Who: Jacob and Connor When: evening, Friday, Jan 5th Where: home Warning: NSFW Status: complete
Connor was coming off of a long shift by the time Friday night rolled around. There hadn’t been any insane natural -- or supernatural -- disasters that day, which he was grateful for, but the ER had still stayed busy and stressful. One particularly bad car accident from the edge of town had resulted in a death, and it was still weighing heavy on his mind as he clocked out and made his way to the car. His body was weary and he felt kind of heavy and sad, and ready to see his boy. Connor was going to hug the shit out of Jacob tonight, and possibly fuck his brains out just to feel like he had some semblence of control over something. He felt like he needed it. But first, a long shower.
He texted Jacob to let him know he was on the way. After brief consideration, he decided they could order a pizza when he got home, so Connor drove straight to Seaview and parked in his drive. He gave a little groan as he got out of the car -- he really needed to get back on an exercise routine, this variable-schedule shit was for the birds. Connor trudged up to the door to let himself in, hoping Jacob wasn’t preoccupied with something.
Jacob was really enjoying not having a job. It had just been two days to be fair but he was making the most of it. He'd kept himself busy, cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen then spent hours drawing commissions that would get him a little money. He always appreciated how Connor let him know he was on the way so he was ready when he heard the car pull up, quick enough to get to the door and open it before Connor had his keys out. "There you are," he purred at him, backing up to let him in and tugging on his coat. It was stupidly cold outside and the faster they got that door closed the better.
It was a good greeting, and it brought a small smile to Connor’s face as he stepped in out of the cold. Jacob was a sight for tired eyes, and once the door was shut behind him, Connor shrugged out of his coat and just let it fall to the floor. He pulled Jacob in against him in a tight hug, nuzzling his cheek against the side of the boy’s head. He didn’t want to sink into the melancholy that sometimes followed him home from work, but it did warrant standing there for a little while and just appreciating what he had. “Missed you today,” he murmured after a moment of quiet, his grip still firm around Jacob.
Jacob slipped his arms around Connor's waist and let him hold on for as long as he needed. He loved being held by him so it was hardly a chore and while he didn't think he was terribly empathetic it was hard to miss that Connor wasn't feeling great. "I missed you too," he told him, idly rubbing his knuckles against Connor's lower back. "Bad day?" It almost made him feel a little guilty because his day had been pretty great. He'd played music, gotten things done, even chatted with some friends briefly online. It was only fair that Connor should have a good day too but that wasn't within Jacob's power to dictate.
“Yeah,” Connor answered, drawing the word out into a long sigh. Holding onto Jacob was helping some of the tension bleed out of his body. He gave his boy a tighter squeeze, then pulled back to look him in the face, bringing one hand up to brush through Jacob’s hair at the side of his head. “Just glad to be home with you now,” he murmured, quirking a tired half-smile. “How about you, how was your day?” Connor was sure it had been relaxed smooth sailing, but he wasn’t going to hold it against him. That was pretty much the life Connor wanted to give him, after all, and maybe it would make him feel even better to know Jacob had enjoyed himself while Connor had been working.
"Really good," Jacob admitted. "I cleaned, showered and drew a lot so it was productive. Didn't get bored at least, though I wished you'd had the day off." He leaned in closer, brushing his nose against Connor's nose. "But you're home now so let me pamper you for a change. Bring you drink, give you a blow job, whatever you want." He gave Connor a cheeky little smile, hoping he could cheer him up a little, if not with these sweet promises then with the actions themselves. If Connor wanted to just relax and chat, he could show him what he'd been working on or they could watch TV. Jacob was definitely flexible when it came to what to do next.
Connor could relate -- with Jacob living with him now, it was harder to go to work than it had been before. Granted, it had only been a couple of days, but still. Playing hooky to stay home and lounge with his boy was already a temptation; Connor was very much looking forward to his next day off. “Mmm, all of the above?” he murmured with a little smile that came easier this time. He rubbed at Jacob’s upper arms, then let him go and stepped back a tiny bit. “I really need a shower though, so I can do that while you set me up with a drink? And I wanna see what you’ve been drawing.” Connor bent to pick up his coat where he’d dropped it, and he hung it up on one of the hooks next to the door. He might have skipped the shower, but moving seamlessly from a drink and talking to a blowjob sounded nice, and he always wanted to be clean for that.
"Sure," Jacob murmured and headed back inside to give Connor space to do the same. He was a little tickled that Connor wanted to see what he was working on, maybe a tiny bit nervous too because showing off his work to someone new in his real life was always a little weird, so different from people first seeing his drawings before they got to know him. "You make it sound like you want an intricate cocktail," he teased. "I mean, I can totally make one if that's what you want." Pouring a drink from a bottle wouldn't take as long, even if Connor was quick in the shower.
Connor chuckled and patted Jacob’s ass as he passed by. “A bourbon and Coke will do just fine,” he told him. “Easy on the Coke.” Jacob knew where the liquor cabinet was now, and Connor knew it wouldn’t take his boy long to pour a drink, but it would be nice to step out of the shower and have one ready. He went to the master bedroom and stripped down, tossing his scrubs into the separate laundry basket he kept for them, then padded naked to the bathroom to start the hot water running. Connor made it a fast -- but thorough -- shower, and within ten minutes he was cutting the water and grabbing a towel to dry off with. Getting clean always made him feel a percentage more human, especially after a day like the one he’d had.
As promised, Jacob was ready with a drink and a smile, giving Connor an appreciative one-over as he entered the living room. He'd brought his laptop out, comfortable on the couch with room for Connor in his favorite spot. "You wanted to see what I was working on today," he murmured, patting the seat next to him. He'd considered stripping down and being in the bedroom for Connor but he was a little hungry and suspected Connor was too so that all could wait for a bit. There was more to this than sex, after all.
Connor had pulled on boxers and a soft dark robe over his shoulders before he emerged, and he felt much more comfortable as he sat down next to Jacob. He picked up the drink on the coffee table and took a sip before he gave an approving hum. It was perfect. Connor propped one ankle up on his knee and rested his free hand on Jacob’s thigh, his eyes on the screen. “Yeah, let’s see,” he said with a soft smile. He already knew Jacob was a talented artist, he’d gotten some delicious gifts from him so far, and he was curious about what sorts of projects were profitable.
Jacob leaned in against him and settled the laptop on his thigh, tilting it so Connor could see. "So, I take commissions and right now I'm working on a D&D character for a girl who paid for a full color one with no background. So she tells me what she wants and this is what I got so far." He opened up the current in progress file to show Connor. "Not what I usually draw but it pays and it's still fun. People tell me I should start drawing furries because that's where the best clients are. Most likely to pay and pay well." The thought amused him a little but if they didn't ask for porn he didn't really see why not. No worse than drawing Disney characters, really.
Connor knew vaguely what D&D was, old enough to remember the kerfuffle from conservative Christians back when it had been fairly new, but he’d never played it himself. That didn’t mean he couldn’t admire the art though -- Jacob was doing a fantastic job with the illustration. He shot his boy an amused glance as he lifted his glass again. “I hesitate to ask what furries are,” he said. “But now I really want to know. This is excellent work though, looks like it’s coming along nicely. What do you charge for something like this?” It was real interest that made him ask instead of some pressure on Jacob to earn money, and he hoped Jacob knew that.
"Anywhere from fifteen to sixty," Jacob murmured. "Depends on whether they want a sketch, line drawing, full color and background. I'd charge more if it wasn't digital but it's not like I've got oil paintings lined up for selling." He grinned and wondered if he ever would go down that path at all. "People think digital drawing is easier but it's really not. Easier to erase, sure but everything else takes getting used to." He didn't for a second think Connor was asking for any reason but curiosity, if he wanted money from Jacob he could start by asking for rent. "Not everyone gets pencil drawings," he added cheekily, tilting his head toward Connor to sneak a little kiss on his cheek. "That's special." He leaned back again, then laughed. "I can't believe you don't know what a furry is. I really don't want to be the one to tell you."
If sketches were easy and quick, Connor thought that was a pretty profitable price range, with enough interest. He wasn’t a businessman, but he wasn’t stupid either. He grinned lazily when Jacob referenced the pencil drawings he’d gotten for Christmas. “They sure felt special,” he murmured, and turned his head to kiss the bridge of Jacob’s nose. Those had been a really nice surprise, especially since Jacob left them in Connor’s office. He’d jerked off to them more than once already, which was kind of a fun throwback to the days before porn was so prevalent on the internet. He wondered idly if Jacob would work in oils if he had the supplies. Maybe the spare room could become both an office and a studio. “That bad, huh?” he asked, amused. “Don’t make me Google it.” Connor moved his arm behind Jacob’s shoulders and started toying with his hair.
That felt nice and Jacob relaxed into it, even as he grinned at Connor's words. "I'm sure you wouldn't get anything really bad if you googled it. It's pretty much just anthropomorphic animal characters, like Disney or something, but it's a kink to some people so you get a lot of weird porn." He furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes, looking at Connor again suspiciously. "Are you sure you don't know and are just making me explain it to see if I get awkward about it? Maybe you're secretly a furry yourself." He grinned again and leaned in close. It would be weird for sure if Connor was into that and if he was completely honest, Jacob hoped he wasn't, but he wasn't vehemently against it or anything. It was just decidely 'not his kink'.
Connor nodded his understanding and then laughed at Jacob’s teasing suspicion. Now that he’d described it, it sounded familiar, but Connor had no experience with it personally and didn’t lurk around on the internet enough for much exposure. It was just probably something he’d seen in passing on Fetlife. “Oh damn, you’ve found me out,” he deadpanned, half-smiling as he gave Jacob’s hair a little tug. “I’ve got a fuzzy tail buttplug and dog ears just waiting on you.” Connor chuckled again. “Nah though, not my thing. I like to fuck people, not animals.” More power to those who enjoyed it safely, but it wasn’t Connor’s kink either. “Even puppy play kinda turns my stomach a little,” he admitted.
"Good," Jacob tittered, head tilted back at that tug and as vanilla as it was it still stirred something in him so he guessed that made him easy. Not that he was complaining. "I like pet names but I don't want to be an actual pet." He considered showing Connor more pictures but decided it could wait so he closed the laptop and pushed it aside on the couch, giving Connor his full attention. "And you know you get commissions for free so if you ever want me to draw you something, just let me know." He thought that went without saying and he didn't know if Connor would ever actually ask him for something but he would love doing it. With everything Connor did for him, every little bit he could do for Connor made him feel good.
He was pretty sure it would’ve come up by now, and Connor didn’t want to yuck anyone else’s yum, but he was relieved that Jacob wasn’t into pet play either. There was just something strange about it to him, along with people pretending to be children and babies. Just not his thing. He might call Jacob his boy, but he was very glad his boy was a man. A young one, but developed and legal. He noticed the way Jacob’s head tilted, and he kept a solid grip in his hair for a moment, just enjoying the feel of the strands between his fingers. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he murmured warmly. Connor took another sip from his drink. “Perhaps I’ll get you to draw out some rope positions before I put you in them sometime.” He released Jacob’s hair to firmly rub the back of his neck.
Jacob closed his eyes momentarily, so easily reduced to a puddle when Connor did that but damn, it felt so good. "I'll need references for that," he murmured but that was just a good excuse to browse some erotica so he wasn't exactly complaining. "You want to do that sometime? Like heavy duty rope work?" Tying a guy up was one thing but there were so many ways to do it artistically and even hanging up and they always looked really intriguing to Jacob who'd only really tried one of those positions that one time with his friend Erin. It did feel like something that should be shown off and so far neither of them was particularly exhibitionist but it could still be fun to actually do it with someone he was so into.
Connor had done a bit of rigging and suspension work, but it had been a while and he didn’t exactly have the set up for it in this place. He didn’t quite trust the ceiling beams in this mobile home to support someone’s weight like that. He knew there were steel frames one could buy and set up, so maybe that would be something for the future. In the meantime, he could tie Jacob into all sorts of positions just on the bed and around the house. “Yeah, if you’re willing,” Connor said. “I like the look of it, and it’s kind of soothing on both ends, I’ve found. I can’t string you up on the ceiling here, but ... maybe sometime, if you want to give it a try.”
Jacob glanced up at the ceiling, nodding slowly, then turned his attention back to Connor with a lazy smile. "Maybe we should move," he murmured, only half joking. "Get one of those townhouses with exposed beams. Then you can tie me up however you want." He would love that and while he didn't really want to say it, he'd also really love not living in Seaview. He still felt like it had to be Connor's idea and desire to move since he was still a little unsure of his place there and didn't want to push it.
One of his brows quirked up and he nodded thoughtfully. Connor had been prepared to move if Jacob didn’t want to stay in Seaview, but Jacob had said he was fine with it, so he hadn’t considered it again. He wasn’t sure if his boy was being serious or not at the moment, and briefly considered asking, but that would likely lead into another Serious Conversation, and Connor wasn’t in the mood tonight. “Maybe we will,” he murmured, and scritched lightly in Jacob’s hair again. “Meanwhile ... any certain positions you’ve been wanting to try? Anything in particular pique your interest?”
"You got me all curious about rigging now," Jacob said cheekily before settling into a lazy smile again. "But no, nothing comes to mind right now, like nothing new. I want you to fuck me, all the time. I want to suck your cock and I like it when you hold me down or tie me up." His voice got quieter as he talked and for the time being, any thought of food was completely forgotten. "Is there anything you want to try? Something we haven't done before?" If there was a kink Jacob didn't know about, now felt like a good time to bring it up since they were just talking for now and had already talked about some kinks that - while not interested in themselves - they weren't mean about.
Connor felt like he already had everything he could possibly want -- a compatible live-in 24/7 beautiful sub boy who loved to be teased and fucked and serve Connor. What more could he ask for? A little grin crossed his face and he shook his head slightly, some more blood rushing into his cock at Jacob’s soft words. “I think it’s pretty telling that neither of us can think of anything we’re lacking,” he said. Food was far from his own mind, though he knew he would be ravenous a bit later on. “I do like the sound of tying you up and fucking you though, so if you’re not bored with being put into compromising positions to take my cock ...” His tone was lightly teasing, because of course he knew Jacob still enjoyed that. Getting him riled up was part of the fun.
"That doesn't sound like something I could ever be bored with," Jacob promised with obvious amusement. "But try me, maybe you'll prove me wrong." Now that was a fun challenge, he thought, and one he'd enjoy too. He knew if he thought of something he desperately wanted to try he could tell Connor about it and Connor was right, it was telling that neither of them needed a change. There were definitely things Jacob was curious about but none of them 'right now' and many of them 'not for real' so he hadn't brought those up yet. He wondered if Connor was the same, sitting on something for later, fantasizing about something that would remain fantasy.
His biggest fantasy had been fulfilled -- or it was at least beginning to be fulfilled, Connor hoped their living arrangement would last -- so he was feeling pretty damn satisfied. There were small things he could think of, new ways to play with his boy that he hadn’t tried yet, but those would come in time. None of them breached Jacob’s hard limits, so he was sure he could whip out some sex toys at some point and do what he wanted. That was part of the point, after all. “You ready for me to start trying right now?” he asked with a smirk, and tugged on Jacob’s hair again, a bit more firmly this time. His drink was settling in nicely and Connor’s stress had largely fallen away. He was ready to start really enjoying themselves if Jacob was too.
Jacob groaned softly at the firmer pull, his eyes going a little dreamy. "I'm ready," he murmured, loving the way the mood had changed and how much more relaxed Connor felt now in comparison to how he'd been when he'd first come home. That was what Jacob wanted to be for him, someone Connor could come home to, someone who made him feel better after a hard day. So far it seemed to be working for both of them and Jacob was holding onto hope that it'd stay that way or get even better. He leaned in closer to Connor as if offering himself to him, gazing up at him as he started to feel the first effects of his own arousal. "Want me to get ready and wait for you?"
Connor hadn’t lived for very long or very well with anyone else since roommates in college, and having a live-in boyfriend was a completely different animal. None of his previous experiments had felt quite this soothing, and that told him more than words ever could just how well this was going. Jacob being there made his anxiety less, not more, and that was important. Connor firmly stroked his fingers through Jacob’s hair and made a thoughtful face. “I thought you were ready now,” he murmured lightly, knowing full well they were two different kinds of ‘ready'. Connor tucked his drink between his legs and ran his hand down the front of Jacob’s body to caress his crotch. “Maybe I want to undress you myself.”
"You can do whatever you want with me," Jacob murmured, something they both knew by now but it brought him pleasure to say it and he was certain Connor enjoyed hearing it too. He knew that Connor could feel how hard he was getting, his soft jeans didn't do a whole lot to hide it, and feeling the caress only made him more so, blood rushing to his cock as warmth pooled in his belly. "And I'll do anything you tell me to do," he added before biting his bottom lip softly and running his fingers along Connor's arm. He was reaching a point in the relationship where he wasn't even sure where his limits were anymore. Connor hadn't pushed him so far but Jacob still felt like they were shifting ever so slightly. The more he trusted Connor, the more he knew he'd let him do.
He never got tired of hearing those things, and Connor was pretty sure he never would. Just like he would never get tired of feeling that bulge of Jacob’s grow under his palm. He gave a soft, appreciative hum and rubbed it a little, liking the way Jacob touched him back. “Stand up then,” he instructed softly, giving Jacob’s cock a firmer squeeze through his jeans. He enjoyed stripping his boy down like he was unwrapping a present, and there was something fun about doing it out in the living room where they also spent normal time together.
Jacob pushed himself to his feet and turned to face Connor, standing between his feet to get as close as possible. Connor shouldn't have to reach far to get to him, he thought, he should be as available as possible. It made sense to strip here - or the hallway - given the no clothes in the bedroom rule and he liked it when Connor undressed him too because it did make him feel like a present, like something to be cherished. Not a lot of situations or people made him feel that way but Connor always managed and it was a nice way to push away the usual doubts and self deprecating feelings he had.
Connor spread his knees further apart to give Jacob more room, and held up his glass for the boy to take. “Put this on the coffee table,” he murmured. As Jacob did as he was told, Connor ran his hands up and down the sides of his legs, feeling the muscle underneath the soft material of his jeans and giving little squeezes here and there. He slipped his fingers up under the hem of Jacob’s shirt to push it up, leaning forward to press a couple of slow kisses against the bare skin of his stomach. Connor slid it further up with a soft “off,” and ran his hands over the bare torso underneath.
Jacob was happy to oblige, pulling his shirt up and off as he leaned into the touches. He held onto it for a few seconds, keeping his hands behind his head as he watched Connor with sweet anticipation. Finally he let it drop on the couch next to Connor and relaxed his arms by his sides. He wanted Connor to undress too, loved running his hands over the man's naked body but at the same time he enjoyed the feeling of being the only one naked; it was a sort of power imbalance that made him weak in the knees when it happened - as was not knowing whether he'd even be allowed to touch if he wanted to. Connor wasn't wearing much right now so it wasn't quite as impactful but Jacob loved it either way, his fingers itching to push his robe off his shoulders or run his fingers through Connor's hair.
Jacob’s skin was so smooth and soft, only scant hair here and there, Connor couldn’t get enough of touching him. He slid his palms up to Jacob’s nipples to give them both a tweak before he pulled them back down to start working on the front of his jeans. He knew just how much Jacob enjoyed being touched and admired -- even without the obvious erection in his pants, just the way he breathed and arched into it told Connor everything. Which worked out perfectly, because he was beautiful and Connor loved to lavish him with attention. He unbuttoned Jacob’s jeans and hooked his fingers into the waistband of denim and the underwear beneath to start easing them down. Connor followed the material with his mouth, kissing lower and lower on Jacob’s stomach until his lips brush soft pubic hair. He veered to kiss the front of the boy’s hip as he pushed his clothes down his thighs.
Jacob's erection sprung free as soon as it could and Jacob was reminded of the time when having an erection was just a source of embarrassment. Now it felt more like an offering, a way to show Connor how much he wanted him, how much every little touch from him affected Jacob. He wondered if Connor would suck him again, if only for a little bit, and his cock twitched at the thought, almost as if it wanted to lean in closer to Connor's face, requesting something Jacob wasn't going to put into words. "Can I touch you?" he whispered, behaving for now, being a good boy and not doing anything without permission. For now.
In their private world, arousal was nothing to be embarrassed about, ever. If Connor could realistically keep Jacob hard 24/7, he would do it. He had such a beautiful erection, and he looked so good when he was aroused. It was an unfulfillable fantasy, of course, but Connor still appreciated how responsive his boy was. He tossed a glance upward at the soft question, smirking wickedly. “No,” he answered with a bit of cheek. “In fact, because you asked, hands on your head.” Connor pushed Jacob’s jeans the rest of the way down and let him step out of them, then skimmed his hands back up the boy’s thighs. He didn’t suck, not yet, but he did touch, barely ghosting his fingers over Jacob’s hardon, watching it twitch. “So responsive,” he murmured. “Did you touch yourself today?”
"No, sir," Jacob murmured and it felt natural rolling off his tongue, even if he rarely called Connor that or anything like it. Sometimes it just fit and now was the time. He raised his hands to rest them on his head just like Connor told him to, and it felt weirdly hot to stand there like that; like he was at attention or something - he didn't really know the army way of doing things outside of some random porn videos he'd seen. "This is just for you." He'd been tempted in the shower that morning and he'd stroked himself lazily while washing but not to completion and not with any serious vigor. Now he was happy for it, pleased he hadn't already rubbed one out even if he knew he'd have recovered enough by now to get hard for Connor again. It felt more special this way,
“Good,” Connor breathed, smiling a little as he slowly stroked his fingertips against the bottom of Jacob’s balls. He liked thinking about his boy getting turned on at random times throughout the day and having the opportunity to take care of himself but resisting. Connor usually didn’t have a choice when it happened to him, and the idea of both of them saving it for each other was a turn on. Connor nudged the bottom of Jacob’s cock to make it bounce a little, and let it tap against his tongue, just to give him a little sensation. “All mine, and I intend to enjoy it ... and this ...” Connor slid one hand around to grip one side of Jacob’s ass and give it a smack.
As much as Jacob would love to get another blowjob, the thought of getting fucked was more appealing tonight and even if he flinched a little at the smack - not expecting it - he loved the light sting of it and grinned at the suggestion. "That's for you too," he murmured. He was loving every second of Connor's attention, the light touches and Connor's smooth voice sending happy little tremors through his body. He fisted his hands in his own hair to try to quell that urge to drop them and touch Connor but it also just felt good, even if it wasn't Connor gripping his hair. "What are you planning on doing with it?" he asked huskily.
The question made Connor chuckle deep in his throat. He nuzzled against the sexy shallow dip at Jacob’s hip and gave his skin a little nip, then stood up in front of him. They were close enough that their bodies nudged together, and Connor looked down into his boy’s face, pleased that Jacob was a few inches shorter than he was. “I’m gonna get it good and warmed up,” he murmured, his hands stroking up Jacob’s sides and along his arms, just to keep touching him. “Tease it until you’re begging me to take you ... and then I’m gonna fuck it until you scream.” He slid his touch down Jacob’s back again to grab hold of his ass and pull their bodies firmly together. “How’s that sound?” he asked, giving another tiny smirk.
"So good," Jacob replied a bit breathlessly, arching in against him. It felt weird to keep his hands in place when what he really wanted to do was wrap them around Connor, slip them underneath that robe and take in the feel of all that bare skin. He tightened his grip momentarily, just to remind himself to stay still. He could feel Connor's erection against his own, hard and hot underneath the soft fabric of his boxers and he couldn't help but grind his own cock against it now that Connor was holding him close enough to do so. He didn't think he was much of a screamer but it was hard to keep track of the sounds he was making when Connor worked him to a certain point so maybe he was. He did know he lost control sometimes and he did know he could get loud. "I want to make you feel good," he murmured, once again keenly aware of not being allowed to use his hands.
‘Scream’ was a relative term, really. Jacob could make absolutely delicious noises when he really got going, and that was the place Connor wanted to push him to tonight. His whole day had been so out of his control and sad, he wanted to drown it all in Jacob. The wanton way the boy rubbed his cock against Connor made him smile, sending twinges of pleasure sparking up his own spine. Such a hungry little slut, Connor loved it. “Oh you will,” he murmured, gazing into Jacob’s eyes for a hot moment. “You always do.” He kissed him then, quickly making it deep so he could tangle their tongues together. Connor slipped two fingers between the cleft of Jacob’s ass to push lightly against his hole, just to give him some extra sensation, a tiny tease of what was coming.
Jacob drew a sharp breath through his nose, wishing Connor could just push inside and fuck him right here and now even if he knew logically it wouldn't feel good without lube. He was hungry for it and he felt more ready than he probably was physically but god that little touch felt good already and he wanted more. He kissed Connor back almost desperately now and it got harder and harder to keep his hands were they were supposed to be when Connor's body was right there, silently begging to be touched. Jacob kept letting go and then moving his hands back into place - just a little less into the right place each time until he wasn't even touching his head anymore. It was hard to focus on that with everything else going on and eventually he found his hands on Connor's shoulders, one thumb rubbing his neck.
Feeling Jacob fall even deeper into arousal only turned Connor on more. He rolled with the increase of intensity between their mouths, and he felt a little thrill of victory when he Jacob touched him. Rules were made to be broken sometimes, and it always made him feel even more dominant when he pushed his boy into disobeying. It was a show of pure desire. And it meant he got to dole out some ‘punishment.’ Connor bit Jacob’s bottom lip a bit sharply and pulled back from the kiss slightly. “You know better,” he murmured with a smug smirk. He pulled his finger away from Jacob’s ass and gave it another sharp smack instead. “Get this ass in the bedroom, boy.”
Jacob flinched at the bite but the smack felt good. He might not have disobeyed on purpose but now he was glad he had. He gave Connor a somewhat dopey grin as he stepped back to do as he was told because that was not something he wanted to disobey, not when he wanted it as badly as Connor did - if not even more, it was hard to imagine Connor wanted him as badly as Jacob wanted him. He let his touch linger, forbidden or not, then dropped his hands to his sides and headed out of the living room with just a peek over his shoulder. It was so tempting to touch himself as he walked to the bedroom and what was a short trek at any other time felt like a way too long one now. His cock ached now that it wasn't pressed up against anything and Jacob flexed his fingers before clenching his hands in fists to keep himself from misbehaving.
Connor let Jacob get ahead of him, enjoying the view, as was his prerogative. That was his boy, after all, and he looked damn good in nothing but a collar, with that hungry look on his face. Connor followed after him once he reached the hallway, shrugging his robe off of his shoulders. He draped it over the chair in the corner, looking at Jacob with plenty of his own hunger. He walked lazily over to the drawer where he kept a lot of his toys and opened it, smirking a touch as he pulled out the handcuffs. “Since you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” he murmured, giving them a twirl on one finger. He nodded toward the bed. “Lay down on your stomach, arms over your head.” Connor’s voice dropped a bit.
Jacob made a small whining sound but that was the extent of his protest. He didn't want to be handcuffed, he wanted to touch Connor and himself and have free reign to do whatever he wanted with his hands but at the same time it was fucking hot when Connor tied him up so he wasn't entirely sure he didn't want it. He did what he was told either way, leisurely crawling up on the bed before sprawling out and getting comfortable. It was the last time for a while he had a say in his comfort level so he might as well make the most of it. Finally he rested his hands above his head, peeking over his shoulder at Connor with bedroom eyes. "Here?" he murmured, just to make sure.
Even if he wasn’t going to heed it right away, Connor took note of the whine. Maybe he wouldn’t keep Jacob tied up, but he was going to start off that way. Once Jacob settled -- a process that was very enjoyable to watch -- Connor got a knee up on the bed near his head and reached for his hands. “That’ll do,” he murmured as he snapped one cuff around Jacob’s wrist. Connor looped the short chain behind one of the bars of the headboard and then clicked the second cuff into place. “Good boy,” he purred, running his hand across Jacob’s shoulders and down his back. Connor gripped his ass for a second, then smacked it again. “Up on your elbows, suck my cock.” He moved a bit to make himself easier to reach, one set of fingers slipping into Jacob’s hair to grip.
Jacob might want to touch but he also liked that tightness around his wrists and that feeling of helplessness that came with it. He shifted forward a bit to give himself enough slack to move the way Connor wanted him to move, then turned his head to wrap his lips around Connor's cock, moaning softly at the tight grip. It was one of those things he couldn't get enough of, the taste and texture of Connor's cock as well as the feeling it gave him, serving him in that way. Sucking a cock could be a powerful thing, he'd felt the extent of that power when Connor did it for him, but it could also make him feel precious and subservient and in this moment it did. He closed his eyes as he took him deeper, pushing his hips into the mattress to get that sweet pressure against his own cock.
Connor made sure it wasn’t too much of a strain to get to his cock, even shifting the grip in his hair to help hold his head up. He drew in a slow breath through his teeth as Jacob’s mouth slid down the length of his cock. It was so slick and hot and that gentle suction sent a pleasant shiver up his spine. Jacob made a pretty picture doing it, too, the muscles standing out in his back from the position, his lashes dark against the tops of his cheeks. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Connor whispered, stroking his other hand through more of Jacob’s hair. He gripped with that one too and held the boy’s head still, rolling his hips to pump a few thrusts into his mouth on his own. With another little hiss, he let Jacob take over again, caressing his back with one hand.
The touches and the words were like an aphrodisiac for Jacob and his cock thrummed with longing, making it difficult not to buck his hips against the mattress. The muscles in his ass tensed and clenched as he gave into the temptation and he let out a muffled moan around Connor's cock. He rubbed his tongue against it, tasting the precum on his tongue when he pulled back enough, then took him deep again. It was like the best kind of meditating, his mind just white noise and arousal the longer he went on, all his focus on that cock in his mouth, on Connor's breathing and the way he touched him.
It was easy to see what he was doing with his hips, and Connor was momentarily tempted to swat him on the ass for it, but it pleased him too much. He grinned a bit above Jacob’s head, watching those tight muscles play under pale skin for a moment. The boy wasn’t going to get off humping the mattress anyway, he would only make himself hornier and more needy for Connor. Connor squeezed the back of Jacob’s neck as he slowly worked his cock in and out between those pretty lips. “Maybe I don’t even need to fuck your ass, this mouth is so good,” he murmured, though he had no intention of denying himself that pleasure. It was just fun to tease a bit. “Maybe I’ll just come down your throat and leave you here to hump the bed. How’s that sound?” Connor tugged on Jacob’s hair a bit.
He earned himself another little whine from Jacob, this one muffled. Jacob wanted to be fucked tonight, as much as he loved doing this, he had a different sort of hunger going for Connor. He suspected Connor was just teasing but there was still a small feeling of worry that he'd decide to do it anyway because that was his right, to just take his pleasure and leave Jacob hanging. He'd never done that before but there was a first time for everything and Jacob wasn't sure how he'd feel about it if he actually decided to go down that path. One some level it was kind of hot, to be used and pushed aside, ignored even, but that was a fantasy and not all fantasies felt as good when they became reality.
The tease of it was more fun to Connor than actually following through, most of the time. He did have a sadistic streak in there somewhere, but it didn’t come out to play terribly often. Connor preferred to be a generous dom and build loyalty through toe-curling pleasure. He chuckled at the whine of protest, still slow-fucking Jacob’s mouth. “Doesn’t sound like you like that idea,” he murmured. One hand slid down to cup one of Jacob’s cheek and his jaw, feeling them flex and move as he sucked Connor’s cock. After a caress or two, Connor gave that cheek a few smacks, then let go of him completely and leaned back a bit, watching his head bob and move. Connor leaned over a bit to caress and grope at Jacob’s ass. “I do so love to fill this ass up, though,” he commented idly.
Jacob moaned in a way he hoped was encouraging, opening his eyes to look up at Connor as he pulled back enough to tease the tip of his cock with his tongue. Silent begging was a skill he thought he was pretty decent at and while he didn't think he strictly needed to beg for it, it was just more fun for the both of them. He let his cock sink deep again, not closing his eyes again until he hit the back of his throat. He pushed up against Connor's hand when he caressed his ass, another encouraging move and hopefully enticing. They'd been so gentle since the fog and Jacob had admittedly needed that, but he was so ready to move on from that and let himself enjoy the darker aspects of himself without feeling guilty and scared.
All of it was encouraging, in ways that Connor didn’t strictly need but very much enjoyed. Those bedroom eyes looking up at him with that kind of desire made his balls ache and the way Jacob arched his back to lift his pert little ass up was delicious. He knew what they both wanted, of course, and he fully planned on giving it to them, the journey was just half the fun. “Fuck, but you’re such a good little cocksucker,” he breathed, roughly stroking fingers through Jacob’s hair again. It was physically tempting to stay put and just come in Jacob’s mouth, but that wasn’t the plan, so after another moment of indulgence, he pulled away and slipped off the edge of the bed to stand up again. Connor grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and then climbed back onto the mattress, behind Jacob this time, nudging the backs of his legs until he was up on his knees. Connor poured some lube into one hand and reached under his boy to wrap his slick hand around Jacob’s cock and give it a slow stroke.
Jacob slumped forward, resting his head on his bound hands, his legs tensing and trembling a bit at that touch. It felt so good, he needed it so badly, his cock twitching happily in Connor's grip, needy and desperate. He spread his legs more to give him better access, anticipating the touch he knew was coming next - that he hoped was coming next, dying to feel any part of Connor inside of him. "Please," he murmured and licked his lips, still tasting Connor on his tongue. It made him wish - and not for the first time - that he could have two of him, if only for an hour. Two Connors, one in his mouth, one in his ass. So fucking greedy he thought with faint amusement, but the thought of it heightened his arousal.
Connor loved the feel of a needy cock in his hand, and he squeezed Jacob’s tight for a few seconds before releasing him. He would have to wait for a while before he got to come, Connor didn’t want to get him too close to the edge just yet. He wanted more of those soft little pleas first, many more. He dripped some of the lube onto Jacob’s ass, letting it slide down a bit before he began to rub it in. Connor curled his other hand around his cock to toy with himself while he slipped the first finger into his boy. “Is that what you want?” he purred to Jacob. Connor pushed his hips forward enough to rub the tip of his cock against the back of Jacob’s balls.
The pressure felt good on his cock but it wasn't the kind of friction Jacob needed to get off so it both excited and frustrated him and left him wanting to buck into Connor's grip. And then it was gone and he nearly whined again until he felt that slick pressure of Connor's finger entering him. "Yeah," he moaned in reply to Connor's question. "Please." A finger wasn't nearly as good as Connor's cock but he needed the warm-up and he could feel it. He wiggled his ass a little and pushed back against Connor's hand and cock, pushing his head up to peek over his shoulder. "More, please."
Connor chuckled deep in his throat as he worked his finger in and out of Jacob’s ass, feeling the tight grip start to loosen up and relax. The way he pushed back for more was adorably slutty, and it made Connor want to tease him even more. Denial made the reward all the sweeter, didn’t it? “More already?” he murmured, amused, and slid another oiled finger into Jacob’s ass. He slow-thrusted them both, not at all surprised anymore by how Jacob’s body warmed up to the intrusion. Connor loved how receptive he was, like he was built to be Connor’s little fuck toy. “This slutty little ass is hungry, isn’t it?” he purred lovingly, slowly adding a third finger to give Jacob a good stretch. “Slutty just like the rest of you ...” As if to prove his point, Connor rubbed the tip of his cock against the back of Jacob’s where it hung down, still hard as a rock.
Jacob was surprised when he felt himself blush at the words, it felt like all his blood had rushed to his cock a while ago and he didn't expect words like that to affect him in any way anymore but apparently they did. "Just for you," he murmured, resting his head against his hands again and turning his face down to press against the cuffs. It was true though, he was a slut for everything Connor had to give him, hungry for him in ways he hadn't really thought himself capable of and while the words made him feel a little abashed, his body was putty in Connor's hands, thrumming with pleasure.
He sensed a bit of something off in Jacob’s tone, but it wasn’t a bad sort of off. Just a little shy, maybe. Connor couldn’t see his face anymore, so he wasn’t positive, but he thought he might have embarrassed Jacob a little. It made him grin, because that was both adorable and sexy. “That’s right, just for me,” he agreed, letting go of his own cock to give Jacob’s a few more firm strokes. Just to push him a little further toward his edge. The pleasant weight in Connor’s balls was starting to make him feel impatient, and Jacob’s ass felt ready for him. He drew his fingers out and got more lube on his cock, shuffling in closer on his knees to line their bodies up right. “And I’m going to fuck you like my own personal slut,” Connor murmured as he eased his way into Jacob, going torturously slow on purpose.
Jacob curled in on himself a little at that first sense of pressure. He held his breath, pushing back against Connor to let him in easier, his body positively tingling with the need slowly being met. The slow felt good, he could feel Connor's cock sink in inch by inch, stretching him out, claiming him. He was both impatient and grateful for it, letting out that breath he was holding after a few moments in a rush of air. "Thank you," he moaned a second later and bit his lip, eyes tightly shut as he focused on taking it, on relaxing enough to let Connor in.
At times like these, Connor often thought of the phrase ‘slipping into a hot bath’ and all the relief and relaxation it carried. Slipping into his boy was like that, only amplified tenfold. The pleasure as Jacob’s body accepted him inside was sharp and sweet, and he got a warning throb from his balls. If he went too fast, he could come very easily, and he wasn’t ready for that at all. Jacob’s words made him feel tingly all over, and he ran his palms down the boy’s lower back to settle his grip on Jacob’s hips to hold him in close. Connor waited for a few moments once he was fully seated, letting that first wave of pleasure die down a bit. “Fuck, that’s so good,” he breathed, not quite meaning to. Connor rolled his hips for a slow, shallow thrust, just enjoying the sliding grip around his cock.
Jacob rolled his own hips in encouragement, pushing back against him again as he balanced on that line between feeling soothed and worked up by the stimuli. He wanted more but he also wanted to enjoy it as it was for a while, his desires constantly in conflict with each other and so it was good to just give up the control and let Connor take the reins. Connor's words sounded so sincere, Jacob absolutely believed him and loved that he could make him feel that good. Maybe it didn't take much, but it still made him feel special, giving his dom that kind of pleasure.
The way Jacob moved his hips was always incredible, and Connor hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth as he held still for a moment just to feel it. He picked up the lube bottle to dribble a little more onto both of them to make sure things were slick enough. Connor gripped the boy’s hips again, moving into longer thrusts. He kept it slow for a little while, indulging in teasing the both of them with the promise of what was to come once he finally sped up. He dipped one hand down between their thighs to caress Jacob’s cock and balls some more, loving how it stayed hard and there was a string of precum leaking out. Connor gave a soft groan, and gave a sharper sort of thrust.
Jacob knew he wouldn't keep his hand there for long but he still clung to hope, his cock twitching in Connor's grip as he tried to buck into it for a little more friction. The sudden change of pace made him cry out, the sound a little muffled but still loud enough that it startled him that he'd made that sound himself. It almost made him laugh, would have if he wasn't so wound up and needy. "Fuck," he whispered instead, then moaned again, tugging on the restraints - for what purpose he wasn't even sure. He just needed and he just wanted more of it, all of it, to be lost in the sensations washing over him.
That cry made Connor’s balls throb and he gave a soft groan of his own. He could see the way the muscles rippled in Jacob’s back as he pulled at the cuffs, and it would have been mesmerizing if it wasn’t so goddamn sexy. “Fuck, indeed,” he murmured, mostly to himself. Connor drove his cock in deep and ran his touch down the curve of Jacob’s back, then back up to his ass. He flexed his hands around the taut muscle there, then smacked both palms down before he started to pump faster. He’d delayed and denied them both for long enough, Connor felt. Now he really wanted to fuck the hell out of his boy.
Jacob wanted Connor's hand on his cock again, needed it, even if he knew he could come without being touched because the way Connor was fucking him made it hard to breathe in the best of ways. He wasn't screaming but he was moaning with every hard thrust, the sound wrenched out of him, catching in his throat and coming out almost like sobs. He couldn't help but pull harder on the restraints, the primal urge to reach down and stroke himself far stronger than the logic part of his brain telling him he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tugged. "Please," he mewled every so often, but couldn't articulate just yet what he was begging for. His cock stood up hard and proud, brushing against his stomach in a way that wasn't enough and a part of him thought that maybe he could get it between his thighs somehow, press his legs together or let Connor push him down against the mattress for whatever little friction he could get.
There was something so deeply satisfying about being in that heady space where nothing mattered but the slap of bodies together and the desperate sounds his lover made. Jacob’s body clenched relentlessly around his cock, and Connor knew he could really let loose at any time and peak within seconds. He was holding off though, slowing down here and there to keep soaking in Jacob’s sweet suffering. Connor was aware that his boy’s dick was probably aching with need, just bobbing in the air with nothing to rub against. He would take care of that in a moment, but Connor wanted to drag it out a bit more. So he braced his hands against Jacob’s lower back and put pressure down, lifting himself up slightly and fucking hard and fast. “God damn,” he groaned low and breathy. “So fucking good.”
Jacob could take it, every thrust and every slap for hours if he wanted to and it was a mix of pain and pleasure that made him feel high and dazed in ways nothing else ever could. Connor's cock kept rubbing against his prostate and he knew that if he came from that alone it wouldn't be as satisfying physically but emotionally it would be more so, in a way, knowing how much it would please Connor, making him come with nothing but his cock. It was sweet torment, not knowing which he wanted more, the desperation as pleasurable as the relentless thrusts and that ache that was only getting stronger the longer Connor fucked him for. "Please," he kept saying, despite himself and finally he found the words he was looking for. "Need to come, please, please, please..." He pushed himself up off his elbows, arching his back before slumping down again, unable to pull his hands down or do much of anything but stay there and keep taking it.
Connor slowed down, giving a breathy laugh as he rolled his hips to give a few long, slow thrusts. “You need to come, huh?” he murmured, his tone vaguely amused. “Is that what you think?” He leaned down and draped against Jacob’s back, nuzzling the back of his neck as he reached around to tease his fingertips over the boy’s straining cock. “What makes you think I give a fuck what you think you need?” The words came out soft and velvety, just like the way he was still touching Jacob’s cock. Connor wanted to feel him squirm around his cock, make him whine and beg even more for release. He was apparently feeling rather sadistic tonight, and he hoped Jacob was enjoying it just as much as he was. He ground his hips into Jacob’s ass and wrapped his hand loosely around that straining cock. “This is all mine, remember? You don’t come until I say you can.”
Jacob keened softly, his thighs trembling now as his muscles pulled taut. It felt like the words were fuel on a fire that was already out of control and everything was verging on being too much too fast and yet not enough, not nearly enough. "Yes sir," he moaned and tried to swallow down the begging he still wanted to do but his body didn't feel like his own anymore and neither did his voice. "Please." It came out barely a whisper as he tried to grind into Connor's hand. "So close, please." He wasn't even sure if he was close, he just knew he was aching for Connor to grip him tighter, to give him more friction, his balls felt tight and heavy, his body felt overheated, it was perfect and horrible all at once and he wanted it to end and go on forever all at once.
“Oh no, can’t have that,” he murmured, grinning wickedly for a second as he took his hand away from the shaft of Jacob’s cock. Connor knew it was a cruel thing to do, but he was feeling cruel. He gently swiped his fingers against the tip instead, gathering up some precum, then moved them toward Jacob’s mouth. “Open up,” he said low toward his ear. Connor slipped two fingers between the boy’s lips, pushing them deep toward the back of his throat as he drove his cock into Jacob with a couple deep thrusts. “Taste how much you love getting fucked. I’ll do this all night if I want to, and you’re just gonna love it more and more.” Connor didn’t actually intend to draw it out much longer, but fuck if he didn’t love getting into his boy’s head while they were in bed together. Today especially, the control made him feel positively high. He straightened up and gripped the boy’s hips to start thrusting in earnest again.
"No," Jacob moaned when Connor let go. "No, no, please..." Was it possible to feel high on frustration and despair? He certainly felt like it was, at least on this very select type of frustration and despair. He only shut up when Connor slipped his fingers in his mouth, sucking greedily before Connor made him gag. He slumped down again when Connor straightened up and fuck if he didn't feel like crying in that moment. "I can't," he groaned, but he could and he would and Connor was right that he'd love it. He'd also hate it but that just made it better. There was a reason he wasn't using his safeword; the pain of the denial felt as good as indulgence would, just different, more intense as his insides rioted with that desperation. Connor's power over him was overwhelming and intoxicating and Jacob couldn't stop his soft sob-like series of no and please from escaping his lips.
His suffering -- or rather, his discomfort, because that was all it came down to in the end -- did wonderful things to Connor’s insides. The control was such a power trip, but such a safe one, Connor loved every second of it. Jacob’s mewling and begging was just fucking delightful, and the pressure in Connor’s balls started to get uncomfortable for him rather quickly. He milked it for another few minutes, slowing when he needed to, but not giving Jacob anything but the pounding his cute little ass deserved. Then it was suddenly time, and Connor wanted to feel Jacob come around his rock hard cock before he crossed the finish line and it became much less rock-like. “All right, boy,” he groan-growled as he snatched up the lube bottle again to get some more in his hand. “Since you’ve been asking so nicely ...” Connor grinned as he reached around Jacob’s hip to take his neglected cock in hand again. He gave it a mean squeeze, then started stroking, driving himself in deep and hard again. “Come for me,” he breathed, aware that Jacob probably couldn’t hear anything anymore, but he wanted to give verbal permission anyway.
All at once the sensation changed and Jacob lost all sense of himself for a few seconds, that underlying paranoia that when the time came he wouldn't be able to come for some reason washed away in a vortex of pleasure that was almost too much to bear. He went quiet for a moment, holding his breath as his cock pulsed and spurted in Connor's hand, making a fine mess of the sheets beneath him, his own chest and eventually Connor's hand. "Oh my god," he groaned when he found his breath again, his body shuddering as Connor's cock kept pounding against his prostate, like he wanted more out of him and was hellbent on making that happen.
Connor could feel how powerful of an orgasm it was, and he worked to keep Jacob locked in it as long as possible, his cock and his hand working in tandem to draw every shiver and moan out of his boy as he could. Connor wanted him to feel completely spent by the time it was over, emptied out and fully Connor’s to fill up again. It was a challenge to keep fucking through those strong rhythmic clenches around his cock, and not explode himself, but he managed. “That’s my boy,” he grunted with a fierce grin over Jacob’s back. “Give it all to me.” After a moment he was slightly merciful and released Jacob’s sensitive cock. Connor pushed on the back of his hips again, firmly enough this time to push him off his knees and down onto his belly on the mattress. He kept fucking him though, hands braced against Jacob’s back as his hips worked frantically, his head falling back as hot pleasure started to wind up tighter inside of him.
For Jacob the torment continued, just a different kind of bad-good. He felt physically sated so the ongoing friction started being uncomfortable and yet he liked it on some weird, primal level that craved mild pain and the heady feeling of being used. It felt good to lie down proper - or would have if he could actually relax, but he really couldn't, curled up as much as he could in his current position, muscles still tense and that urge to keep pulling on the restraints overwhelming - as if he could actually break the bedpost if he tried hard enough. It almost hurt, yes, but it also felt so good and he squirmed underneath Connor, sobbing soft moans against the leather cuffs as each thrust pressed his sensitive cock against the sheets.
Connor was able to hold back for a little while and just indulge in relentlessly fucking his boy. It felt so damn good, but being immersed in actually doing it was even better, so he held on as long as he could. Jacob was making such pretty noises and his back was straining under Connor’s hands and he knew the continued pounding had to be uncomfortable but he was taking it and loving it because that was what Connor wanted ... It suddenly became too much, the pleasure spiking in Connor, and he let out some strained sounds as his movements got more unsteady and his cock swelled inside of Jacob. He thrust in deep and held there as he came hard, shuddering and groaning, filling his boy up and loving every second of it. Once he’d peaked and was coming down again, Connor braced his hands on the bed at Jacob’s sides to take the pressure off his back as he worked to catch his breath again. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he whispered after a moment, then bent down to kiss Jacob’s back.
Jacob thought he could take the worst abuse ever from Connor and still be happy afterward if he just got that sort of praise and it was probably unhealthy as hell but god, that rush of emotions he felt when Connor spoke again was like nothing else. "So... so are you," he groaned, his body finally relaxing aside from the occasional twitch of his muscles and the need to clench and let go again. Connor was still hard inside him and now that he wasn't moving it just felt good, filling, like he belonged there. Jacob didn't want him to pull out just yet, even if he felt a little chilled now after sweating and squirming for so long, he just wanted Connor to drape himself over him and crush him into the bed for a few minutes until his head cleared again. He craned his neck to try to look at him, eyes and lips only half parted. "Kiss me?" he whispered, raising his hips an inch, just to push up against him, to show him how much he loved still having him inside.
Connor’s cock was still sensitive and twitching, and the way Jacob pushed back at him sent little shivers of extra pleasure up his spine. He hummed deep in his throat and bent down closer, his weight on Jacob’s ass and lower back again. He slipped one hand under Jacob’s jaw to help turn his head as he gave him what he wanted and kissed him. Connor lingered in it, slow and full of feeling. This was exactly what he’d wanted when he invited Jacob to live with him -- a partner to come home to, to fulfill their mutual needs, to care about and refocus him away from work and all the sadness that went on there. Connor wasn’t an unrealistic man, he knew nothing stayed perfect, but so far Jacob had brought nothing but goodness into his life. After a long moment, he broke the kiss off to press a few more soft smooches against the boy’s face, then gingerly pushed himself up and off of the boy. Connor pulled out and reached for the handcuff key, settling on his side next to Jacob as he finally unlocked his wrists. “Shoulders okay?” he murmured, rubbing at one of them.
"Yeah," Jacob murmured, closing his eyes as he revelled in the feel of it but then he opened his eyes again and reached for Connor, pulling him in for a quick kiss. It was not a terribly submissive thing to do, but he was overcome with the need for it and his grin was a little sheepish when he pulled back, knowing he'd probably overstepped a boundary. Somehow he didn't think Connor cared right now, it was a spontaneous act of love and if he wanted to punish him for it later it would be more out of fun than actual resentment. "That was crazy," he said softly, but the word wasn't right. It had been overwhelming, amazing, almost too much, perfect, all the things. He didn't think there was a word for whatever he was feeling and if there was - well, he was an artist, not a writer. "Thank you," he added in a whisper, shifting his weight to lean in closer to Connor.
Connor definitely didn’t mind the kiss, and his smile when Jacob pulled back said as much. Post-sex was always a relaxed time -- it ought to be, at least -- and he didn’t care so much about his own rules. Especially the affectionate ones. He lifted one brow at Jacob’s scant description, then chuckled softly as he shifted his position to wrap both arms around Jacob and pull him in close. Connor draped his leg over the boy’s calves and settled in comfortably. He considered cuddling to be essential aftercare. “Good crazy, I hope,” he murmured as he nuzzled his nose against Jacob’s forehead. It was damp with sweat and hair tickled his brow, but he didn’t care.