Jacob Keller (bodyonthetracks) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-04-23 01:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, connor, connor x jacob, jacob |
Who: Jacob and Connor
When: night, Saturday, Jan 20th
Where: home
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
After their little rendezvous in the country club restroom, Connor was more than eager to get Jacob home. He didn’t rush the rest of the evening though, giving his boy time to collect himself and join him at table five, as agreed. Connor had a bottle of water waiting for him and one for himself. Jacob needed to re-hydrate, after all. The ruined orgasm didn’t seem to have dampened the vibe any, and Connor ate up every heavy-lidded look and subtle touch they exchanged until they were both beyond ready to go. Connor gave Jacob’s ass a squeeze as they got their coats back on in the foyer and murmured another promise that he had plenty planned for Jacob once they got home.
It wasn’t entirely true, Connor didn’t have anything devious in mind, but he enjoyed putting the idea into his sub’s brain. His instincts and ability to improvise in the bedroom had rarely steered him wrong, he was sure he could entertain the both of them once they got there. The car ride seemed to take two seconds and far too long at the same time with Connor’s hand on Jacob’s crotch to get him teased up again before they walked through the door at Seaview.
With the door locked behind them and coats shed, Connor pulled Jacob in close by his suit jacket, a little smile toying with his lips. “Did you have fun?” he murmured, dipping his face in to nuzzle and kiss a bit against Jacob’s neck.
"Yes," Jacob whispered, the word coming out like a little hiss as he closed his eyes and enjoyed Connor's lips against that very sensitive spot below his ear. He hadn't expected to have fun but it hadn't been as stuffy as he'd imagined, he'd gotten to meet some of Connor's co-workers and most of all, Connor had done 'terrible' things to him that still had his body buzzing. He was a little drunk and despite the cold outside, everything felt pleasantly warm and nice.
"I'll go anywhere with you," he murmured, and it was a significant promise he intended to keep. "Do anything you want." He slipped his fingers under Connor's vest, caressing his sides through the fine fabric of his shirt but didn't attempt to remove it just yet. They were barely through the door and they had time. A part of Jacob also liked it when Connor was dressed up like this, that tactile feeling of his vest against his skin invoking something in him he couldn't quite describe.
Connor knew his boy had been nervous about it, but it had turned into a fine evening for the both of them. Even if they hadn’t made their own fun in the restroom, the party had been nicely put together, and he’d even won a bit of money for the hospital charity, so it was all around successful. All of that mundane shit paled in comparison to this, but that was okay too. Connor liked how Jacob’s exploring fingers felt, even through his clothes, and he thought he might keep at least some of them on for a while. One of his hands came up to cup the back of Jacob’s neck as he nipped lightly at his skin. He still smelled wonderful, like cologne but also like sex, at least to Connor. “Right now I want you in the bedroom,” he murmured, nuzzling at the shell of Jacob’s ear. He let go of Jacob’s neck so he could start undressing him, slipping his hands under Jacob’s suit jacket to push it off of his shoulders. Connor pulled back enough to look at him. “You’ve kept me horny all damn night.”
"I am not the one at fault here," Jacob protested, feigning insult though he didn't even try to keep the smile off his face to make it believable. "You did this to yourself." It was true, sure, he'd offered to take care of Connor hours ago but this was so much better. This way they'd had something to look forward to and Jacob had felt on edge all night. He'd had an orgasm already, but it hadn't been satisfying physically and he was raring to go again. He let his jacket slip down his arms, but not all the way off because - horny or not - that jacket was too damn nice to let it just drop on the floor.
Jacob was completely correct, of course, but Connor wasn’t going to admit to it out loud. His smirk said enough. He’d had a great time being horny as fuck, loving the way everything was slightly tense and throbby. And now they were home, so all of that tension could actually go somewhere. Ignoring the fact that Jacob’s jacket didn’t come all the way off, Connor started to unbutton his shirt, pausing halfway down to pull it out of his pants. “Don’t act like you didn’t ask for it,” he murmured, the corners of his mouth still turned up. Jacob was starting to look disheveled like he had in the restroom, and it was definitely a turn on. “I could see how much you wanted my cock, out there in public.” He tsked a little, then grinned.
"Just between you and me," Jacob said in a near whisper, leaning a little closer to Connor. "I always want your cock, out in public, in private, anywhere." He watched him with heavy-lidded eyes and saying those words was as powerful of a turn on as the way Connor was stripping him. "I'd drop to my knees right here if you asked me." He wasn't exactly telling Connor something he didn't know, it was just hot to remind him - to remind himself too. He'd thought about Connor's cock all night and at times it had been difficult to focus on being social and polite to people talking to him. The alcohol just made it all the more intense, he felt flushed and squirmy already and Connor had barely started touching him.
What he was saying wasn’t what Connor would call a secret, but he loved the confessional tone of it, and the hazy look in Jacob’s eyes. And it was always nice to be reminded that his boy was as hungry for him as the other way around. Connor thought of him all the time over the course of a work day, often inconveniently hot thoughts at the wrong times. Once all of the buttons were undone, Connor pulled Jacob’s shirt apart a bit roughly and down over his shoulders where it bunched with the suit jacket. He stroked his hands up over his boy’s exposed chest and neck, then toyed with one nipple while he hooked two other fingers into the ring in Jacob’s collar. “Drop to your knees then,” he said, his voice husky and low. It was more of a command than a request.
Connor was rarely truly rough with him but damn if it didn't go straight to Jacob's cock when he was. He had wanted to do this in a public bathroom so Connor's hallway was nothing in comparison, but it still felt delicious dirty to sink to his knees there, barely in through the door, nowhere near their bed. He gazed up at him once he was down, tilting his head against Connor's hand. His own arms were partially immobilized by his clothes, nothing he couldn't get out of but it still served as another reminder of the hold Connor had on him. There was no hesitation there either, Connor told him what to do and doing it came naturally, especially when he used that voice, like an aphrodisiac tailor made for Jacob.
The instant obedience was always sexy as fuck, along with the way Jacob hardly broke eye contact to do it. Connor kept his fingers curled in the ring, his thumb brushing against Jacob’s jaw when he nuzzled in. He looked so good down there, pretty and rumpled and partially stripped, Connor kept staring down at him as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with his free hand. His cock was already mostly hard when he freed it, eager to get the attention he’d denied it earlier in the evening. Maybe it was all the buildup of the night, or the alcohol, but something was making Connor want to be rougher now. He would’ve had to hold back in the country club restroom, but everything was fair game at home. “You know what to do,” he murmured, tugging hard on Jacob’s collar to pull him in closer.
Jacob did know what to do and he needed no more encouragement than those words and Connor's tug on him, he barely needed that either but it still felt good and he opened his mouth and let Connor's thick cock slip between his lips. His own cock throbbed in reply, hard and straining against his clothes, making him want to grind against something - anything - for that much needed friction. He focused on Connor instead, humming contently as he took him deeper, loving the taste of him and the familiar weight on his tongue. He could taste precum at the tip too and that evidence of Connor's arousal for him just spurred him on and made him feel greedy.
God, that mouth was so good. Jacob was so good with it, rather. It helped that he so obviously loved sucking Connor’s cock; enthusiasm was everything. Connor let him go at his own pace for a moment, just relishing the feeling of sinking into a hot wet orifice. He gave a few slow rolls of his hips, the feel of Jacob’s tongue dragging against the sensitive underside of his cock sending sharp pleasure up his spine. It didn’t take long before that didn’t feel like enough, however. Connor released Jacob’s collar to slip his fingers into his boy’s hair instead, curling them to get a good grip. With a heavier sighed breath, he started moving Jacob’s head up and down his length, speeding him up a bit and flexing that complete control over him.
Jacob knew how to relax his throat and take it so that was what he did, even as he felt that sharp feeling of a 'drop' in his stomach, his mind dragged deeper into subspace as Connor used him. Relaxed or not, he still gagged when Connor pushed in deep and before long his lips and lashes felt wet. He spread his legs a bit for better balance but didn't try to push back or pull away, even if that tension in his body was hard to ignore, the jacket like restraints on his arms, emphasizing the feeling of being completely under Connor's control.
Connor felt like he could sense it when Jacob slipped into subspace -- there was a tiny shift in the vibe, a subtle relaxation. His mouth and throat felt sweetly submissive around Connor’s cock, accepting every deep thrust even when it made him gag. Those contractions were like icing on the cake. “Fuck, that’s so good,” he whispered, staring down at his boy. Connor gave a few quick, deep thrusts, then eased off and slowed down again. A tear slipped down Jacob’s cheek, and Connor’s cock jumped a bit against his tongue. He pulled out of the boy’s mouth and took hold of the base of his cock to tap it against Jacob’s cheek, inhaling through his teeth. Connor pulled his head back by the hair and bent over to kiss him hungrily, reveling in how slick and fucked his mouth was.
Jacob craned up to meet him, fingers itching to touch but his hands were still partially immobilized and he was in no real rush to start peeling off that jacket and shirt. There was a shift in the mood between them and he could feel it as stark as he could feel the temperature difference between here and outside. It took him to a somewhat pained place but it was a place he loved visiting so every little move Connor made - and every little sound - was like a drug, sending him spiralling deeper, begging for more.
The pressure in Connor’s balls relaxed a bit without direct stimulation, and he pulled off of Jacob’s mouth after a moment. He wanted to make this last, which was hard when his boy was so fucking good what he did. What Connor ‘made’ him do. There was absolutely no resistance showing on that beautiful face of his. Connor rubbed the tip of his cock against Jacob’s lips again and wiped the tears with one thumb and a tiny quirk of a smile. A beautiful sub he loved, taking all that physical discomfort on for his pleasure, what was hotter than that? Connor slipped just the head between his lips a few times, teasing them both for a moment before he pushed in deeper and started fucking Jacob’s mouth once more. “There’s a good boy,” he murmured, fingers still tight in his hair.
By now Connor had to know the effect those words had on Jacob and coupled with the rough treatment they were simply more intense. He moaned around Connor's cock, wanting more of this and yet he wanted to stop too, strip Connor down, wrap himself around him until he could barely tell his own body from Connor's. He felt dizzy, the alcohol catching up with him in the heat of the house and the lack of air as Connor pushed in deep. He wobbled a little, moaned again and looked up with wet, pleading eyes. He wasn't even sure what he was begging for, something else, something more and yet he fucking loved every second of this.
Connor was very aware of everything he was doing, which was how he liked to operate. How he needed to operate, in times like these. He could feel the push of animal instinct in his brain, urging him to not care about that pleading look in Jacob’s eyes, to just thrust and fuck with abandon until he got relief. Connor wasn’t afraid of that push -- he honestly liked feeling it and keeping a leash on it. It made him feel supremely in control, and that was what he got off on in the first place. Connor didn’t pull out right away, just stared down into Jacob’s eyes as he gagged him again. He did want to play with his boy some more however, so Connor pulled back and away, giving Jacob’s cheek a sharp little pat. “Get up,” he said. “Get in the bedroom. You’ve been a thirsty slut all night, so I’m gonna fuck you raw.”
It always tickled Jacob how his favorite things could sound like a promise of bliss and a threat of punishment at the same time. It was in Connor's voice, the choice of words only second to that raspy command and Jacob was so hooked on the sound of it. He could never deny it either, he'd been a thirsty slut all night, for Connor even longer. Getting to his feet was not as easy as he wanted it to be, not in his current position and condition, and he staggered a bit as he found his footing. He leaned in closer to Connor as if about to kiss him, but stopped inches from his face, staring at his lips hungrily. "No clothes in the bedroom?"
He didn’t want to help him up, the struggle was part of the fun, but Connor did reach out a steadying hand to make sure Jacob didn’t fall. He didn’t pull back as Jacob’s face came in close, and the way he came up short made Connor smirk ever so slightly. “You know the rules,” he murmured in answer. His dark gaze ticked down to Jacob’s bare chest and then back up to his eyes. “But I’ll make an exception.” He looked so good like that, Connor wanted to finish tearing his clothes off personally, and maybe not even get them all the way off. He pictured Jacob bent over the bed with his pants around his knees and his arms still bound up in his jacket, ripe for the taking. Connor reached around to grab hold of the cloth holding Jacob captive and turned him to get him walking, escorting him to the bedroom himself.
Jacob laughed, not because an exception was funny but because he had a sudden jolt of nerves. A happy jolt, but still. He appreciated the firm hold Connor had on him, feeling like his legs wouldn't fully support him if he didn't have something there to steady him. The jacket and shirt were a bit like bondage, he had to admit, and he wondered if that was what Connor was thinking about and if he enjoyed it as much as he did. There were limitations he didn't fully enjoy about being tied up, like wanting to wipe his face and rub his eyes and being unable to, but under the circumstances it was just kind of hot to feel sticky with wet lashes.
Connor didn’t mind breaking his own rules sometimes, when it was in service to his own desires. And right then fucking Jacob with most of their clothes still on was what he desired. It was like fucking him in a public restroom, only with less risk and more convenient lube. He got Jacob into the bedroom without tripping them up, thankfully, and walked him up to the side of the bed. There, Connor kissed him possessively again, his hands finding the buttons on Jacob’s dress pants. It didn’t take him long to undo them and pull his fly open, then dip his fingers under cloth to pull his erection free. “That first one wasn’t enough for you, was it?” he murmured as he glided his hand over the hot skin of Jacob’s cock. “You want more, don’t you?”
"Uh-huh," Jacob murmured needily and bit his tongue on telling him he needed a proper one this time. Demanding was not a good look, he just had to trust that Connor wasn't feeling overly sadistic tonight. "Please," he added in a whisper and fuck, he was so hard and Connor's hand felt so good on his cock but he also really, really wanted to get off his feet. "Want you," he all but purred, leaning in again, just barely keeping himself from brushing his lips against Connor's face, despite feeling drawn to him. It was somewhat surprising that he had any self-restraint at the moment, everything felt a little hazy and he felt nicely careless and warm, putty in Connor's hands.
Jacob didn’t have to demand it -- Connor knew perfectly well what he wanted. He’d ruined the first orgasm very much on purpose, for the exact effect he was getting now. Jacob’s cock was smooth and thick against his fingers, and Connor rubbed it against his own erection, letting out a soft hum at the feeling. He viscerally appreciated Jacob’s restraint. The boy knew his place, and that always turned Connor on something fierce. He wanted to, but Connor didn’t kiss him, just to tease them both some more. Instead, he grabbed Jacob by the hips to turn him around and smacked his ass through his pants. “Up on your knees on the bed,” he instructed, stepping to the side to grab the lube out of the bedside drawer.
It wasn't the first time Jacob was grateful the bed wasn't uncomfortably tall. His balance wasn't great at the moment and his attempt to get settled wasn't particularly graceful, making him laugh as he nearly face-planted on the bed. He found some semblance of balance by spreading his legs and without thinking about it started tugging at the jacket to get it off which he might not have done if that whole crawling experiment had gone better. It didn't go smoothly either, without loosening the cuff links of his shirt he was not about to get it off so it was more of a fumble than anything.
Even the awkwardness of it was hot to Connor, because Jacob looked so helpless trying to climb up there while he was so bound up. The laugh made him smile a bit as he moved back into place behind his boy. Connor saw him squirming in his jacket like he wanted out of it, and he reached out to twist a hand up firmly in the fine material. “Uh uh,” he chided as he tugged on Jacob’s arms a bit. “Didn’t say you could do that.” Connor let go to smack Jacob on the ass before he yanked his pants and boxers down as far as they would go with his legs spread like they were. He gave him another slap on that pretty bare skin before caressing it with an approving hum. Connor dribbled some lube down into the crack of Jacob’s ass and rubbed it against his hole while the other hand got some onto his cock. “You wanna get fucked like a hungry slut, you stay in your clothes.”
Jacob stopped trying as soon as Connor stopped him, attempting to relax his arms even if his whole body felt tightly strung. The words sending another heavy rush of pleasure straight to his balls and yes, he did want to get fucked like a hungry slut, dirty and messy and rough. "Shit," he whispered when for a brief moment it all became overwhelming, the sensations, his arousal, Connor's words, the cool liquid against his skin. The room was swaying a little too and he felt heady with it all, like the air was too thick. That did not mean he wanted to stop, hungry - like Connor said - and desperate for it. This was what he'd wanted in that bathroom, for Connor to just yank his clothes off and take him right there. In reality it would have been far more awkward and dangerous but the thought made him all hot and bothered, thinking about the footsteps outside their stall, the people drinking right outside the bathroom, clueless as to what was going on inside.
Being practical-minded was occasionally annoying when so much of him did want to run those kinds of risks, but this was better in the bigger picture. Maybe someday he would fuck Jacob in a public restroom, but he wanted to be a little more prepared for it. He was more than ready now, though, and Connor shifted in closer to rub the head of his cock against Jacob’s ass and the back of his balls. His skin was so hot and Connor loved the way he twitched and clenched at the contact. This round was going to be fucking amazing for both of them. Connor lined his tip up and pushed his hips forward. He eased the head of his cock into Jacob, giving a soft grunt as all that hot pressure surrounded him, and moved his hands to grip Jacob’s hips. “Fuck, that feels good,” he whispered. “Take this cock, baby ...” He didn’t waste time, pulling Jacob back toward him as he thrust smoothly into him, hopefully not fast enough to hurt bad but not exactly slow either.
Jacob let out a guttural moan that sounded almost pained but the thrust was perfect, filling him up and stretching him out in the best of ways. He was used to taking Connor’s cock now so that helped but it still felt like it teetered on the verge of too much with so little foreplay. It did feel like his body was made for this, made for Connor to possess and use as he saw fit and Jacob's arousal only grew as that stray thought grew and reeled in his brain. It felt like he'd been waiting for this moment forever, like the party had been ages ago, faded in memory and unimportant, this was what he'd been waiting for all night. "Oh god, please," he moaned, not sure what he was asking for when he was getting exactly what he wanted already. More? Connor's hand on his cock. He could wait a little longer for that, everything felt perfect right now.
The way Jacob reacted to it was always as sweet as the first thrust, and a throb of extra intense pleasure ran through Connor’s core. He’d gotten so good at taking it with little warmup, but there had been none this time, and just thinking about making Jacob hurt a bit with his dick was sexier than the dignified parts of him wanted to admit. Tonight wasn’t the night for being dignified though, not anymore. He was balls deep in his boy and Connor was going to take everything he’d been wanting all night too. The soft senseless plea gave him another throb, and Connor started to thrust. The first few were easy enough, his body working Jacob’s like he’d learned to do until he felt Jacob’s ass relax a little more. Then Connor ramped up his pace quickly, holding tight to Jacob’s hips to keep him upright and in place. The pleasure was immediately intense, and Connor hissed a few curses through his teeth as he really started to fuck his boy.
Jacob was keening quietly, eyes closed as he rocked forward with each thrust, his hands finding Connor's to grasp his wrists in some search for balance; it was the only thing he could grab onto with his limited movement. The pleasure was ramping up fast, he'd been on edge for so long, everything already felt sensitive and throbbing and Connor's cock was pressing inside him so deep, rubbing against his prostate so good. He slumped forward a little, long bangs falling in his eyes and sticking to his forehead. All he could say was please now, like that was the only word left in his vocabulary at the moment, just please, please, please, dying out in soft, breathy moans.
Those soft sounds he was making were making Connor ache as always, and the way Jacob clung to his wrists was just delightful. He was all Connor’s, body and mind and soul, and he loved feeling that so much. Warning pressure throbbing in his balls, Connor slowed down for a moment, dragging in a deep breath that came out as a groan. “Fuck, that’s tight,” he whispered. Connor pulled one hand free of Jacob’s to rub it over his ass and down the back of his thigh, slipping his fingers into the back waistband of his pants. Then he moved the other one to grip the bunched up coat and shirt stretched between Jacob’s arms. Holding onto him just by his clothes, Connor gave a few long slow rolls of his hips, moaning as the waves of pleasure licked up his spine. “You’re such a good boy, god that feels so fucking good,” he breathed.
Jacob was effectively lost to the sensation, his body in some strange limbo of feeling limp and tense, trembling as Connor moved within him and pulled at his clothes. "Please touch me," he moaned after a little while, his cock feeling so neglected, straining to find something to rub up against but there was nothing there, not even the mattress to hump. He had the fleeting thought that he could come without Connor's hand on his cock but he just didn't want to, not tonight, craving something more satisfying than that ruined orgasm from earlier. He felt like he'd earned it and he felt almost like whining at the thought of doing that again. "Please," he breathed, squirming back against Connor, but not really attempting anything else.
“When I’m ready,” Connor answered, his voice husky. He kept up the slow pace for a few more thrusts, feeling like he would be ready in the next couple of seconds, but he couldn’t give Jacob everything he asked for right away, could he? Connor knew exactly where his boy needed to be touched, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was making another mess in Connor’s hand. Just thinking about feeling Jacob’s cock jump and pulse earlier in the evening, dying for more friction, ramped Connor’s current pleasure up even more. He’d wanted to fuck him in that stall, in a position much like this one. With another soft curse, Connor reached a hand around Jacob’s hip a couple moments later to take hold of his cock. It was rock hard and overheated, urging Connor to pick up the pace of his thrusts again as he began to stroke.
Jacob felt like he should have seen that coming, the tortuous wait, the teasing. His moaning became a little more pained and needy until Connor finally relented - or at least that was what it felt like to him. His desperation was replaced with gratitutes because fuck, Connor's hand felt like magic around his cock, like it was everything he'd ever needed or would ever need. There was a faint idea somewhere far in the back of his mind that he should ask for permission before coming but he was too far gone to think that through, let alone articulate it. Instead he let the pleasure carry him right over that edge, moaning loudly as he twitched and jerked in Connor's grip, completely lost in the sensation.
Connor didn’t expect verbal permission tonight, aware that he’d pushed Jacob to his limit. Or at least very close to it. He knew what he was doing. He’d been right that it didn’t take long, and the way Jacob’s body clenched and throbbed around him felt deliciously perfect. Connor’d been on edge most of the night himself, even though he’d been spared a ruined orgasm. But the teasing had been intense enough that the sensation of Jacob coming on his cock sent him flying. He thrust into his boy quick and hard and rough, an extended groan coming out of him as he fucked through Jacob’s climax and straight into his own. His spine shuddered and the thrusts got more jerky as his cock swelled and spilled into his boy, letting out a deep cry. Connor only slowed down when he couldn’t take the intense sensations anymore, and he finally pushed in deep and stopped, fighting to catch his breath.
Jacob found some strength from somewhere deep in the core of his being to straighten up, only so he could lean back against Connor. He felt utterly spent and sleepy now, like the last of his energy had gone away with his ejaculation. He focused on catching his breath, eyes closed and lips parted as he huffed softly. The thought of getting his clothes off and somehow getting comfortable seemed about as doable as climbing a mountain at the moment and he tried not to think that 'far' ahead, focusing on the way Connor felt against him, still inside him, like he belonged there.
He didn’t hesitate to slip a supporting arm around Jacob to hold him upright against him. The change in angle on his sensitive cock gave Connor a shiver. He kissed the side of Jacob’s face and neck, giving a low satisfied hum. That had definitely been worth the wait for him, and he hoped his boy felt the same way. “You are amazing,” he murmured near Jacob’s ear, giving him a gentle squeeze. Connor kissed the spot below his ear one more time, then let Jacob go and leaned back a little. “Lemme get you out of this ...” He started working on getting Jacob’s hands and arms free, though it unfortunately became necessary to pull out of him to get it done. Connor stepped back and shook out the jacket, thinking with a bit of amusement it would have to be dry cleaned to get all the wrinkles out of it.
As soon as his arms were free, Jacob shuffled forward and flopped down on the bed where he started wiggling out of his pants and underwear. "Oh my god," he whispered. "I am so dead." He let out a little laugh, then watched Connor with a sleepy smile, one hand idly moving to stroke his sensitive cock. He'd definitely had too much to drink and he could feel how he was out of line in some ways and utterly useless in others. Thankfully Connor didn't seem put off by it so Jacob indulged this once. He wasn't helping, he wasn't promising to change the sheets tomorrow, he was just lounging and letting himself drift while he watched his man standing there, looking stupidly hot. "You know you're way too good for me," he murmured, though he didn't sound unhappy about it, more amazed that he'd landed Connor in the first place. He still maintained that it was the small town thing, the lack of options and if Connor had gotten attached, that was just luck. It was an old pattern of thinking, one that he fell into too easily, but tonight it didn't particularly bother him or stress him out. He just felt kind of blessed.
Connor was happy to let Jacob lounge and enjoy the afterglow. He’d certainly earned it. Once he’d draped the boy’s jacket over the chair in his room to deal with later, he started peeling his own clothes off. He’d sweated in them with all the exertion, and now his skin just wanted to breathe. He looked over at Jacob sprawled out on the bed and chuckled. “I know nothing of the kind,” he told him. Connor stripped off the rest of his clothes with a bit of relief, and dumped them into the laundry hamper, then ambled back over to the bed. He picked up Jacob’s discarded pants and underwear, and tossed them into the hamper as well. “I know we complement each other very well, and eventually you’ll recognize you’re half of the equation too.” He crawled up onto the mattress to stretch out on his side next to Jacob, letting out a soft grunt. It was nice to be off his feet, it had been a long night, if a good one. He kissed Jacob’s shoulder, hand coming to rest on his chest. “Good night?” he asked softly, with a little smile.
Jacob enjoyed the view, however blurry it might be in his current state, but he was far happier when Connor stretched out next to him. He got more comfortable, a little sluggishly, and brushed his fingers against Connor's arm lovingly. Some part of his brain was trying to come up with a smart answer to do with math and equations but he gave up pretty fast. He wasn't good at math even when he was clear headed and sober. "You make me happy," he murmured, feeling like Connor was also better at the whole complimenting thing in general but it came more naturally, telling Jacob he was a good boy while he fucked him? Yeah, Jacob was a sucker for it but he never had the first clue how to tell Connor how much he adored him without feeling like he was sucking up to him or being needy somehow. "Good night," he added, smiling too as if he could hear Connor's smile in his voice, even if he wasn't looking at him.
Connor pressed his lips to Jacob’s temple, that smile lingering on his lips. “You make me happy too,” he murmured near his ear, arm wrapping further around him. It was always a vulnerable thing to admit, especially in a relationship this young -- and age-skewed -- but it felt more and more right to Connor all the time. Especially after all that chaos in the fog, he’d realized he didn’t have time to waste on appearances or playing things safe. He’d truly come to feel for Jacob, and he didn’t see the sense anymore in trying to keep those feelings hidden. Life was too short and love was too precious. He tucked his face in close to Jacob’s neck, chin on his shoulder, and let his eyes slip closed, just breathing him in. They both needed to clean up and actually go to bed, but Connor didn’t want to move quite yet.
Jacob didn't care about any of the things they needed to do. He just wanted to cling to Connor and sleep. He could be a good boy tomorrow and clean up some of the mess but he felt boneless now and happily so. There were heavier words right there on the tip of his tongue, words he'd said before in a highly emotional state of mind but he didn't want to be careless with them again. So he tried to radiate them at Connor instead, make him feel the warmth of them without actually tripping up and saying them out loud. His thoughts were getting sluggish and faint even as he fought to stay awake, wanting to say something more, to really let Connor know just how happy he made him but it also didn't feel necessary. Connor was close, holding onto him, the smell of his cologne and the heat of his breath making Jacob feel grounded and safe.