Connor Ford (docford) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-06-13 19:34:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | #december 2017, connor, connor x jacob, jacob |
Who: Jacob and Connor
When: early afternoon, Friday, Dec 22th
Where: mostly Connor’s place
Warning: NSFW
Status: Part 2, complete
Jacob was younger but kneeling like that on a couch wasn't easy on anyone's knees which was possibly what helped keep his arousal in check because between the way Connor was kissing him and stroking him he was reeling by now. It all felt so good that he was both disappointed and relieved when Connor stopped. His knees were thankful and he didn't want this to end too soon but still, a conflicting emotion stirred in him too that made him want to whine for more. He chomped down on it and gave Connor a faint, dazed smile. "Yes sir," he murmured and squirmed to get off the couch. "Where do you want me?" he asked, stopping to look back after just a couple of steps. Then, to clarify: "How do you want me?"
Connor leaned back to let Jacob get up, then followed suit, just straightening up when the boy looked back at him. He licked his lips and gave it a moment’s thought. “Middle of the bed on your knees, face down, ass up,” he decided. Connor moved in close enough to give Jacob’s asscheek another light smack, enjoying how firm it felt under his palm. All of Jacob was incredibly touchable, and Connor was already itching to get his hands on even more of him.
"Yes sir," Jacob murmured coyly before turning to hurry to the bedroom, clenching his fists to keep himself from stroking his cock no matter how much he wanted to. His whole body tingled, from the spot where Connor had smacked him, where he could almost still feel his grip on his balls, the rest of him nearly vibrating with excitement. He crawled up on the bed, resting his head on his arms and pulling his knees close to his chest where he knelt. It was like yoga, he thought with faint and brief amusement before he was too focused on listening for Connor to follow him inside. He felt exposed and vulnerable and those were exactly the kinds of feelings he liked having around his dom.
He didn’t quite intend to send Jacob ahead of him into the bedroom every single time, it just kept working out that way. Connor thought that he really needed to invest in a small fridge for in there as he hurried to the kitchen to snag a couple of water bottles. He really ought to be more prepared, but oh well. Making Jacob wait wasn’t a terrible thing, he was just feeling impatient himself. Connor went to the bedroom and nudged the door closed as his eyes locked onto Jacob on his bed. Fuck that was a gorgeous sight. Connor took out the usual stuff from the nightstand -- a fresh towel, the bottle of lube -- but pulled something else that hadn’t seen the light of day yet, tucked into a little velvet pouch. Connor stripped down to just his boxer briefs and climbed onto the bed behind Jacob, running his hands over the boy’s lower back, hips, and thighs. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured, bending to kiss Jacob’s spine and grind his now-covered cock against his ass a bit. “You still mine to do whatever I want with, pet?”
It was tantalizing, paying such close attention to just the sounds and sensations from the way the door closed quietly behind him to the way the mattress dipped before Connor was there, touching him again. Jacob kept his eyes closed, his cock straining between his thighs and stomach for anything to rub against. "Yes," he said softly. "All yours, anything you want." There was a safety net, his safeword, but he almost wished he didn't have it. He never wanted to use it, certain that if he did it would be because something was wrong that had nothing to do with what Connor was doing. So it was worth having he supposed, like a helmet that fucked up your hair on a good day and saved your life on a bad one. For now he just wanted to forget about it, be completely Connor's in this moment, put himself at his mercy and trust he would never take it too far.
“Anything I want,” Connor echoed in soft tones, straightening up to rub at Jacob’s flanks again. He pulled the boy’s ass more firmly against him with one hand, and picked up the little pouch with the other. “I think ... I want to fuck your ass,” he mused slowly as he pulled the toy free. It was a metal butt plug, silver with a thick neck that would get Jacob nicely warmed up for him. Connor went about getting some lube spread on it, then pulled his crotch away from Jacob’s ass to rub the liquid there too. “But I’m gonna get you warmed up first.” Connor rubbed the tip of the plug against Jacob’s hole for a moment before he started to slowly push it in.
"Oh," Jacob breathed, tensing up for just a second at the unexpected pressure before relaxing into it and letting out a content sigh. It wasn't deep enough to really do the trick but it still felt good, stretching him out a little and giving him a touch of that pressure that he hoped Connor's cock would soon be providing. "Anything you want," he repeated, not just for Connor's sake but because it felt good to say it, to give up that control.
Connor didn’t rush it, but the ease with which Jacob’s body accepted it was tantalizing. He watched the metal disappear to the hilt with parted lips and a dazed smile. He made sure it was settled, pushing with his thumb a bit before he reached under Jacob to give his cock another couple of teasing strokes. “Turn around and suck me again,” he instructed, patting Jacob’s ass a bit. He was definitely going to fuck him, he just wanted to indulge a bit more first while the boy’s ass got nice and relaxed for him.
Jacob let out a helpless little moan at the strokes, arching his back in encouragement and pushing back against Connor. It ended way too soon but he did like sucking Connor's dick so he wasn't going to whine about it. He shuffled around on the bed, craning his neck to get closer to Connor's face. "Permission to kiss you first?" he asked, too tempted by Connor's lips to go straight to his cock. He studied his face as he spoke, hoping Connor could see just how much he desired him in his expression.
“Granted,” Connor said without hesitating. He liked the word ‘permission,’ it carried so much implied authority. He curled his index finger and put it under Jacob’s chin to tilt his head up and leaned in close, but let Jacob actually close the gap and initiate the kiss. Connor made sure it was deep, his free hand wrapping around his cock to squeeze and tease himself a bit. Feeling how hot and wet Jacob’s mouth was made him positively ache, and he gave a low sound that was almost lost in between their lips.
Jacob wanted that hand on his own cock but he knew he'd need to earn it or at the very least be patient so he tried to ignore the dull ache and focused on the kiss instead. He slowly rolled his tongue against Connor's, his stomach buzzing with pleasure the longer it carried on. He pulled back after a while, breathless and dazed, watching Connor with unfocused eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, then for good measure kissed him once more lightly on the lips before ducking down to lick the tip of his cock. It brought his ass back in the air and not for the first time he kind of wished he had two doms playing with him, spitroasting him between them.
He hummed in response to the thanks, though it made all of his insides flutter in the most delicious ways. Connor watched Jacob’s body shifted downward again, relishing how the muscles moved under his skin. He pushed the front of his boxers down again and held his cock toward Jacob’s mouth, the other palm settling on the back of his neck to grip lightly. “Get it good and wet, boy,” he murmured down to Jacob, watching everything he did with heavy-lidded eyes. “I’m gonna slide it deep into that tight little ass of yours and fill you full of cum.”
Connor definitely had the ability to fuck him with words because every word just made Jacob's body tense, his ass squeezing deliciously around the plug. He moaned softly in agreement, taking Connor's cock deep in his throat for as long as he could take it without gagging. If Connor wanted him to gag he could hold him there but in case he didn't, Jacob didn't want to risk the choking sounds being a turn-off. He shifted his body around a little, resting his weight on his elbows to start stroking Connor's cock with one hand too for whenever he had to pull back.
It was such an excellent view of such a delightfully vulnerable position, Connor’s eyes crawled restlessly over Jacob’s back. He groaned a little as Jacob took him in deep, his hips tensing against the urge to thrust. Connor let his hands fall to the boy’s skin, stroking the curves of his shoulders and upper arms, then further back to the slight flare of his hips. “Fuck, that mouth feels good,” he breathed as he braced his hands against Jacob’s back and put a bit of weight on him. Connor started thrusting, slowly at first but then with more purpose, fucking Jacob’s mouth. He was careful not to go too deep, but if he got a gag or two out of the boy, he wasn’t going to complain.
He did make him gag once and even if it wasn't a pleasant physical sensation, it still sent a jolt straight to Jacob's cock, because apparently he was just fucked up in the head or something. He tensed as he did, then gagged himself again willingly, slipping his fingers lower to stroke Connor's balls. It wasn't like he wanted him to come - he wanted to get fucked - but he still wanted to give him all the pleasure and maybe push him dangerously close to the edge, a reminder that he was just that good at it.
Those involuntary throat motions did feel fucking good, so after Jacob didn’t protest the first couple of gags, Connor kept doing it, every few thrusts. The sounds and knowing that he was so in control of Jacob’s breathing made his balls feel full and heavy against the boy’s teasing fingers. He could come there, be completely selfish and just make Jacob wait through Connor getting a snack and having a rest ... but he felt too impatient to give pleasure back. He wanted to hear Jacob whimpering and whining, begging to get to come. That thought in mind, Connor pulled away, pushing Jacob’s shoulders back to pull his cock free of his mouth. “Lie down on your side,” he instructed, a bit breathless.
It was a further reminder that he was not in control and maybe that was why Jacob liked it so much, or maybe it was just the fact that he sometimes liked things that hurt a bit. He was breathless too as he sat up and wiped at his chin where a little drool had dribbled out, his eyes glazed as he moved to do as Connor instructed. He subtly kept a physical contact by resting his foot by Connor's thigh, looking at him over his shoulder. "Like this?" he murmured, drawing his knee up closer to his chest.
Connor didn’t leave space between them for long, picking up the bottle of lube and moving in behind Jacob, settling on his side as well. “Mmhmm,” he answered, scooting in close. Connor kissed and nibbled at the side of Jacob’s neck for a moment, running his hand over the boy’s skin -- from chest to sides down to his hip, then around to brush fingers against Jacob’s cock. He liked spooning when he was feeling particularly touchy, and at the moment he wanted to feel nothing but Jacob. Connor rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against the smooth hardness of the plug. “You feel ready for my cock, boy?” he murmured in Jacob’s ear.
"God, yes," Jacob moaned softly, arching back against him and reaching back to run his fingers along Connor's hip. He was pretty sure he was always ready for his cock, unable to imagine a scenario where he wouldn't want this. There probably was one but it would be pretty extreme, or so he imagined. Because he was so damn certain of this he easily added a wanton "Always" as he bucked back against Connor, eager to replace the small plug with Connor's cock.
It was the right answer, even if it wasn’t realistically true. Nothing had to be realistic when it came to dirty talk, that was part of the fun of it. As long as Jacob was ready now, that was what mattered. Connor was more than ready too, his cock aching with need now that it was so close to all that warmth. Connor got some lube on his hand and cock and carefully pulled the silver plug out of Jacob’s ass. The slight resistance made his balls tingle. It didn’t take another second or two before he was pushing the head of his cock into place instead, groaning low next to Jacob’s ear as he sank deep into him in one smooth thrust.
Connor's cock felt so much better than any plug or toy could feel and Jacob moaned softly, clutching at Connor's thigh as his eyes closed in pleasure. He couldn't help but grind back against him, loving the pressure as Connor stretched him out and filled him. It was a good position for it and he loved how Connor's body pressed up against so much of him, warm and possessive, reminding him silently who he belonged to.
It was one of Connor’s favorite positions when he was feeling a lot, because so much of his partner was reachable, touchable. Jacob’s body felt incredible as he pushed fully inside, his breathing deep and not quite steady. They’d stopped using condoms now, and every time Connor got to slip into his boy bare felt like the first, so far. It made his spine feel electric, and put him so close on the edge almost immediately. Connor kept his hips pushed firmly against Jacob’s ass so they could both adjust, running his palm over the boy’s skin and pinching a bit at his nipples. “Your ass is so tight, so perfect,” Connor murmured to him, rocking his hips a bit. “You’re such a good boy.”
Jacob was truly blissing out, trembling under Connor's touches and slowly moving his hips in time with Connor. "Just for you," he moaned honestly because he wouldn't enjoy this with just anyone but Connor made it easy to submit. He had so far not demanded anything of him that made Jacob uncomfortable and that was so often a worry with doms, them being into something cringeworthy, their kinks aligning just a little wrong enough for it not to work. Not Connor, he had Jacob squirming for him even when he wasn't touching him and being filled with his cock felt like his life's purpose. "You feel so good," Jacob whispered shakily and as much as he enjoyed being pinned down and tied up, this position felt heavenly right now, almost comforting for his already sore body.
Connor felt taut all over, shivery with sweet tension and pleasure. He was relaxed at the same time, comfortable on his side with Jacob’s body pressed against him, thighs to shoulders. That ‘just for you’ sent a powerful shudder down his back. He wanted that to be true, he wanted to be the only dom Jacob ever had. In that moment, he wanted to be the only man to ever fuck him again. Connor pressed his head against Jacob’s, his breathing heavier against his neck as he started to move in earnest, pulling his hips back for longer thrusts, though he kept them slow and deliberate. He slipped his arm firmly around Jacob, across his torso, and hooked his hand around Jacob’s shoulder to hold him close and tight. Because Jacob was his boy, to do whatever he wanted with, and he felt so fucking lucky at the moment. “All mine,” he groaned.
Jacob was lost to the slow rhythm, every stroke building up that pleasure he got from the prostate stimulation. The words only heightened it and if Connor had told him what he wanted, he would have told him he could have it. He couldn't imagine finding someone like this again and if he let himself, he worried he would lose it too soon and be lost and adrift without Connor in his life. Not now though, the way Connor held him and claimed him made him feel safe and wanted, lost in pleasure that felt like it couldn't possibly ever end.
Time had stretched for Connor too, it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was Jacob’s rocking body in his arms and the pressure around his cock and how much he wanted to eat the boy alive and keep him forever. Metaphorically, of course. He was aware that it might just be the circumstances around them, but he couldn’t imagine finding this with anybody else either. Connor hadn’t felt this way often in his life, and he was old enough to know this kind of compatibility was a rare thing to find. And considering his particular interests, it was precious. Jacob was precious. Connor wanted to show him. He squeezed the boy to his chest for a moment, then released him to slide his hand down and curl it around Jacob’s cock, still fucking him slow and steady. Connor gripped and massaged him a bit, but didn’t start stroking yet, still languishing in all the pleasure.
"Not yet, not yet," Jacob whispered and it wasn't all that urgent or aware but he was enjoying that build-up tension, lost in the sensation of it and he didn't want it to end anytime soon. Coming would change it completely, more urgent and - if Connor kept going - sweetly painful, Jacob wasn't ready for either. He didn't try to push his hand away though, not when Connor didn't actually start stroking him yet, it was good feeling it there, teasing but also warm and firm. Jacob was breathing shallow and fast already, pushing back against Connor as if he could meld their bodies together if he tried hard enough, one arm clutching Connor's arm, the other still pawing at Connor's hip.
“I say when, not you,” Connor murmured into Jacob’s ear, but there was a touch of amusement to the words. He wasn’t intending to make Jacob come yet either, so he didn’t move his hand much, just squeezed it and rubbed his thumb against the shaft every so often. Connor was enjoying the way Jacob clung and pushed against him, something instinctively satisfying about a warm body writhing against his own. He obviously needed to fuck Jacob from close behind more often. Connor bit into the side of Jacob’s neck for good measure, moaning into his skin and holding there for a moment, not hard enough to bruise, but definitely hard enough to feel. His hips started working a bit faster, driving into his boy with more force.
Jacob's breath hitched at the bite and then he was moaning, keening almost, his fingers digging into Connor's skin and his toes curling with pleasure. The longer it went on, the more restless his body felt and soon enough he was bucking his hips with Connor, trying to drive himself further onto his cock while also trying to get friction from his grip. "Please, please, please," he whispered, like a mantra as pressure started building in his balls and the base of his cock, reducing his awareness to Connor's body inside and against his and the rhythmic pounding of flesh against flesh. He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, just more, just don't stop, just please.
It was funny how quickly ‘not yet’ could turn to ‘please,’ with that wanton back thrusting like Jacob just couldn’t get Connor’s cock in deep enough. He didn’t ramp it up too quickly, lingering in that medium place and feeling Jacob’s dick straining against his hand without actually stroking it. Connor wondered if he could make him come just like that, without the real stimulation. If Jacob would stay hard afterward, his ruined orgasm not enough for his body to be satisfied. It would be something to experiment with some time later. For now, Connor hit the point where his own body demanded more, and he started fucking Jacob even harder, lifting one leg to hook around Jacob’s tightly for leverage as he pounded into him. Connor tightened his grip around the boy’s cock and stroked, not expecting any of this to take much longer now.
'Please' turned into 'Oh my god' pretty fast after that and then Jacob didn't have words anymore, just moans and shuddered gasps as his body ramped up to that point of no return. He was shaking as he came, going tense and tight against and around Connor as he lost track of himself and his surroundings for a good few seconds. He hadn't wanted it to end but the ending felt so good it was hard not to crave it and Connor didn't make it easy to resist it, easily manipulating Jacob's body, as if Jacob knew with every fiber of his being who he belonged to.
It was an incredible thing to feel with nothing in between them, the way Jacob’s body reacted, flying out of his control in the most delightful way. Connor kept fucking him through his orgasm, only slowing down a little to compensate for that increased pressure around his cock, loving how he could feel every throb and clench right against his skin. Once Jacob’s dick stopped jerking in his grip, Connor moved his hand to Jacob’s hip to hold on and hold him steady while he pounded him. His breathing had gotten harsh and full of grunts and groans, and he pushed right through to his own edge. “Fuck ... fuck yeah, that ass is mine,” Connor managed to get out, and then he was coming too, pumping hard into Jacob as he let go inside of him. Connor pushed his forehead against the boy’s neck, moaning unsteadily as that feeling of release washed over him.
Jacob was still clinging to him, not too sensitive yet for it to be uncomfortable when Connor kept going. On the contrary it felt good, raw and intimate, his body taking every thrust and drinking in the sensation. It was so satisfying when Connor came, like it was some great personal accomplishment, making his dom happy and taking everything he had to give. Jacob was so glad to be rid of the condoms, even if it meant more of a mess, it just made him feel closer to Connor, a display of the amount of trust he felt for the man and a reminder that he truly belonged to him. Naive, maybe, but it wasn't often that he let himself trust people like this and it felt too damn good. He was breathing a little easier now, stroking Connor's hip slowly as he kept grinding back against him, slowly now and not as needy and yet he felt the need to keep squirming a little, loving the feel of Connor's cock still moving inside of him.
Connor couldn’t even put into words how it felt to climax inside of his boy. There was something so primal about it, something straight from the brainstem that didn’t make any logical sense. Especially as a doctor, he knew how unsafe unprotected sex could be, but they’d both been tested and they were fine, and the biological facts of it were just boring to him at this point. But there was something about thrusting deep and emptying his balls into Jacob that made the boy really feel like his. Like he’d marked him now, for life. The only man to ever do so, as far as he knew. That meant something. Connor shuddered against Jacob’s back, hips still pumping slowly to wring every last drop of pleasure out of it. One he finally stilled he felt a bit damp with sweat and incredibly good, his cock still pulsing a bit inside of Jacob. Connor slipped his arm around him again, holding him much more gently this time, and pressed a kiss against the back of his shoulder.
Jacob covered his arm with his own, holding it close to his chest, all but hugging it. He looked over his shoulder, hoping Connor might kiss him but even without it this felt good. He was tired now but he knew that would pass since it was still early. Eventually they needed to clean up, he'd made a mess of the bed and he would offer to change the sheets for Connor. It was the least he could do and he wanted to pamper him back just as much as Connor pampered him. Changing the sheets could wait though, just like showering could wait. Right now he didn't want to move and he didn't want Connor to go anywhere either. He just wanted to lie there and hold onto Connor for as long as he would let him.
Connor was of the same mind -- everything could wait. He just wanted to stay in the moment. Jacob’s profile looked beautiful against the darker color of the sheet under him, and Connor pressed some soft, slow kisses to his jaw and cheek. He made his way to the boy’s mouth and lingered there, caressing their lips together and feeling warm. He could feel Jacob’s heart beating against his arm and Connor wasn’t sure he’d ever felt this close to another person. It was an immersive feeling for a while, but like all intense feelings it eventually started to fade. Connor pulled back enough to smile faintly at Jacob. “You thirsty?” he whispered.
Jacob stretched a little and then shuffled around so he could face Connor. He liked that he'd stayed inside of him as long as he could, until his cock had gone soft and slipped out on its own, it was such an intimate feeling, almost vulnerable in a way. He kissed Connor again and nodded, even if mentally he wasn't eager to leave the bed it was definitely time physically. He needed to clean up and yes, he was thirsty. He also had a strong and probably irrational urge to tell Connor just how much he meant to him, how he'd never felt like this before and a lot of other things that were probably too big and made him too vulnerable so early on in a relationship. He let them all bubble in his chest before he swallowed them down, brushing the back of his hand against Connor's chest.
He watched Jacob roll over with admiration, lifting his arm until the boy had settled and then draping it loosely over him. Connor felt like he could see wheels turning in Jacob’s head, but he didn’t feel much pressure to try to figure out what he was thinking. That was probably a good sign by itself. The silence didn’t bother him, didn’t feel stressful, just ... contemplative, maybe. He idly stroked his thumb against the soft skin of Jacob’s back, and he couldn’t stop thinking that Jacob looked like a Greek statue, carved lovingly out of marble. Youthful beauty with that vague air of melancholy about it. Which would’ve sounded ridiculous coming out of him, of course, so he just kept it as a quiet observation. “Anything you need to talk about?” he asked softly.
"No," Jacob murmured contently and after a beat he added a soft, "I'm happy." There were a lot of things in his life he wasn't happy about, things that made him suffer, but lying here like this with Connor made him feel happy for the duration, safe and warm and adored. "You make me happy," he clarified and he wanted so much for his whole life to just be this, to stay right there in bed and cuddle Connor or get fucked by him all the damn time. It wasn't realistic in the slightest but dreams rarely were.
Warmth bloomed all over again in Connor’s stomach, and he smiled slightly. That was his whole goal as a dom, wasn’t it? To make a sub happy, for however long their encounter lasted. He just happened to want this one to last a lot longer than most of the others had. At least as long as they were in Point Pleasant together, Jacob was his and vice versa. “You make me happy too,” he murmured, gazing steadily at him. It made him feel vulnerable in the good way, but it didn’t escape him that Jacob had said it first. “So I guess we’re doing good so far, huh?”
Jacob smiled lazily and nodded again. "Yeah," he said with some amusement because they really were and he wouldn't really have expected it. If anything he'd been braced to be disappointed, he'd wanted Connor for so long, it would have been just his luck if it was all a complete let-down. It hadn't been and he was in it far deeper than he'd meant to be but that was okay, Connor had him. It was pretty wild having that kind of faith in someone and if it went awry Jacob would really feel like an idiot but he had it and the worry that Connor would fuck him over had faded, leaving only the worry that Jacob would fuck it up somehow. "Do you want to shower with me?" he asked, not ready to let go just yet.
Jacob wasn’t the only one surprised by how things had gone, but Connor knew that people could be surprising in good ways as well as bad. He was along for the ride on this one, for as long as it lasted. With everything else so heavy and stressful, Connor was going to take the good where he could find it, and he’d found a goldmine in Jacob. Or Jacob had brought it to his feet, more accurately. Connor owed him for that. He hummed an affirmative noise and kissed the bridge of Jacob’s nose. “But first,” he murmured as he leaned back and reached behind him to grab the water bottle off the nightstand. Connor tapped it against his boy’s chest and smiled. “Rehydrate. Take your time.”
Jacob grinned at him, forever enamored with the way he needed to take care of him. Jacob needed taking care of, he couldn't deny that, so it was really nice. He drank a little water, realizing that yes, he'd needed that, then handed the bottle to Connor again. "You should drink some too, you did most of the work," he told him as he snuggled back up against him, watching him with half-lidded eyes..
It wasn’t just about hydration, the aftercare ran deeper than that. Sometimes it was hard to come out of the afterglow and remember that your body had needs other than carnal ones. Cool water was a good reminder. But he was thirsty too, so Connor took a long drink out of the bottle. “It’s work I’m extremely happy to do,” he murmured once he’d swallowed and re-capped the water. Connor kissed Jacob’s face again, then slowly started to move away. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. Always a good policy to wash your toys after you use them.” He gave him a faint grin.
Jacob grinned at that. "Only if you're planning on using them again soon, otherwise it's okay to wait until the next day." He still dragged himself off the bed, feeling just a little wobbly when he got up. Slipping out of the haze made him realize he was getting hungry and he had no doubt Connor was going to take care of that too. It was still early and it wasn't too urgent yet but it was still closing in on dinner time. It was a treat, knowing he was going to spend the night, and he intended on enjoying every minute of it.