It felt like a purpose, anchoring him in what would otherwise feel like such a miserable existence.
The hum was enough of an agreement and Connor languished in that little fantasy for a moment or two while he slow-fucked Jacob’s mouth. He did have a desk at the hospital, in his own tiny office, even, but he was hardly ever sitting in it. It was made to hold piles of patient files until he hurriedly scribbled his signature on them at the end of the day, too tired to even properly enjoy a blowjob. But he did have a desk at home that would be more suitable, and Connor thought one day he might put Jacob under it while he caught up on some emails or something. Just the idea of having his boy at his complete disposal made his balls feel tight. After another minute or two, he pushed in deeper as he reached forward to grab the back of Jacob’s shirt and pull it up his body. He was still wearing too many clothes, and Connor wanted them off. “Up,” he murmured as he leaned back again. “I wanna see you.”
Jacob let his cock slip from his mouth as he hurried to obey, helping Connor get the shirt off as he pushed himself up to his knees and straightened up to be on display for him. He licked his lips, the taste of Connor still on his tongue like a damn aphrodisiac. "Do you like what you see?" he asked and managed to sound inquisitive instead of cocky. He was vain in some ways but his body just felt normal to him, not a thing to be stupidly proud of, yet the way Connor looked at him made him feel like it was more than that, beautiful even. It was a dizzying feeling and like any praise from Connor it was highly addictive.
Jacob was beautiful to Connor, in a way that was uniquely him. Connor had never been a huge fan of the gym bunny look on his subs, there was something much more appealing to him about softness to a body. Gentle curves and lines and soft skin that had never seen a tanning bed. Natural and raw and unsculpted. “Fuck yeah, I do,” he murmured, his eyes crawling over Jacob’s torso. One of his hands had fallen to his cock, and he gave it some slow strokes. Connor up-nodded toward Jacob’s waist. “All of it.” He loved the power disparity of being the only one clothed, and making Jacob fully strip out in the living room was an added layer of delicious control.
Jacob preened at the answer, Connor's appreciation like a nice hot bath for the soul. He hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans and let them slip down over his hips along with his underwear before sitting back to pull them off completely, his socks getting tugged along with them. Not wasting time he got back on his knees, let his hands rest behind his back as he displayed himself for Connor again. His cock bopped lazily as he moved, hard and aching for attention but Jacob was fine with that for now, his mission was to please Connor, sort of to make up for having fucked up, even if Connor wasn't mad about it.
Connor had forgotten all about it at the moment, all of his focus on the boy in front of him. He was getting to know every inch of Jacob’s body, every dip and freckle, and he wanted to kiss and lick all of it. Especially that rosy, tantalizing cock of his. Connor kept slowly stroking himself as he took a couple of full minutes to just look at him, bare and open and vulnerable, all for Connor. He gave a wordless grumble as his patience broke, he shuffled forward on his knees and let go of himself to put his hands on Jacob instead. One stroked down his chest and stomach while the other cupped the back of his neck to pull him into another hungry kiss. Connor broke for a breath as his fingers wrapped around the base of Jacob’s cock. “You like this? Being mine to play with?” he murmured, brushing their lips together.
They were a couple of agonizing minutes for Jacob who maintained his position as best he could as he let Connor watch him and watched him back, stroking himself almost as if teasing Jacob with something he couldn't have yet. He almost let out a sigh of relief when Connor's patience broke first and he kissed him back hungrily, some uncomfortable tension slipping from his body to be replaced with a different kind - a better kind. He all but whimpered when Connor's hand found his cock, the grip so good and yet not enough, not nearly enough. "Yes," he whispered, eager and breathless. "I like being yours. You can do whatever you want with me." Connor already knew that but Jacob didn't tire telling him that and he knew Connor liked hearing it, knowing that absolute surrender and trust Jacob had for him.
Those words were some of Connor’s favorite to hear in the heat of the moment. They made him want to shove Jacob down on the carpet and plunge straight into him, to fuck him hard and raw, until he begged for mercy, until he cried, until neither of them could move anymore. Connor didn’t have a huge sadistic streak when it came to physical pain, and what impulses he did have were kept well in hand, but sometimes ... fuck. The urges were all intermingled with the desire for control, ownership, the trust it took for someone to let him do something to them that wasn’t immediately healing, and just the whims of animal passion. Jacob was his and he wanted to claim him in every single way. Both hands clenched on Jacob, and he made another of those growly sounds in the back of his throat. Connor let go of the boy’s neck to smack his ass again, this one with a much more satisfying sting. “Careful what you promise me, because I’ll take it,” he muttered. Connor released Jacob’s cock as well to bring that hand up close to their faces. “Spit in it.”
Jacob jolted a bit at that slap and those words were a threat that was also a promise, sending another happy little buzz through his cock. He wanted Connor to take it, he wanted him to take it all and it was a deliciously helpless feeling. He took a second to gather saliva in his mouth, then spat in Connor's hand as instructed, unable to keep his body from arching toward him as if there were magnets at work. It wasn't too far from the truth, there was a force that pulled him toward Connor in every way and who was he to explain how that worked. Magnet was just as reasonable an explanation as any to someone who didn't understand the science of it all.
At the moment, Connor planned on taking it all, in whatever manner he wished. He lowered his hand again to rub it against Jacob’s cock, spreading his saliva around before he got a better grip and started to stroke. Connor kept it slow but tight, his eyes on Jacob’s face, loving the sight of the pleasure that spread across it. Connor wanted to have him whimpering before they even got into the bedroom. He gripped the back of the boy’s neck with his other hand and nipped periodically at his full bottom lip. “Such a pretty little toy,” he murmured, his fist working back and forth over just the head of Jacob’s cock for a few strokes.
Jacob was starting to feel lightheaded, his eyes half-lidded as he rocked slowly against Connor's hand, breath catching in his throat. The praise was just cherry on the top, he loved being called pretty and he loved being Connor's toy, to be used however he saw fit, to belong to him completely. At the same time his body was tense because he knew there was no way Connor was going to let him come like this - unless he was going to let him come and then keep going and both those options were worthy of feeling tense. He chased Connor when their lips weren't touching, just barely keeping himself from kissing him fully and deeply since it wasn't his right to decide that, it didn't keep him from wanting it, from subtly suggesting it, his lashes fluttering and a small soft sound slipping from his lips whenever Connor nipped at him.
Connor loved that needy hover, and the self-restraint it took Jacob not to completely bridge that gap. He could see the struggle, and it was hot. He didn’t give in either, not for a while, focused on thoroughly teasing the boy in his hands. Connor loved how hard Jacob’s cock felt, how heavy his breathing was getting, those little helpless sounds making his own cock throb sweetly. He loved that tension too, knowing that Jacob felt taut and on edge already, in a way that was even deeper than physical. “You wanna kiss me?” he breathed after a while. Connor’s tongue darted out to swipe against Jacob’s lip. He released the boy’s cock for a brief moment to cup and caress his balls, fingers teasing the flesh behind them.
Again Jacob followed when Connor pulled away, his lips parted and a small, pained moan escaping his throat. "Yes," he whispered, even tilted his head to prepare for it but he didn't close that gap yet. "Always." It was true, he wanted to be near Connor all the damn time, he wanted to kiss him all the damn time, when they couldn't spend the night together he watched porn and imagined it was Connor. Finding the right video was always tricky but there were a couple he fell back on that came close enough. Never as good as the real thing and he wasn't ashamed of this raw need that was so all consuming. A good sub should be addicted to his dom and Jacob was a good fucking sub.
He was a good fucking sub, but Jacob still hadn’t learned how to ask for what he wanted, apparently. Or maybe he just liked the game, being forced to do it. Connor was getting just as hooked on him, so he didn’t mind teaching the lesson over and over again. His hand tightened around Jacob’s balls, just enough to be uncomfortable, and he hummed a slightly disapproving sound. “Ask permission then,” he prompted, his voice still low and rough. Jacob had done very well with not going ahead and doing it -- which Connor honestly probably would’ve allowed anyway -- but now that they’d established what he was craving, he was going to have to say please for it.
Jacob moaned again, narrowing his eyes in discomfort but he kept his hands behind his back and maintained his posture even as his muscles tensed in the urge to squirm. "Please kiss me," he asked, hooking his index fingers together to remind himself not to move yet. Connor hadn't ordered him to but it still felt like a good restraint for now, until he'd asked for permission to touch. That wasn't what Connor had told him to do though and he winced a little as he amended his request. "Can I please kiss you?" There were so many other things he wanted to ask for, so many pleas in his head but he kept them quiet for now, straining not to close that distance between them.
The correction made Connor smile briefly. “Good boy,” he purred, his hand tightening briefly on Jacob’s balls before he moved to stroke his cock again, with more pressure this time. Connor gave him what he’d so nicely asked for, bridging the gap between their mouths to kiss him, deep and thorough. He could feel the strain in Jacob’s body and his own was starting to protest the couch-kneeling position as well, so it was almost time to move to the bedroom, but Connor wanted to get Jacob good and kissed first. He lingered in it, letting out a few soft groans against the boy’s lips, then finally pulled away with a little grunt. “You need to be in the bedroom now,” Connor murmured.