Who: Connor and Jacob, Part I Where: Connor's place, Seaview When: Tuesday afternoon,12/26 Status: Complete Warning: Very NSFW
Christmas has been pretty mellow for Jacob. He had dinner with Joss and her parents, talked to his mom on the phone and managed to visit Mercy Hospital to sneak his dom his gift. He hadn't wanted to be with him when he opened it, feeling weirdly self conscious about it, so it just seemed perfect to let him open it ON Christmas, even if he was working. He also got a little kick out of making him open it at work since it was a highly suggestive gift though he wasn't nice enough to tell Connor to open it alone. Jute rope in a pretty turquoise shade, a handwritten voucher for naked housework and a picture Jacob had drawn of a naked and bound sub seen from behind, obscure enough that if Connor squinted it could be Jacob, his build was similar enough. They were cheap gifts but Jacob really hoped Connor liked them so he was stupidly happy to get a text from him that said he did.
He was a little restless now because Connor had told him he had a special gift but he wanted to be there when Jacob opened it. Jacob was trying not to get his hopes up but he was silently wishing for a collar like a romantic girlfriend wished for an engagement ring. It was probably a little pathetic but he didn't care. Connor was one of the few very good things in his life, he was allowed to pine.
Tuesday afternoon he was more than ready to join Connor again, hating how there were always days and days where they couldn't meet. If he lived with him he could see him all the time, even if it was just for a few minutes before they fell asleep. Another stupid and a little pathetic thing to dream of but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to be around him all the time. He fretted a little as he waited that Connor would get the car stuck on his way over to pick him up because the snow was so heavy after the snowfall of the last couple of days but then there he was, his car humming softly outside. Jacob had actually spent some time that morning shoveling the damn driveway for Holly and while he'd hated it at the time, he was glad now as he made his way outside. Not having to climb over banks of snow made it worth it. He got in the car and dumped his bag in the back, grinning at Connor. "Permission to kiss you?" he asked though it came off a little cheeky. They weren't in a scene and he was still never sure just how much to play into the dom sub thing.
Working the long shifts on Christmas Eve and Day at Mercy had been tiring, but not completely exhausting. They hadn’t been overwhelmed with patients at least, which Connor had been grateful for. He’d been more than a little surprised to walk into his tiny office at one point to find a gift bag sitting on his desk, which turned out to be his Christmas gifts from Jacob. The rope was beautiful and the art was even more beautiful, and combined with the cheeky housework voucher, it was just the perfect bag. It all had such an intense effect on him, Connor had to close and lock his door and take a short break to take care of the raging hardon he’d developed. Jesus, that boy was going to be the most pleasurable death of him he could imagine. Connor had been sure to text his appreciation to Jacob immediately, though he didn’t tell him about the jerking off at work. Not yet anyway. He’d floated through the rest of his shift, catching himself smiling too much here and there.
And now it was the day after and he actually got to see his boy. Belated Christmas was still Christmas, and he felt more full of good cheer for it than he had in several years. Connor was grinning too as Jacob climbed in and he chuckled appreciatively over the question. “Granted,” he murmured and leaned in to receive said kiss. Cheeky or not, he liked that Jacob asked. Connor was always going to say yes, but still. Once they’d properly said hello, he smiled at him again. “Merry Christmas. You’re a sneaky little elf, you know that?”
Jacob laughed at that and hummed in agreement as he pulled his seatbelt on. "I couldn't find you, you were doing rounds and I didn't want to leave Joss waiting in the car so someone told me where to find your office. It wasn't super sneaky but-" He had wanted to kiss Connor Merry Christmas and yes he'd been antsy all day but that was okay, it was over and he was here now. "Did you have a good shift?" he asked as he loosened his scarf a little. It was cold out but the car was nice and warm.
Connor pulled away from the curb to start back toward his house. This route was getting very familiar and he kind of loved that. It was nice to have some routine. He would’ve preferred to have Jacob on hand all the time, living with him, but Connor wasn’t foolish enough to think that was a good idea just yet. Everything was so new. “It was a really nice surprise,” Connor told him, glancing over with a private little smirk. “But yeah, it was a decent shift. Nothing to bitch about. Nobody died, and that’s always a good day.” Connor gave a dark chuckle. “How was your day? Nice Christmas?”
"It was good, Joss's family is really nice," Jacob told him. "Missed you though." It was probably for the best, spending Christmas together was apparently a pretty big thing in relationships and Jacob wasn't a huge fan of Christmas in the first place. Christmas was technically over, even if none of the decorations would go down for a while, and there was a sense of relief for it. Except Jacob still hadn't gotten his present so it wasn't completely over yet. It just wasn't a part of Christmas he really minded. At all.
“Missed you too,” he said, giving another look over at his boy. He meant it, too. Even though he loved to work, it was stressful and messy, and doing anything at all with Jacob would’ve been better. Connor had thought about him all day, especially after getting his gift. If he hadn’t been working, he was pretty sure he would’ve caved on spending the day with Jacob, wise or no. But Connor had him now, and he was going to make the most of it. Once he’d turned the car onto the main street, he reached over to settle his hand on Jacob’s thigh. “And don’t worry, I’ve got different plans for dinner than ham and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce,” he said, smirking a bit. “I got my fill of that yesterday, some nurses’ families brought plates in for us.”
"I'm not at all worried," Jacob promised, stroking Connor's hand lightly with his fingers. He liked feeling it there, possessive and reassuring both. It made the drive nicer, having that physical contact, but he was still relieved to get to Connor's house. After kicking the snow off his boots and slipping them off by the front door he let Connor lead the way to wherever he wanted him, slowly peeling off the layers of outdoorsy clothes. "I totally forgot to ask if can spend the night," he murmured, dropping his backpack further down the hall. "I brought stuff just in case."
“Oh, I expected you to,” Connor told him with a chuckle as he led the way toward the living room. Once the coats were all hung up, he pulled Jacob in against him for a proper embrace. “You’re all mine for the next twenty-four hours,” he murmured as he moved in to kiss his boy. Connor didn’t feel like he’d done a thorough job of it in the car, so he made up for it now. “I really ... liked my gift,” he added after a moment, adding another nibbly kiss in the middle. Connor grinned briefly against Jacob’s lips. “I had to lock my door and rub one out.”
Jacob couldn't help the big smile at that because wasn't that just the exact reaction he had wanted? Yes, yes it was. "Wish I could have been there to help you out," he murmured. "That desk looked pretty discreet." He fit so nicely against Connor and wrapping his arms around him was almost automatic when Connor pulled him close. He hooked his fingers together to let his arms go a little slack, stealing another kiss.
Connor hummed into the kiss, lingering for a long moment. “Don’t think I didn’t think about it,” he murmured belatedly. Tightening his hold on the boy, Connor kissed him harder before pulling back a bit. He cupped Jacob’s face in his hands and smiled faintly. “You want yours now, or wanna settle in a bit?” Connor was caught between dying to give it to him and not wanting to rush it. It was a bit more special than your average Christmas present, and he wanted to exchange to be meaningful.
"I want it now," Jacob said. "But it's up to you." That much was a given, Connor was in charge, not just of the gift giving and that was how Jacob liked it. If he wanted to drag it out and keep him guessing, he could do that. "I can wait," he added just to be clear on that and he could see the indecision in Connor's eyes. It made him think it was special again and he tried oh so hard not to get his hopes up, knowing that any disappointment he might feel wouldn't just be his own negative feeling but would disappoint Connor too. That was the last thing he wanted to do so he'd be happy with whatever. He was here, Connor was cupping his face in that way he loved, that was enough, that was all the present he really wanted.
It was so hard to be a cool and aloof dom when he felt this excited about something. Somebody, rather. Connor had been sitting on the gift for almost a week now since it arrived in the mail; he’d been ready to keep it in reserve until it felt right. But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to make it a Christmas present. He nibbled lightly on his bottom lip as he studied Jacob’s eyes for a moment, thinking he could see a good deal of want there. Connor didn’t expect this to be a complete surprise, and something about that controlled desire was so damn enticing. “Have a seat on the couch, then,” he murmured, rubbing his thumbs against Jacob’s cheekbones before he let him go. “I’ll be right back.” He turned to head toward the short hall that led to the bedrooms to fetch the box.
Jacob headed for the couch and had a hard time not bouncing a little when he sat down. "Calm your tits, Keller," he whispered to himself with a little eye-roll but it was hard not to feel excited. He'd never actually had a boyfriend during Christmas so the gift thing was new, let alone a dom he was pretty sure he was falling head over heels in love with. It wasn't strange, really, he'd wanted Connor for a long time and so far he was a total dream come true but it was still probably a little pathetic. Jacob was okay with that, pathetic was not a bad trade-off for happy.
Connor grabbed the gift from the top of his dresser and glanced around the bedroom for a thoughtful moment. He’d thought about doing it in here, making Jacob strip his clothes off first, put him on his knees so Connor could put the collar on him for the first time. Maybe that was the domly thing to do, but it didn’t feel right in the moment. Even with a more involved dynamic, Connor wanted Jacob accepting it as an equal. So clothed and on the couch it was. He walked back into the living room and wished he had a drink, but that wasn’t kosher either. Clear heads for this. Connor sat down next to his boy, idly rubbing his thumb over one corner of the wrapped box, and gave him a faint smile. “So ... I want you to understand that you don’t have to accept this,” he said softly. “I won’t be mad, it won’t be the end of things, we can postpone it or forget about it or ... whatever. But I want to offer it to you now.” There was probably more to say, but it could wait. Connor held the box out to Jacob.
Jacob's heart sped up as Connor spoke and despite his best intentions his brain was just happy-screaming at him now that it was a collar. It was hard not to look too excited but he didn't try to be all stoic either, it was stupid to try to act cool so he had a gleeful little smile when he accepted the box. As if he wouldn't, as if it wasn't something he wanted more than anything else in the world right now. He didn't want to make any comment on it until he was sure so he carefully but quickly unwrapped the little box. His heart all but stopped when he opened it. It was a collar, yes, just like he'd hoped but even better. Stainless steel, interlocked and intricate with an O ring at the front. It was perfect, to most it would just look like jewelry but to Jacob - and perhaps anyone who was involved with the BDSM community - it held so much meaning. "Did you honestly think for a second I wouldn't accept it?" he said softly, his chest so full it felt like he might burst. He held the box back out to Connor. "I think you should put it on me."
It was masculine and discreet, made out of lasting material that Connor knew Jacob could wear all the time. Which he would expect. He’d considered one with a padlock, but he liked that the o-ring itself was the clasp, and Jacob could take it off himself. He would just choose not to. He would choose Connor. He was beaming by the time Jacob offered the box back, and Connor took it while his stomach twisted around in happy knots. “Agreed,” he murmured as he lifted the collar out of the box and set it aside. He stood up and stepped in front of his boy, gazing down at him with a soft smile. He’d thought about this moment so much over the past couple of weeks, and he still hadn’t settled on exactly what he wanted to say. Keeping it simple seemed best, at least for the moment. “I’m so happy that you want me as much as I want you, because I’ll be yours just as much as you’ll be mine,” he said. “Thank you for your trust, Jacob.” Connor slipped the chained collar around Jacob’s neck to clasp it in the front, a little electric thrill running through him at that tiny click.
In his life Jacob had seen plenty of happy videos of people getting engaged and he'd always felt like the women overreacted at the sight of the ring. Now it all made sense to him because this was as close to that event he could ever imagine himself and what he was feeling was definitely over the top and ridiculous. He was actually very proud of himself for how composed he was acting despite the riot in his heart and head and he couldn't keep from smiling. That click did something to him too as the collar snapped into place. It felt so right, emotional but also oh so fucking sexy and he let out a little huff of a laugh just to let some of that energy out. "Thank you," he whispered though he couldn't quite put into words what all he meant.
It was enough for Connor. They’d gotten close very fast, yes, but he knew that kind of connection didn’t happen by accident. It wasn’t just lust and their sexual interests lining up, there was something deeper than that. They complemented one another in more places than just the bedroom. So this felt right, and it looked like it felt right to Jacob too. And honestly, what else was there to go on in life? Connor’s hands brushed upward to Jacob’s jaw again, pausing there before one went further to slide fingers through his hair. He was so fucking beautiful, and now he was really and truly Connor’s. He bent down to kiss the boy, soft and lingering.
It felt right, feeling that slight weight on his neck. Jacob knew he'd get used to it enough that he'd stop noticing it but he'd always know it was there, like a safety blanket in a way. He tilted his head when Connor kissed him, happy to kiss him back though he kept his hands at his sides, still pressed against the couch like an excited kid. It wasn't too far from the truth, he was at the very least really excited and it was Christmas so that was even more apt. The kissing helped some of that excessive energy fade to a more easily contained sort of joy while ramping up the sexual feelings but it was all still A Lot and Jacob tried to focus on settling down and taking in the moment.
Connor straightened up and smiled down at Jacob. “There’s actually uh, another piece to this, but I wanted to make sure you wanted it first,” he said with a touch of uncharacteristic sheepishness. The person who’d made the collar did other kinds of jewelry too, and Connor had gotten himself a bracelet done in the same chainmail style the collar was. It was just a circle with a latch, no big metal ring, but he liked the idea of wearing something too. Something matching. Connor had just fretted about it seeming too much like a wedding ring, like it might scare Jacob off somehow. He dipped his fingers into his jeans pocket to pull it out, the metal warm on his palm as he showed it to Jacob. “For me to wear. It’s not too much, is it?” he murmured.
That hint of awkwardness was so human, Jacob just wanted to stand up and hug Connor but he waited while he fished out the bracelet, smiling warmly at the question. "No, it's perfect," he said and his stomach felt warm and tight in the best way possible. He hadn't even considered Connor might want to wear something like this but it made so much sense and it lent so much more weight to their situation. Maybe someone else might have thought it was too much, Connor wasn't wrong to fret about that, but Jacob was just ecstatic and he'd been having a hard time already with feeling too damn much, now it just felt like a freight train of happy. He laughed again, the only way he knew how to let it all out without actually happy-screaming, then got to his feet. "Should I put it on you?"
Connor could hear those laughs for what they were, and an answering one bubbled up in his throat this time. He knew Jacob wanted to be with him, that had been impossible to miss, but he hadn’t wanted to come on too strong. Jacob was so young, and sometimes people got skittish about commitment, even if they wanted it. But that smile laid those worries to rest for Connor. As much as he liked to be in control, he liked making it clear that he was just as invested. He shuffled back a bit to give Jacob room to stand and nodded, a stupidly big smile taking over his own expression. “I’m not kneeling for you though,” he murmured cheekily, eyes locked on Jacob’s lovely face.
"Yeah, that would just be wrong," Jacob said, still smiling and unsure if he'd be able to stop anytime soon. He took the bracelet and focused on getting it on Connor's wrist. It felt almost like a ritual, something older and less tainted with cliches than a wedding. Or maybe exactly like a wedding if it wasn't tainted with his prejudice against it. "There," he breathed as he closed it, his fingers lingering on Connor's wrist as he looked up at him again. The way Connor was looking at him made his stomach do that pleasant thing again and he leaned in a little closer, as if to kiss him though he stopped before he got too close. "Now you're mine too."
Jacob’s fingers felt nice against his skin, sending happy tingles up Connor’s arm. The bracelet felt good too, just the right kind of heavy, and the perfect fit. He would have to take it off for work, he scrubbed his hands and wrists too much and jewelry was a germ trap, but Connor planned to keep it on his person all the time. “Now I’m yours too,” he murmured his agreement, slipping his free arm around Jacob’s waist. Connor pulled his body in closer, nuzzling their noses together. It did feel significant, bonding, deeper somehow than any other collaring he’d ever done -- not that there had been many, just a couple, but Connor felt more sure about this one than the others. He gently pulled his hand away from Jacob’s and hooked a finger into the ring of the collar to put a bit of pressure on the back of Jacob’s neck. “You are a prize,” Connor breathed before he kissed him.
Nobody had ever made Jacob feel as good about himself as Connor did and those words thrilled him in a way he couldn't articulate. Sure, friends had said sweet things to him and his boyfriends had made him feel hot but he had never felt quite this wanted before and he'd definitely never felt this cherished. He kissed Connor back, basking in those good feelings and trying to make them a part of himself to draw on for when things got dark again. He let his hands rest lightly on Connor's hips and the pressure from the chain felt so right, he never wanted it to stop.
Connor felt like a piece of him slid into place. It had been inching closer and closer to the right spot, but now it was fully settled. He felt calm and warm and secure as he kissed Jacob, tugging on his collar. His boy. Maybe it didn’t make any rational sense, but he felt like the rest of his life would be easier to handle, because he had this, something he could mold and direct and control. Not without Jacob’s input, of course, but he felt secure about that. Jacob was giving himself over, and Connor was going to take goddamn good care of him. Humming in the back of his throat, Connor pulled back for a breath and to smile at his boy. “You like how it feels?” he murmured, giving the ring a firmer tug.
"Yes," Jacob replied. "It's perfect." He thought about how Connor could tug on it while he fucked him, maybe choking him a little, and that particular thought sent a sharp jolt straight through him and to his already hardening cock. He stole another kiss, Connor was so close that it was easy, then bit his lip and smiled. "Best present ever." He wasn't even sure if he meant the collar or if he meant Connor, the collar represented their relationship so that made sense.
He gave a little hum of agreement, just gazing at Jacob for a moment. It was tempting to just pull him into the bedroom to have his way with him, but Connor wanted to talk to him a bit more first. They were taking things to a new level, and he wanted to make sure they were on the same page about what they wanted that to mean. They had all night to play. He eased his pull on Jacob’s collar, already liking how that felt, and squeezed Jacob’s ass with his other hand. “You want a drink? I could use one,” he asked as he released Jacob completely. “We should have a chat.”
On a strictly emotional level, Jacob really didn't want to have a chat. He just wanted Connor to take him to the bedroom and do all sorts of delicious, filthy things to him. On a logical level however he knew they should talk so he nodded and took a deep breath, trying to quell down some of the stronger emotions. "Whatever you're having," he murmured. "I can go get it," he offered then and it only felt right that he pamper his dom a little with some service. "What do you want?" He smiled at him, reaching out to lightly brush their hands together now that Connor was no longer touching him.
It was the kind of offer that made Connor’s pants feel tighter, and he scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. Talk, they needed to talk. “There’s uhh ... a bottle of bourbon above the stove, and some Coke in the fridge. Help yourself to anything.” Connor snagged Jacob’s fingers to pull his hand up and kissed the back of it, then let him go and took his seat on the couch again. He settled back and watched Jacob make his way to the kitchen, imagining him doing it naked and hard. Maybe as a ritual after coming home from a long day at work. God, he was getting ahead of himself. Connor reminded himself that moving a boy he’d just started seeing in to live with him was a bad idea. A very tempting bad idea.
Jacob poured them both a glass of bourbon and coke and brought it back to the living room, handing Connor his glass before taking a seat next to him. He understood why some submissives liked to be completely subservient and in some cases subhuman, sitting on the floor by their master's feet, but he wasn't one of them and he liked that so far Connor hadn't asked that of him. He liked to serve and he liked to be used and he absolutely liked to be taken care of and sometimes even hurt, but being that much 'lesser' than someone else didn't hold much appeal.
Connor accepted the drink with a murmured thanks, and scooted in a bit closer when Jacob sat. The first sip from the glass earned an appreciative hum, and Connor draped his arm casually behind the boy’s shoulders. “I’m really happy about this,” he started with, his voice soft. “I know it’s ... maybe a little fast, but it feels right to me. What do you think?” He licked his lips briefly and tilted his head a bit, looking over at Jacob’s face. He hadn’t really directly checked in since all of this began, and now seemed like the right time to do it, since they were moving forward. He wanted to make sure the direction made them both happy.
"I know it's fast," Jacob agreed. "But I don't care, it feels right. It makes me happy." He needed that as much as he felt like he needed direction and having someone he could always come to for help and for guidance was more precious than he could put into words. "You've been nothing but amazing and I know I can trust you. That's all I want." He wanted to curl in against him, but it felt important for now to be face to face and to really talk about things.
That made Connor really smile and his heart do that sappy twisty thing again. “That means a lot to me,” he murmured with a little nod. “I trust you too. You wield a lot of power, you know.” He made it sound light, but it was true. Connor was very careful with his personal life because of his job -- there were a lot of people out there who wouldn’t trust a kinky gay man to be their doctor. Jacob’s discretion was important. “Is there anything more that you want, or would like to try? I want this to look how we both want it to, you know?”
Jacob had to think about it, or more like he had to stop himself from saying he wanted to move in. That was way too soon and probably insane but that didn't mean he didn't want it oh so badly. Just being at Connor's house all the time, not having to walk or get picked up all the time, being there when he got back from work, ready to blow him or pamper him however he needed. It was a dream. "Sometimes I want more pain," he said instead, even as that dream still swirled in his mind, teasing and taunting. "Not always so I guess it's tricky. I want you to be happy with me, I want to make you happy however I can."
He nodded and then smiled, moving the hand behind Jacob to card his fingers through his hair. “You’re doing a good job of that,” Connor told him. Sure, there were more things he wanted too, like to have Jacob accessible to him at all times, but that was mostly a fantasy at this point. That sort of arrangement was asking a lot out of someone. “I wanna see you more,” he said, so he wasn’t putting the spotlight completely on Jacob. “I know, y’know ... work and all that --” Connor rolled his eyes briefly. “But if you want to spend more nights here ... I’d like that.”
"I'll spend the night anytime you want me to," Jacob murmured, which was just a subtle way of saying he wanted to spend every night there. "I can be here too, if I know when you're getting off work. You don't always have to pick me up. I can just show up on your doorstep after work, like home delivery." He was used to walking and sometimes he was sure he could even get a ride from a coworker or a friend if the weather was shitty. "Or meet you at the hospital and ride back with you." It didn't really make a difference to him where he slept and these days he liked sleeping with Connor far more than he did sleeping alone. It felt safer and he felt saner when he was with him.
Connor knew how quickly that could spiral into every single night, and while part of his brain knew that was probably dangerous, it excited even more of him. He would try to pace himself, but following his gut when it came to this had been okay so far. “All of those sound good,” he said, smiling warmly again. He liked the idea of home delivery Jacob. “I never mind getting you, though. And you’d better not get frostbite anywhere on this gorgeous body.” Connor let his eyes drop to give Jacob a once over before they came back up to his face. “I’m a co-owner now, so you better take care of it.” He grinned a little, flexing his fingers lightly in Jacob’s hair. “Would you like ... stuff to do? Things I expect out of you every day, or while you’re here. Selfies, check-ins, chores? I’m still trying to figure out how much structure and service you like.”
Jacob tilted his head back into the gentle tug, his eyes going a little dreamy at the sensation of it. "Whatever you want," he murmured at the risk of being too passive but really, if Connor wanted him to check in once an hour, he would. Once a day, easy. That was the pleasure of it for him, knowing Connor wanted something from him and giving it to him without question. He suddenly thought of Jocelyn and how she worried Connor was abusive. If she could see him now, making sure Jacob wanted this, making sure he wasn't pushing him too hard. It made Jacob smile a little, though it just came off as content now, most of the over the top excitement finally faded as they'd sat down to talk. Connor's hand in his hair helped too, it was grounding, even if he wasn't gripping him tightly.
In Connor’s experience, it was best to be flexible. He had his own fetishes and tastes, of course, but the sub had the final say in everything, so Connor had learned not to expect to get everything he wanted. He believed that Jacob meant that sentiment though, and Connor was glad that he wasn’t into anything super dangerous. “Whatever I want,” he echoed softly, fingers still stroking and gently pulling. “Well I definitely want to hear from you every day. Even if it’s just a text ... with a selfie. I wanna see you every day.” Connor smiled at him a little. “And since you’re mine now, all your orgasms belong to me. If you want to jerk off, you have to ask my permission. And I want a ‘thank you’ afterward, understand?” He watched for Jacob’s reaction to that. It wasn’t an easy rule, but the thought of Jacob squirming with arousal and waiting for Connor’s go-ahead to start touching himself was hot as fuck to him. He wanted all of the boy’s pleasure tied to him.
These days, Jacob's pleasure was tied to him more than Connor knew. He thought about him when he masturbated - he thought of him all the time for that matter - and it was never as good as the real thing. Jacob's feelings on this particular demand were mixed, he'd be crazy if they weren't. On one hand, it was hot and perfectly aligned with his feelings for Connor, on the other it was a pain in the ass but that was sort of the point, wasn't it. It wasn't surprising though at this point he hadn't been sure if Connor was even into that but here they were and yes he was. "Okay," he said with just a touch of petulance mixed in with the joy. "Are you going to tell me no all the time?" he asked then, cocking a brow lazily at his dom. He probably was, even if he didn't say it now. What was the fun in saying yes every time?
Even that bit of petulance was sexy to Connor; it just made him want to tease Jacob even more. And force his cock between those pouty lips, but that was par for the course. “I’ll tell you no as many times as I want to,” he countered with a knowing little smile. “You’ll just have to behave and make sure I don’t want to all the time.” Connor knew he would say no sometimes at least, if he wanted Jacob extra frustrated when they saw one another, or as a playful punishment. But he wasn’t a tyrant of a dom, and he did enjoy the thought of Jacob jerking off to thoughts of him. Maybe Connor would make him stay on the phone every so often so he could listen in, if time allowed. He flexed his grip in Jacob’s hair again, a little harder this time. “You don’t live here, so I’m not going to saddle you with a bunch of chores, but whenever you spend the night, I want all the dishes done before you leave, okay?” That part was boring on the surface, but Connor did thrive on a clean house, and having Jacob pitch in for him was sexy on a deep level. There was a lot to be said for acts of service.
With that grip on his hair, anything could sound sexy and Jacob liked the thought of doing things for Connor, even mundane and boring things. Knowing why he was doing it and for whom made it special. It helped that he'd never really minded doing chores unless he was busy with something else. "Yes, sir," he drawled and somewhere underneath it all he wondered if Connor realized just how doped up he felt when he touched him like this. He himself didn't know just how far he'd go for Connor but with the amount of respect Connor showed him so far he had a hard time imagining his boundaries ever being tested.
There was definitely a hazy look to Jacob’s eyes sometimes that Connor thoroughly appreciated. It was there now, and he thought maybe the time for talking logistics was passing. These should be clear-headed agreements, and part of him was getting impatient to get to the celebrating. Relationships were malleable things, they could always make adjustments and additions as they went. Connor didn’t want to overload him right off the bat, anyway. “Anything you want to add?” he asked in a murmur that was a bit more heavy. He stroked his fingers firmly through the back of Jacob’s hair and then settled a firm grip on the back of his neck. “You can ask me for anything, you know. I want to know every deep desire you have.”
It was a hard question when so much of Jacob's desire depended on what Connor wanted but there were things he did want to try or was at the very least curious about and he knew he could ask Connor for those things when the mood struck. "Do you want to try out your new rope?" he asked and then realized that he was turning it around on Connor again and that wasn't a great answer to a direct question so he smiled in realization and tilted his head into Connor's grip. "I'd love to try your new rope," he corrected himself. "And if it's a little tight around the neck that's okay." At least he knew Connor knew what he was doing, they'd met at an event where all the safety protocols were talked about at length and the sort of crowd that came to such an event tended to be people Jacob trusted above others in the scene. It was just another reason in a sea of reasons why he'd been a little fixated on Connor for a long time now.
Connor didn’t expect him to have a list of answers right on the tip of his tongue at that second, but he wanted to make sure Jacob knew he was open to hearing anything. Connor had some hard limits of his own, but they went way beyond most other people’s, and he didn’t foresee Jacob wanting to be into scat or mutilation or animals or anything. The correction made him smile, and he nodded a bit. Jacob seemed to be eager to get to the celebrating as well. “Get a water bottle from the fridge and meet me in the bedroom,” he said. Connor gave Jacob’s neck a tighter squeeze before he stood up and sauntered toward the hallway. “Naked before you come in, don’t forget,” he said over his shoulder.
Jacob watched him walk away which was a nice thing to watch all on its own, then drank down the last of his drink, got to his feet and hurried to the kitchen. He got the water, then stripped down in the hallway - even if he was tempted to do it in the kitchen and possibly give the neighbors a show if anyone was looking - folding his clothes neatly to leave them outside the door. He stopped just a couple of steps into the room, forcing his body to relax despite the excitement thrumming through him.
He’d had the jute rope out already, intending to make good use of his Christmas present tonight anyway. Jacob’s desire for it just made it even more appealing. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, the material soft against skin that already was starting to feel a little more alive with anticipation. Connor left the chain bracelet on, of course. He turned from setting the bottle of lube on the bedside table and looked at Jacob. Naked except for the collar around his throat. Connor couldn’t help but give a low hum of appreciation. A slow smile creeping across his face, he beckoned Jacob forward to where he was standing at the edge of the bed.
Having a kind, attentive and responsible dom was already a dream come true but the fact Connor was hot as hell was a huge bonus and Jacob took a moment just to look him over with appreciation and growing arousal. He walked forward when Connor motioned at him to do so, stepping up close to him and giving him a little smile, his hand automatically reaching up to the collar just to feel it there even if he didn't need a reminder that he belonged to Connor or that he was wanted, not with the way Connor was looking at him.
Connor loved the way he moved, the lazy grace of it that seemed completely unintentional, the way he always looked a little smug. He also loved to see all of that unravel and those social walls fall away. That soft inner place was his now, and he felt it as he ghosted his fingers up Jacob’s chest to curl them into the collar. He held Jacob’s gaze for a moment, just putting some pressure on his neck before he pulled him in close enough to kiss. Which he did, deep and hungry already. Connor used his free hand to take the water bottle from Jacob’s without looking and tossed it behind him on the bed before he wrapped that palm around Jacob’s cock, cold droplets and all.
Jacob jerked a little and drew in a sharp breath through his nose at the feel of the cold water but he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel good, jolting him a little bit and making his body tense and tight for a second. He let out a little moan into the kiss which he managed not to break despite it and it felt like his cock didn't really know what to do with that sensation - get harder or shrink away. Connor's hand wasn't cold though and the water warmed up fast but weirdly Jacob didn't really want it to. He'd heard about temperature play and never really thought much about it until now but now he almost hoped that water bottle would join the game again.
All those subtle reaction were what Connor lived for -- the breaths and twitches. Jacob’s cock only seemed to get harder in his hand, so he thought maybe a few well-placed droplets would come in handy later on. Connor kept kissing him for a long moment before he pulled back, licking his lips. There was that dazed expression he loved so much. “So you want to be tied up, huh?” he murmured, still holding tight to Jacob’s collar. “Helpless to my every whim?” He drifted his fingers over the underside of Jacob’s cock to cup his balls and squeeze gently. “Should I blindfold you too so you really don’t know what’s coming?” His tongue darted out to lick Jacob’s bottom lip, then Connor grinned.
The look on Jacob's face said 'yes, yes and yes' and he drew another deep breath through his nose. "Whatever you desire," he murmured but there was yearning there for everything Connor suggested. Yes, he liked seeing him, but he also liked the uncertainty of being blinded and it was so worth it for that moment when the blindfold came off. "May I kiss you first?" he asked and his whole body felt like it was drawn to Connor in a way that had nothing to do with his grip on him.
“You just did, greedy boy,” Connor murmured, still grinning slightly at him. It was cute and perfect of him to ask, but Connor decided to deny him this time. At least for the moment. He tightened his grip on Jacob’s balls for a second, then released him and stepped to one side. He took hold of one of Jacob’s arms and guided him toward the edge of the mattress. “Bend over it, hands behind your back,” he instructed, his voice getting a more commanding edge to it. If Jacob wanted to get trussed up, he could have that first.
Jacob made a soft noise of displeasure in the back of his throat because he really wasn't used to Connor refusing him things. Sure, they'd just kissed, but he still wanted more, even if the denial in itself was hot too. He was quick to go quiet save for a gasp at the grip and he clamped his lips tightly shut in an effort not to make another sound. He still did what he was told to when Connor let go, spreading his legs for balance as he leaned over and stretched his hands back before hooking his fingers together to keep his hands in place.
He had a lovely back, and Connor looked it over with relish for a moment as he picked up the jute rope. It slid softly through his fingers, and he let one end of it trail up Jacob’s spine, from where his hands were clasped to the back of his neck. Connor put one foot up on the bed to brace himself as he bent over Jacob. “The neck is pretty delicate, you know,” he said, low and soft as he started to wrap the rope around Jacob’s wrists, several rotations on each. “Lots of tendons and important pipes ...” He tied both hands together and ran another length of the rope upward to Jacob’s neck. Connor looped the rope around it once and pulled on it a tiny bit. “Sure you trust me?” he all but purred.
It was scary but also not because Jacob did trust Connor and yet, yes it was scary because it was not the safest thing to do. "Yes," he whispered, his stomach in delicious knots and his cock hardening fast. "I trust you," he added and some small, twisted part of him almost wanted Connor to break that trust a little bit, to hurt him when he didn't deserve it, to make him squirm and be a little more afraid. They hadn't talked about that so he didn't think Connor would do it but at the same time he still had his safeword. He hadn't reminded Connor this time and it didn't feel right now but that was okay, Connor always remembered and Jacob had a stupid amount of blind trust in him.
“Good.” Connor knew what he was doing, and he had a good pair of shears close at hand if he needed them. He looped the rope around Jacob’s neck once more, then tied a knot that would loosen up without pressure on it. He planned to put some pressure on it, but better safe than sorry. Jacob would discover that it would tighten if he struggled ... but that might end up being fun for him. Connor took hold of the rope and pulled, gentle and steady as he straightened up. “Down on your knees,” he instructed. “Turn around.” He let go so his sub could do so, leaning over to pull the blindfold out of one of the nightstand drawers.
It was a bit of a challenge with the way he was tied up, but Jacob knelt down, arching his back to keep the pressure off his neck and tilting his head back a little more than necessary to look up at Connor. As soon as he saw the blindfold he braced himself, taking in the way Connor looked as if he could do so extra much before he lost the visual. "I like seeing you," he said a little petulantly but there was still a hint of a smile there because he also liked not knowing what Connor was doing so it was a bit of a conundrum and he was glad he wasn't in charge.
“Mm, so you’ve said,” Connor answered, one corner of his mouth turning up in a tiny smirk. It wasn’t that he didn’t like to be seen, because he did. He just liked the power dynamic of having a blinded sub. He knew from experience that taking one sense away could enhance the experience, and Connor was all about doing that. He hooked a thumb into the front of his boxers and pushed them down to expose his lazily hardening cock, moving his hips just enough to make it sway slightly in front of Jacob’s face. “Get a good look while you can, boy.” Connor wasn’t going to let him touch it yet, but that was all part of the tease.
It was such a gut reaction, that urge to lean forward and take Connor in his mouth. Jacob's mouth watered like he was Pavlov's dog, conditioned and primed for service. Of course he couldn't, not with the way he was balancing to keep the rope from being too tight around his neck. He stared instead, licked his lips before looking up at Connor's face with pure longing. "Can I taste you?" he asked, fully expecting Connor to deny him that too because that seemed to be his mood tonight; doing things at his own pace, which was fine by Jacob. He had to ask though, since he couldn't be a brat and dart his tongue against the velvety soft skin no matter how much he wanted to and was ready to accept the consequences for it.
There was nothing like bondage keeping people from doing something. Especially bondage around the throat. That hungry look on Jacob’s face made Connor’s stomach feel all fluttery and his cock flexed a bit. “When I’m ready,” he answered, though it was hard to deny him. Still, Connor wasn’t going to let him have both right away, so he slipped the blindfold onto Jacob’s head. He gave him a wink and a grin before he covered the boy’s eyes completely. They were pretty, so part of him hated to hide them, but the experience was worth it. “Look at you,” he murmured down at Jacob, brushing his fingers against the side of his face. “Pretty and helpless and hard.” Connor slipped his foot between Jacob’s thighs to nudge at his cock a little. He took hold of his own erection and tapped it against Jacob’s cheek, then pulled out of reach again.
"For you," Jacob replied in a soft moan and when he felt Connor's cock against his face, he opened his mouth to receive him, moaning again a bit more sulkily when Connor pulled away. it wasn't fair, but it was fun and he did love being helpless and hard for Connor. The fact Connor thought he was pretty was definitely an added bonus that he was absolutely eating up. The blindfold was soft but snug and Jacob couldn't see a damn thing. He focused on the feel of the rope against his skin, tested the strength of it with a little tug that made it tight around the neck for a second. It sent a little thrill through him and they'd barely even started. He'd meant it when he said Connor could leave him like this but that was without the sexual element of it and right now he was all worked up, his cock only getting harder as he let himself feel every part of the experience.
Connor intended to pay special attention to the rope around Jacob’s neck, of course. That was the risky one, and he wasn’t going to take any chances, moving away for a brief moment to grab the scissors and put them close by on the bed. He slipped his boxers off while he was at it, then stepped in front of Jacob again. Connor stroked himself once or twice, just looking at the pretty blue of the rope against Jacob’s skin, then barely brushed the tip of his cock against the boy’s lips. It was a light, teasing touch, and it moved a bit as Connor’s hand continued to move up and down his shaft. “Tongue out,” he murmured huskily. He was definitely going to thoroughly fuck Jacob’s mouth, but he wanted to take his time getting there.
Jacob's lips were already parted when the order came and he eagerly obeyed, darting his tongue against the tip of Connor's cock, tasting the skin and precum. It wasn't exactly what Connor had told him to do but he left his tongue out so he thought he could get away with it. His body felt tense with anticipation and he could feel his cock straining upward as if looking for something to rub against. Jacob knew it wouldn't find anything just yet, at most some teasing touches but nothing that would stay long enough to feel good. That was okay, it was sweet torture, exactly the kind he loved just like the rope pressing against his neck. It wasn't restricting anything important, even when he pulled on it, but it felt good and he knew if he pulled on it long enough he'd feel a little woozy.
Connor gave a deep chuckle at the first lick, a bit of cheeky toeing the line from his boy. Jacob didn’t try to suck him though, just kept his tongue out, which was good. Connor rubbed the head of his cock against all that warm softness, a bit more heat curling in his belly. As usual, he was tempted to be a bastard, to just jerk himself off against Jacob’s tongue, fill his mouth, and leave him there to think about it. Maybe he would some day, but he wanted to make the most of the time they had together, since it wasn’t infinite. Connor wanted to fuck him, to celebrate their union -- and just because he loved to do it. But he was going to get Jacob desperate and leaky first. Connor rocked his hips slowly, rubbing the underside of his cock against Jacob’s tongue and up against his lip a bit, enjoying how it looked before he slipped the head inside once or twice. “I do like a captive fuck toy,” he murmured down to him. Connor slipped the fingers of his free hand into Jacob’s collar and pulled from the side.
Jacob spread his legs a little more for balance, an automatic reaction in case Connor pulled at him harder and not one he particularly thought out. He moaned a little as Connor's cock dragged against his tongue only to be removed again and he was obviously enjoying the tease but then so was Jacob. He loved being a captive fuck toy, being at Connor's mercy and putting all his trust in him. Even if he didn't believe for a second Connor would abuse the privilege, there was still an edge of danger to it that seemed to satisfy something dark inside of him. He didn't speak, obediently keeping his tongue out for Connor until told otherwise, but his breathing was a little more shaky as both Connor's administrations and his own thoughts ramped up his feelings.
He could tell he was getting to Jacob, and that was the best sort of feeling. A clear head was important for the consent portion, but Connor loved to watch Jacob slip into subspace. He didn’t know if it was the body language or microexpressions or just the shift of the vibe in the room, but it was something he could sense. It never failed to call to the thing in him that thrived on being in control, adjusting the knob between pleasure and pain. Or at least discomfort. Connor toyed with Jacob’s tongue for another moment before he pushed his cock deep into the boy’s mouth and held it there, his grip still tight on the collar.
Jacob moaned again when Connor pushed in, then gagged a bit when he hit his throat. He forced himself to relax and take it, his back a little more arched now, his body shaking a bit from the tension running through it. It felt so right, being owned, being used, that brief denial of air just making his cock stand up straighter, his balls heavy and warm. He wondered if he could come just from this and then he wondered if he even wanted to find out because it would be a painful sort of orgasm, incomplete and weird probably and yet, like everything else, it would be right if that was what Connor wanted.
The gag felt good, and Connor held still until Jacob gagged again, then pulled all the way out to let him breathe. Some spit came along too, trailing from the tip of his cock to Jacob’s tongue, and Connor gave a soft hum. He let go of himself to slip a couple of fingers into Jacob’s mouth next to get more saliva. Connor spread it over Jacob’s lips, then slowly sank his cock between them again. He let out a long breath and adjusted his stance a bit closer, his legs spread over Jacob’s thighs. Connor reached behind him to take hold of the ropes along Jacob’s spine, between his neck and wrists, and pulled them a bit to put pressure on both. He began to roll his hips slowly, building up a rhythm.
Jacob inhaled deeply while he could, letting himself fall into the rhythm Connor set for him. He couldn't even safeword out of this and he was completely at Connor's mercy and it felt scary and satisfying all at once. He let out a muffled little moan when Connor wasn't gagging him, his erection not waning for a second. His heart was beating so fast now, like prey caught by a predator and all he could do was tremble and arch more when Connor tugged on the ropes, accepting the now slick cock over and over down his throat.
Connor was careful not to gag him too many times in a row or too deeply, the last thing he wanted was for Jacob to lose his lunch. He just wanted to fuck his mouth and make sure he understood who was in control. “Yeah, that’s it,” he whispered harshly down at Jacob. “Suck your master’s cock, boy.” The rope and the chain looked good on his neck, and Connor pulled tighter as he thrust deeper for a few heartbeats, then eased up on both to let him breathe again. He pulled more firmly on Jacob’s wrists instead, wanting his body to be full of pleasure and discomfort at the same time.
Pulled back enough but not all the way out so Jacob couldn't speak. It was probably good because right in that moment words would have failed him anyway as he slipped further into sub space, dazed and a little out of it, his whole focus on the conflicting sensations in his body. He did moan again though, more than once, just soft whimper like sounds in the back of his throat as he sucked on the dick still in his mouth like his life depended on it, making it good for Connor, trying to make him happy. Jacob sure as fuck was happy, though maybe not everyone would understand how that worked. His body ached, he still felt that primal sense of fear despite his trust in Connor and he was breathing hard through his nose, feeling like he wasn't getting enough air. But yes, he was happy, spiralling into that place where he didn't really need to worry about anything or even think about anything but this.
He was definitely making Connor happy, there was no doubt about that. Connor’s balls felt overfull already, Jacob’s mouth was hot and tight with suction, and those little sounds he made were so fucking delicious. Connor fucked his mouth a bit faster, groaning himself as Jacob’s tongue dragged against the underside of his cock. He pulled out abruptly and stepped back, swinging a hand down to smack Jacob’s cheek -- not too hard, but enough to sting and surprise him. Connor grabbed his jaw and tilted his face up, bending over to kiss him deep and hungry for a moment. He pulled his head up a bit, keeping Jacob’s mouth open with his fingers, and spit down into it before he straightened and pushed his cock inside again. If Jacob wanted to be used, Connor would use him.
Jacob was reeling and Connor felt rougher than he usually did but all he could do was kneel there and take it, every last bit of it. That really was not a problem, he was loving every second of it, even as his eyes watered and the blindfold got damp, his nose felt like it was running and his lips were slick with precum and spit. He felt like he could do this for hours, let his mind go blank and only be there to receive. His knees didn't quite agree but he didn't care. The slap came out of nowhere and he barely had time to register or react before Connor's tongue was in his mouth, muffling his whimpers. He was in that place where his thoughts had just become a chanting of 'please' even if he didn't really know what he wanted, whatever Connor wanted, most likely, anything Connor wanted to do to him.
Jacob certainly sounded like he was enjoying himself, and another glance down confirmed that his cock was rock hard, and he hadn’t safeworded or anything, so Connor carried on how he wanted. He wasn’t sure if it was all of the nervous tension from collaring Jacob that was now being channeled into dominance or what, but he felt a bit more aggressive. Still well in control, but a primal part of him wanted Jacob to fully understand who he belonged to. Connor kept fucking his mouth for a while, enjoying the power of it, but eventually his body got impatient to move on. He pulled back fully and let Jacob catch his breath, swiping some of the drool and mucus and precum off of the boy’s face with a soft cloth from the drawer. “Such a mess,” he murmured fondly, then hooked a hand under one of Jacob’s arms. “On your feet, fucktoy. I hope you’re ready for my cock.”
"Yes," Jacob said softly and realized he sounded drunk, the word a little slurred and shaky. He was dazed and his body was trembling so he might as well have been drunk, struggling for balance even as Connor supported him, the ropes tightening when his body moved, pressing against his neck in a way that felt dangerous even if it wasn't. He sucked in some air, swallowing thickly once he was up on his feet. The pressure let up when he was standing again, able to raise his hands behind his back to stop pulling on the rope. He wanted nothing more than for Connor to touch his cock; it ached with need and the way it jutted from his body felt entirely too sensitive and vulnerable.
Connor had no trouble helping him up, though he could see that Jacob needed the help. It would probably be best to get him off of his feet now, safe on the bed. A mattress was much easier on the knees than the floor. He did a quick visual check of Jacob’s neck, making sure nothing was turning too red and the adjustable knot was still functioning all right. He might be dying to fuck Jacob silly, but safety took priority, especially with this type of bondage. Jacob’s hands looked okay too, so Connor carried on. Still holding onto his arm, he turned Jacob around to face the bed, but didn’t push him anywhere else yet. Since his boy was upright and accessible, Connor took the opportunity to grope him, running his hands up and down Jacob’s back and chest, his fingers brushing teasingly against the base of his cock and crack of his ass. “I’ve got something special for you tonight,” he murmured next to Jacob’s ear. Connor barely wrapped his hand around the boy’s cock, giving it a ghost of a stroke. “If you think you can take it. Can you take it for me like a good boy, Jacob?”
Jacob bucked his hips involuntarily, like Connor had just pressed a button and it was completely out of his control. There wasn't any friction from the way Connor touched him, just a teasing tickle that made it oh so much worse. "I can take it," he said and his voice sounded broken, like he wasn't sure, even if he was. He didn't know what it was so this was blind trust he was showing, even if he knew he could safeword out, even if he knew Connor would never hurt him, he could know all of these things with absolute certainty and still feel a twinge of fear. "What is it?" he whispered, a nervous little smile curling his lips for a minute and he leaned in back against Connor, his whole body begging to squirm, to move, to be touched and he thought he was doing a pretty good job of holding mostly still for now.
Connor was delightfully aware of how much trust Jacob was putting in him. The rope around his neck wasn’t the least of it, but it wasn’t the biggest leap of faith, either. People put themselves in physically dangerous positions all the time, it took a lot more faith to put your emotional wellbeing in someone’s hands, to be that vulnerable. Connor both admired that kind of strength and felt privileged to receive that much trust. He wasn’t going to do anything to fuck it up. What he was going to do was drive Jacob out of his mind with pleasure. That was the goal anyway. Connor gave a low hum and a chuckle before he nibbled on Jacob’s ear, still running hands all over him as he enjoyed the weight leaned against him. “You’ll find out, after I get balls deep in this cute little ass,” he murmured, and smacked Jacob’s ass with a loud crack. He loved how firm it was under his hand, and he gave it a squeeze before pulling away a bit and re-settled his hands on the boy to help him move around again. “Up on the bed, on your knees,” he instructed.
Jacob gasped at the sudden impact, the sting of it making his cock jump. He felt a bit like those newborn critters he'd seen on tv as he tried to get where he was supposed to go. His feet felt wobbly and since he couldn't see anything, the couple of steps he had to take were very cautious until his knees brushed against the bed. It helped that Connor held onto him, he'd feel like he was spinning out of control without his hands on him, dazed and aroused as he was. He got himself up on the bed without much trouble, shuffling forward with his hands held high behind his back to keep the pressure off his neck. He was absolutely eager to get that cock balls deep inside him, his balls a little tighter just at the thought but Connor's words just made him more curious and even more eager to find out. He turned his head a little as if to look over his shoulder even if he couldn't see a damn thing. It was more for Connor than himself but he was listening intently to whatever his dom might be up to.
Connor made sure Jacob got up and settled all right, nudging him to turn and face the headboard. Not that it would do him much good with his hands bound like they were, but if he fell forward at least the pillows were there. He got some lube and the surprise toy out of the nightstand drawer and climbed up onto the bed himself. He knee-walked in close behind Jacob, tapping his legs to get him to spread them more. Connor got some lube on his cock and rubbed the head of it in the cleft of Jacob’s ass, scooting in closer so he could rock his hips and stroke himself against that warm valley. He reached around to tease his fingertips against Jacob’s cock and balls. Connor hummed and nibbled a bit on the top of the boy’s shoulder, his free hand pulling a bit against the bondage rope. “I feel like sliding right inside your tight little hole,” he murmured toward Jacob’s ear, leaning in to lick some exposed skin on the side of his neck. “You don’t have to warm a toy up to fuck it, right? And you wanna get fucked, don’t you?”
With enough lube, Jacob knew he could easily take him now, it hadn't been that long since Connor last fucked him and his body knew how to handle it now. "Yes," he whispered, swallowing thickly again. "Please." Those featherlight touches against his cock were going to end him and he found himself bucking his hips again, wanting more of Connor's hand but also wanting more of that cock already sliding against him, full of promise. It didn't matter what he said right now, if Connor wanted to fuck him he had the right to do so, if he wanted to flip him over and fuck his throat, he could easily do that. Jacob really hoped he'd fuck him, that his touches on his cock would get firmer but there was a thrill in knowing he had no say in it.
“Of course you do,” Connor purred. “Because you’re my horny pet slut. Look at this cock, it’s just dying for attention, huh?” He wrapped his hand around Jacob’s shaft to give it one solid stroke and then let go again. The way his body twitched was absolutely delicious. Connor could’ve just played with him for hours, but he was horny as hell too, and he’d already been teasing a while. Keeping his grip on the ropes, Connor guided himself into position, added some more lube to everything, and started to slowly push his cock into Jacob. With both of them upright, the angle made things tight, but that was by design. He kept the pressure steady and his breath caught a bit as he pushed past the initial resistance and the head of his cock was engulfed with heat. “Fuck, that’s so good,” Connor moaned as he kept going, slow and careful but determined at the same time.
Jacob's cock twitched needily when Connor let go again and he couldn't help the whine that escaped his lips. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough and he wanted Connor's hand back, wanted it to stay and stroke until he came, to stop teasing. "Please," he said in a sharp inhale and then Connor's cock was there, pushing and stretching him open, making it hard to think for a second. His legs were shaking, every muscle taut as he tried to relax the important parts of himself, to not resist the penetration. It almost hurt but for the most part it was just good, filling him up, like Connor was claiming him inch by inch. He wanted to double over, to push his ass up in the air and back against Connor, staying upright was hard but it still felt right and Connor's grip on the ropes kept him right there, trembling against him.
“There’s my boy,” Connor breathed as his pelvis pressed flush against Jacob’s ass. It felt so incredibly good to be fully seated inside him, knowing just how worked up Jacob was. The press against his prostate was probably torture of the best kind. He hissed a breath in through his teeth as he drew his cock out halfway and slowly pressed back in, getting Jacob’s body used to the invasion. He’d gotten better at taking it, and Connor thought it wouldn’t be long before he didn’t have to be so careful. “I could just fucking ... live with my cock inside you, Jesus.” His hips rocked again and Connor groaned softly.