Connor Ford (docford) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-09-22 12:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | #april 2018, connor, connor x jacob, jacob |
Who: Connor & Jacob
Where: their new home on Winthrop Dr
When: April 17th
Status: complete
Warnings: NSFW
Jacob loved the new house. It had passed its first test with honors, where he could spend the night alone there without feeling afraid and the unexpected second test only hammered it home that he felt good there. The electricity had gone out earlier that evening, not just the house but on the whole block it seemed and talking to Connor and Jocelyn verified that it was out in most of town. It wasn't strange considering the storm raging outside and by all rights Jacob should have been terrified. He was relieved to find that he wasn't, instead he felt calm once he'd set up all the candles and flashlights on his desk, listening to music on his phone and using the time to draw since he wasn't going to be able to do anything on his computer.
It should have been scary, the weather was raging out there but the house felt sturdy and there were people around that Jacob had actually met by now. A family of five next door and a sweeter older couple two doors down. He didn't know them well but they'd been friendly and seemed happy to have a doctor on the street. It just felt like a home, more than any place Jacob had lived in a while, and better yet, it was so far from the tunnel that Jacob could physically feel the relief that gave him.
He only got nervous when Connor called to let him know he was on his way home because driving in that weather didn't seem ideal. It was strange feeling the urge to ask him to stay at the hospital, Jacob was so used to needing him home overnight and that spoke volumes about his comfort in their new home. Instead he reminded Connor to be safe and took the candles to the living room to watch for the car outside, not truly relaxing until he saw the headlights move up to the house.
He met Connor in the doorway with a flashlight in his hand, ushering him inside. "You're soaked," he murmured with a little grin and wasted no time in unbuttoning Connor's wet coat to get it off him.
In spite of the rough weather of that particular night, Connor was feeling optimistic about life in general lately. He and Jacob had settled nicely into the new house, his boy seemed to feel safe and content there, his job was still going well, and they were mid-spring, so there were more beautiful days with perfect weather than not. Something in the air just seemed more settled and peaceful somehow, though Connor was chalking it up to his home life and the turn of the season.
It had been kind of a rough evening at the hospital however, due to the storm. They’d lost power, and had a couple of car accident victims come through the ER. The generators had kicked on, of course, but it was always difficult working with lowered electricity. Fortunately nothing serious had happened by the time Connor’s shift was over, and he was more than happy to go home, even if it had taken him a lot of extra time through the torrential downpour. But he was at home at last and Jacob was a lovely sight, even in the weird shadows cast by the flashlight.
“Everything is soaked,” Connor answered, giving a soft chuckle as he shrugged out of the coat. “It’s damn good to be home, whew.” He leaned in to grab a quick kiss from Jacob before he bent to untie his wet shoes and pull them off. “Guess the power’s been out this whole time, yeah?”
"Yeah, it's been out for probably three hours or so," Jacob replied, helpfully providing some light for Connor to see by though he stayed back so as to not get his feet wet now that Connor was inside and dripping all over the floor. He even curled his toes a little without thinking about it, preemptive protective measure. Wet socks were nasty. "I haven't touched the fridge, I'm hoping if we just keep it closed enough nothing will spoil in case this goes on all night." He backed up when Connor got his shoes off, giving him more space until the most soaked of his clothes were off. "I'll get you a towel," he murmured and looked Connor up and down while trying not to outright shine the light at his face. He looked cute like this, hair sticking to his face and his cheeks a bit ruddy from the wind. "I've got a lot of candles going in the living room, it's cozy."
The bottoms of Connor’s pants were soaked, so he took those off too where he was standing, draping them over an arm to carry to the hamper. “It’s okay, I’m gonna go change real quick, I’ll dry off in the bedroom ... you didn’t make a fire?” Connor gave a little grin and kissed Jacob’s temple as he started toward the living room and the stairs. There was a nice dim glow from all the candles, but he thought having a fire in the fireplace would make it downright perfect. It wasn’t exactly freezing outside, but nothing seemed nicer in a storm than a warm hearth. “I’ll get it started when I come back down. Lemme borrow this ...” He took the flashlight from Jacob, smooched him again, then headed up the stairs to get some clean clothes on and dry his hair off.
"I wasn't cold," Jacob replied with a little shrug and he'd been too preoccupied with drawing to really think of the fireplace. Maybe a part of him liked watching Connor do it, he always looked so confident and sexy when he crouched by the fireplace and got it all set up - like he really enjoyed doing it too. "Do you want me to start it up?" he called after him, pulling a face to himself as he hoped Connor would say he wanted to do it. It wasn't that Jacob didn't like starting a fire, it was just one of those things Connor did that made him feel cared for. It was definitely one of those things he'd have to make sure Connor didn't want him to do though, since he was well aware Connor liked to feel cared for too and Jacob actually liked caring for him. There was just a balance there he wanted to keep.
“I got it, be right down,” Connor called back, grinning a bit to himself. He happened to like getting the fire going himself. Not that Jacob was bad at it or anything, it just felt like one of those things that Connor ought to do for them. It was probably silly sexist nonsense on his part, but that didn’t take away how satisfying it was. Connor got into some comfortable, dry clothes, then went to the bathroom to rinse his face off and dry it and his hair. The house was extra quiet without the hum of electronics that provided the soft soundtrack of modern life, but nothing about it felt creepy. Connor still got good vibes from the place, which had been an incredible relief. Once he was comfortable and warmed up again, Connor went back down the steps to find Jacob in the living room. He went to squat in front of the fireplace and started getting it ready to light. “Been feeling okay tonight?” he asked his boy, glancing over at him.
So maybe a big part of it was just that Jacob enjoyed watching Connor squat, it was a pleasure to watch him and he felt pretty pampered where he curled up on the couch and watched his dom in the warm light from the candles. He felt pretty close to happy, despite everything, and it was purely because of Connor. "I've been good," he murmured. "Glad you're home though." He might feel okay when he was alone and now that he felt safer it was even nice sometimes to just be alone with his thoughts and drawings but it still didn't compare to having Connor there. "I can get us some drinks. I'd offer up coffee but..." He looked around pointedly and smiled at Connor. "You want anything?"
“I’m glad I’m home too,” Connor agreed with a low chuckle. Not only because that meant he was done working, which was always a relief for the day, but now he was home with his boy and could watch over him. Connor was a caretaker by nature, he supposed that was why he’d gone into medicine, but taking care of Jacob was his favorite way to indulge those parts of himself. He pursed his lips and thought about beverages for a second as he arranged the wood logs and stuffed some kindling under them. “The stove should still work, would you put the kettle on for some tea? I do feel like something hot.” Cozying up on the couch with a hot mug of herbal tea and Jacob plastered to his side sounded wonderful at the moment. Who needed electricity?
"I can do that," Jacob murmured as he got to his feet, lightly brushing his fingers over Connor's hair as he passed him to go to the kitchen. He kept waiting for something to go wrong and he was fully aware of the fact, but it was more like a thought that was now on the backburner, not full blown anxiety. It didn't even feel scary to look out the very dark kitchen window while he waited for the water to boil, the rain was coming down hard and he could see faint light from the house across the street but none of it was scary. He had a little pang when he thought he wished Sage could come visit but it was getting easier to push those thoughts away; they didn't cling and cut like they used to.
He returned to the living room with two cups of tea and handed one to Connor before sitting down next to him on the couch, careful not to spill his own. "This is actually kinda cozy," he murmured, looking around at the flickering warm lights. "I hope you didn't have very important sexy meetings online tonight."
By the time Jacob made it back, the fire was going fairly nicely, gradually getting brighter as more of the big logs caught. Connor murmured a thanks as he took his mug, breathing in the warm aroma. It was pretty cozy, being warm and dry while the rain pounded against the house outside. Connor gave a soft hum as he took his first sip, and slipped his free arm along the back of the couch around Jacob’s shoulders. “I mean, I was going to watch some porn at my desk with you underneath it ... but I guess that can wait,” he murmured, smirking a bit. He hadn’t actually had any of those plans, but he couldn’t resist the opening to tease.
Jacob automatically snuggled closer, craning his neck a bit as he gave Connor a pointed and cheeky look. "Well lucky for you my blowjobs don't require electricity," he drawled and clanked their cups together to toast the fact before snickering. "You can have as many as you want even when the power is out." There were some battery-operated jokes there but Jacob let it go and just watched Connor with a warm sort of amusement as he sipped his tea. He wasn't exaggerating when he said Connor could have one anytime, he was always hungry for him as well as eager to please and he wasn't sure just how shitty he had to be feeling to actually want to say no to any kind of sex with him.
Connor dimpled at him and kissed his head, curling his arm further around Jacob. While he probably would enjoy using his boy that way at some point, that wasn’t really what he was in the mood for tonight. He was feeling much more relaxed and sappy than that, what with the romantic fire-lit atmosphere and all. “As many as I want, huh?” he repeated softly, still half-smiling. “Better be careful with promises like that, you’re going to spoil me.” He gave a soft laugh and lifted his free hand to ruffle Jacob’s hair. “How was your day, babe? I missed you.” Maybe it was cheesy, but it was true. Every time he had a spare moment to think, Connor wished he was back home.
Jacob scoffed playfully. As if spoiling Connor was a bad thing! He relaxed against him again, warmed by more than just the tea he was drinking. "I missed you too, but yeah it was good. I finished a couple of commissions though I won't be able to send them until the power's back on." He was just grateful that he knew it was all backed up and saved before the electricity went out but he'd learned that lesson the hard way years ago. "I feel really safe here," he added a bit quieter and while he'd told Connor this before, he liked telling him again. Something about saying it made him happy and he was sure Connor liked hearing it. He'd gotten this house for a reason after all.
“Good,” Connor murmured, drawing the word out as he gave Jacob’s shoulders a little squeeze. That had been his goal when he’d picked the place, after all, so it was good to hear that it was fulfilling its purpose. Besides being a really nice place for them to live, that was. The mobile home in Seaview had been a big downgrade for Connor -- he hadn’t expected to be in Point Pleasant long, much less find somebody to fall in love with here -- and this house was more of the standard of living he was used to. It felt damn good to provide a place like this for Jacob, give him what he needed. It felt like more of a promise from him that he was in this for the long haul, not to just keep Jacob around as a fuckbuddy while they were in the same town. Connor sipped his tea and idly rubbed his thumb against Jacob’s shoulder. “Things have been pretty quiet overall at the hospital,” he said. “I like it but it makes me a little nervous at the same time, you know?”
"Enjoy it while it lasts," Jacob murmured and realized right away just how morbid that sounded. It was true though, things had been quiet for a while after Grayson disappeared and he couldn't help but think that the town took what it needed and then left them alone for a while, as if it was sated. So many people had disappeared this time around, maybe the peace would last even longer. It was probably naive to think that and he felt a little guilty for it too. It was too high of a price to pay. Anyway, that theory didn't really hold water because there had been so many horrible things happening in just a span of a few months, people had died in the fog, people had gone missing before the new year too. He sipped more of his tea and let one hand rest idly on Connor's thigh. "Do you ever see or hear weird things there? At the hospital?"
Morbid or not, Jacob wasn’t the first person to say that to Connor. More than one nurse had muttered it under their breath when he’d commented on how slow it was at the ER, and while that was maybe a reasonable thing to say in all ERs everywhere, it had given him a chill, just like it did now. That was Point Pleasant, wasn’t it? Think things are quiet? Just wait. He tried to push those thoughts away, wanting to enjoy the cozy evening with Jacob more than he wanted to think about what might be coming. Connor turned his head again to nuzzle a bit at his boy’s temple. “Not often,” he murmured. “A few times, just ... some things moved in my office, some shadowy figures out of the corner of my eye, me thinking I’ve seen someone round a corner in front of me and when I get there they’re gone. Small things like that.”
"I swear, every fucking place in this town is haunted," Jacob sighed, then smiled a little and turned to sneak a kiss on Connor's chin. "Except this one, maybe." He hadn't felt anything weird or seen anything weird since they moved in and he in particular didn't feel bad in this house and that made all the difference. "Do you miss Portland?" he asked quietly and while it wasn't as much a cause for anxiety for him as it had been, he still didn't know how things would go when Connor left Point Pleasant. Jacob would want to go with him but there was still a part of him - some masochistic insane part, no doubt - that didn't want to leave here again. For all its faults, Point Pleasant felt like home in a way Portland never had. Maybe it'd be different if he stayed with Connor though.
The idea of working in a haunted hospital had been a little unnerving at first, but Connor had quickly gotten used to it. The huge event of the fog had made some odd shadows and moved coffee mugs seem like no big deal. “If it is, they’re quiet and friendly ghosts, so we’ll be okay,” he murmured with a faint smile of his own. Connor knew that Jacob’s question wasn’t a completely idle one, and he gave it the momentary consideration that it deserved. “Some of it,” he answered. “I miss the less hectic medical practice I worked in for a long time. I did miss my condo, but this house more than makes up for that. I miss having bigger shopping areas around.” He gave Jacob a warmer smile, reaching up to brush some hair off of the boy’s forehead. “I don’t miss how lonely I was, though. You’ve made Point Pleasant vastly superior in that regard.”
It was hard to imagine Connor as lonely, maybe because Jacob always saw him through rose tinted glasses and when he first noticed him in Portland, Jacob had just assumed he got all the attention he wanted. Life didn't always work like that apparently, things weren't what they seemed and neither were people. He agreed with the things Connor actually missed even if he hadn't exactly had a lot of opportunity to enjoy the bigger shopping areas being flat broke all the time, but sometimes he missed losing himself in a club where nobody knew him and he didn't have to worry about someone thinking he was a murderer. "You mean you don't have a harem waiting for you to return?" he murmured contently, no sharpness to the teasing. "I have you all to myself even there?"
Connor had a few numbers to call if he got the urge, and he could pull attention at most any club, but that wasn’t the same. It wasn’t this. He’d always come home to an empty condo. There hadn’t been any real intimacy in his life, and Connor knew now that he’d been missing more than he’d realized. That empty feeling he’d had in the pit of his chest so often was gone now. “No harem, I fired all of them a long time ago,” he said back, giving a little half grin. “You have me all to yourself anywhere.” Connor kissed Jacob’s face again, then turned his head to take another drink from his mug.
Jacob sipped his own tea, then rested his head against Connor's shoulder and closed his eyes. He wasn't tired, it was just nice to focus his senses on other things for a moment like Connor's scent and the sound of his breathing. Jacob didn't think he needed to tell him just how lonely he'd been as well, he felt like he'd worn it on his sleeve, downcast and miserable bastard that he'd been. Not anymore though. He was still a miserable bastard in a lot of ways but with Connor he was happy and a great deal of his anxiety seemed to shut up whenever he was close to him. "Good," he murmured. "I had no idea I could be the jealous type before I met you." He opened his eyes again, glancing up at Connor. At another time - with another person - it would have made him nervous to admit that but now it didn't, it just felt honest and vulnerable in a way he felt comfortable with being with Connor.
He wasn’t oblivious to the changes they’d made in one another’s lives. Connor had watched Jacob relax and change over the months they’d been together with a warmth and pride in his chest that was almost fatherly. Jacob was still in the process of blossoming, and Connor felt privileged to be a part of it. He just wanted his boy to be healthy and as happy as he could possibly be. It wasn’t all altruistic though, because taking care of Jacob’s basic needs and giving him room to grow fulfilled something deep in Connor too. Their relationship was mutually beneficial in far more ways than just the sex. Jacob’s words gave him a soft chuckle, and he looked down at his boy. “I know the feeling,” he murmured. He’d been possessive of subs before, it tended to come with the territory, but thinking about Jacob leaving him for another dom or something ... that would be a much deeper cut. “I’m yours as much as you’re mine. I hope you trust that I will never use jealousy to manipulate you. I’ll do my best not to ever give you a reason to be jealous, but ... we’ll talk first, always.”
Jacob knew that pulling his walls down and absolutely trusting Connor would make it all so much harder when this came to an end. The insecurity and suspicion served him well when it came to keeping the hurt out and he would be devastated in new and impossible ways if Connor got sick of him now. Self preservation screamed at him to keep the walls up, to not allow himself to get too close but they were well past that mark now. Jacob just thought that if he could have this for a year, for two years even, that'd be more than he'd ever dared to hope for before. He could be a miserable piece of shit later but right now he wasn't and the need to embrace that fully went bone deep. There was a part of him that sometimes imagined growing old with Connor and that was just a different kind of hurt waiting to happen. He needed to focus on the joy of it instead of the inevitable heartbreak down the line. The line might be long yet. "Always," he replied softly and it was easy to embrace the joy in this moment. It'd be just a memory one day but it was real now and he focused on being present, rubbing his cheek against Connor's shoulder affectionately.
Maybe it came with age and experience, but Connor didn’t fret much about their future. He was aware that he was vulnerable here too, that Jacob could do what a lot of young men did when they got restless -- he could cheat, or leave to test the waters elsewhere. It would hurt, a lot, but Connor knew that one could live through a lot of hurt. It might be the last serious relationship he ever had, but he would keep going regardless. What he was sure wasn’t going to happen was him getting sick of Jacob. They’d been together long enough now that Connor felt secure that they were a good match, in spite of the age difference. Hell, maybe partly because of it. But he loved Jacob and his artistic spirit, his sensitivity, his sardonic wit, the way he walked and talked and smelled, so many things about him. When he was on his knees with Connor’s cock in his mouth, looking up at him with those big trusting bedroom eyes, it made him feel so much that had nothing to do with his dick. Jacob had put his faith in him, and he was determined to keep respecting and honoring that. Connor sat quietly with him for a while, listening to the rain outside and the crackle of the fire while they finished their tea, glad that neither of them felt compelled to fill the silence. The room was warm and cozy, and Connor felt contentedly drowsy, but not in an overly tired way. After relieving them of their empty mugs, Connor reached a hand around to Jacob’s hip to pull on him a little to encourage him to straddle his lap. “C’mere,” he murmured. “I want to kiss you.”
It felt like one of those life affirming moments, like this was what people really wanted in life, the safety, the comfort, the absolute sense of peace. It was fleeting of course, happiness wasn't a constant, but it was moments like these that made it all worth it and Jacob was content to be present in the moment, a part of him focused on Connor even as his mind wandered. He held his empty cup for a while, not wanting to move before Connor did so he was glad when Connor took it from him and even more so when he spoke again. As if Jacob would say no, as if he wanted to say no. He moved the way Connor guided him, slow and languid, feeling pleasantly lazy and loose. The mere act of straddling Connor's lap woke up more primal feelings in him but it was all easy and relaxed and not urgent at all. He draped his arms loosely over Connor's shoulders, smiling as he settled in and leaned in so close their lips were almost touching. "I want to kiss you too," he whispered, a familiar sense of warmth spreading through him.
The way Jacob moved always reminded Connor of cats, effortlessly graceful but with a sense of carelessness that was so appealing. His hands slid down Jacob’s sides as he settled his weight on Connor, a half-smile on his face. He loved the way Jacob came in close but didn’t make the first move to kiss him. It wasn’t even so much the training as it was Connor enjoyed being teased too. He shifted his thighs under Jacob a bit, his hands slipping further down to grip the boy’s hips. Connor pulled him in even closer with a soft grunt, then gently rubbed his nose against Jacob’s. He lingered there for a moment, drawing it out for the both of them, then brushed their lips together before kissing him properly. Connor focused on just their lips for a while, feeling more sensual than demanding tonight, then barely grazed the tip of his tongue against Jacob’s bottom lip to get him to open up.
It was so gentle and Jacob felt nearly hypnotized by it, his entire focus on the way the touch of Connor's lips and hands felt. There was a pleasant weight in his stomach that seemed to drop when he felt Connor's tongue and he slowly parted his lips in submission, tantalized by how slow this was, it almost felt like they were doing this for the first time, as if he hadn't kissed Connor thousands of times before. It didn't seem to matter what mood Connor was in, if he wanted to turn Jacob on, he did so easily and despite the calm on the surface, Jacob soon felt all jittery inside, straining not to deepen the kiss too fast, to let Connor keep control.
Connor enjoyed a frantic race to the main event as much as anyone else when he was in the mood for it, but he often enjoyed a more languid pace too. Maybe it was patience that came with age, or maybe he was just sated often enough these days that he didn’t feel that impatience as often. The setting added to the vibe too -- firelight, storm outside, nothing to do but this. Why not take his time with it? Connor stroked his tongue lightly against Jacob’s, teasing for a moment before he delved deeper into his boy’s mouth, gradually increasing the pressure of their lips. His hands had been resting on Jacob’s sides, and finally he pulled Jacob’s shirt up enough to slip under it to touch his bare skin, slowly moving his palms in an exploratory caress.
Connor might be moving slowly but Jacob's physical reaction was anything but. He was already hard, his cock pressing against the confines of his cargo pants and the touch against bare skin only seemed to ramp up that particular urgency. He bucked his hips without meaning to and shivered a bit with the effort not to do it again, his hands finding Connor's shoulders to cling to him rather than leaving his arms loosely draped there. It was kind of amazing to him, still, how utterly possessed he felt by Connor, even when Connor didn't really do anything to assert his dominance. He didn't have to, every little touch and every little kiss reminded Jacob who he belonged to and it thrilled him in ways he hadn't thought was possible before they met. Despite his body's reactions he felt relaxed and safe, lulled by their surroundings and the warmth and firmness of Connor's body against his own.
Jacob was just so reactive to everything Connor did, toying with him was almost an obsession by now. He loved to see what sorts of touches and kisses turned Jacob on and to what degrees. Connor almost felt like a scientist sometimes, running sexy experiments on some lovely subject at his leisure. With as close as their bodies were, he couldn’t miss the erection in Jacob’s pants, or the way he trembled and breathed and held onto Connor tighter. Under the boy’s shirt, Connor brought one hand around to caress his chest, brushing his thumb over a nipple to get it nice and hard as that pretty cock of his. “It’s so easy to get you going,” he murmured against the kiss, a tiny smile quirking his lips. “You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”
Jacob's lips twitched involuntarily into a little smile at that as well. "Just for you," he reminded him but yes, Connor was absolutely right: Jacob was absolutely a slut for him, any time and any place, it didn't take much to stoke the fire that already burned so hot inside of him for Connor. "Can you blame me?" he added in a little whisper. "I wanted you for so long." He might have had him for a while now too but it was never enough and certainly never so much that it felt status quo. Despite how at ease he was starting to feel in the relationship, Jacob still felt amazed sometimes that he'd actually caught his white whale.
Even though Connor was well aware of who Jacob belonged to, he never tired of hearing the confirmation straight from his boy. Their dynamic only worked if the submissive was completely on board, and Connor always felt like he was doing something so right when Jacob made it clear that he was enjoying the arrangement. “Well you got me,” he whispered back, nuzzling their noses together as his hand slipped down to caress the bulge in the front of Jacob’s pants. “For as long as you still want me.” Connor found the head of Jacob’s cock and rubbed his thumb firmly against it, covering Jacob’s mouth with his again in another deep kiss. He felt secure that they would be together for a while, but Connor tried not to make any long-term predictions anymore. He was dedicated to seeing where it all led, and enjoying the hell out of the ride in the meantime.
The kiss alone could stoke Jacob's fire like nothing else and coupled with that pressure against his cock it was ramping him up fast. He barely heard the background noises anymore, too focused on the warmth spreading through his body and Connor's hot breath against his lips. It was a rare mood he was in, where he felt like this was enough, that he might just get off from only this and nothing else, his hips already moving slowly to grind against Connor's hand. A part of him didn't want to move from this position or take it further, like they were in a safe and warm little cocoon that'd break apart if they moved elsewhere. He moaned softly into the kiss, letting one hand stray down to Connor's chest, rubbing at his chest through the soft cotton.
Connor didn’t plan to go far, enjoying the small circle of soft light they had going right where they were. It was cozy and comfortable and sexy, and he didn’t see anything wrong with both of them getting off right where they were. The way Jacob pushed into his touch and those low sounds he made sent a sweet throb through Connor’s cock. He’d gotten hard too, just toying with his boy and being touched in return. Lightly dragging Jacob’s bottom lip between his teeth, Connor moved to take the hem of Jacob’s shirt and peel it up his body, breaking the kiss long enough to get it fully off. His hands caressed all of that lovely bare skin on their way back down to start undoing the fly on his pants. Once he could, Connor dipped inside of the cotton restraints and pulled Jacob’s cock free. He gave it a slow, loose stroke just to feel the velvety skin against his palm.
Jacob never felt quite as beautiful as he did with Connor, it was in the way he looked at him and it made it a pleasure to strip down, like he was revealing something amazing and not just his body. He arched back just for a moment to do just that, then leaned back into the kiss, his breath hitching the moment Connor unbuttoned his pants. He felt torn between just enjoying this while it lasted and the heavy urge to pleasure Connor back but the physical pleasure won that particular struggle and he closed his eyes as he kissed Connor deeply, a slight tremble going through his thighs at those feather light touches.
From Connor’s perspective, whenever Jacob took his clothes off he was indeed exposing more than his beautiful body. The act of stripping -- or being undressed, in this case -- was a lovely act of submission all by itself, and Connor loved the way Jacob leaned into it. The tremor in his legs only added to the effect, and Connor felt himself slipping more and more into that dominant headspace he loved so much. He kissed his boy back, his free hand roaming slowly over his body while he continued to lightly stroke his cock, playing Jacob’s body like an instrument he knew very well by now. He knew what made Jacob shiver and moan, where all the sensitive spots were, and he intended to turn his pretty plaything into a quivering mess of Need tonight.
Sometimes Jacob felt greedy for more, but tonight this was more than enough and thankfully his body agreed with his mind on that one. He felt like he was turning into a puddle on Connor's lap, clinging to him with one hand, the other fumbling with the fabric of his shirt to get to touch him skin to skin. It wasn't very concentrated but thankfully Connor wasn't wearing anything complicated or tucked in so he quickly got what he wanted, pressing his palm against warm skin and stroking upward to Connor's chest. Most of his focus was on how Connor was making him feel, it was so easy to forget everything about the world around him when his body felt this heated and worked up and he was already leaking precum, his cock twitching contently in Connor's grip.
Connor loved to feel all the ways Jacob’s body reacted to him, and know that those shivers and soft sounds and heavy breaths were all for him. Nobody else got to do those things to his boy, not even himself without permission, and it pleased him greatly. He made a point to give Jacob all kinds of personal freedom as an individual human, but his pleasure all belonged to Connor. Wanting to be touched some himself, he paused long enough to reach back and grab the back neck of his t-shirt to pull it up and off, core flexing as he sat forward a bit, careful not to elbow Jacob in the face. Then Connor spit into his palm and took hold of Jacob’s cock again, leaning in to claim his mouth again as he stroked his now slick-grip up and down Jacob’s shaft. He felt like he got even harder, which just made Connor’s gut flutter in happy ways.
Those precious few seconds of not being touched just ramped up the need Jacob felt and he had to fight the urge to touch himself, melting back into it when Connor returned his attention to him. This was better though, he could touch him more and he indulged in just that since Connor hadn't told him not to. He let his hands roam over the curves of his chest, let the coarse hair tickle his palms and gently rubbed at his nipples. It all felt like autopilot at this point because his attention was almost solely on the building pressure in his balls and how good Connor's grip felt gliding over his sensitive cock. It wasn't always easy ignoring the urge to jerk off in the morning but it was so worth it when Connor got home and took care of him after he'd saved up all the tension and pleasure for his dominant.
The sensitivity and neediness was exactly why Connor had rules about Jacob masturbating without permission -- he liked how hungry it made the boy. He liked thinking about Jacob at home with an aching hardon, fantasizing about what Connor would do with it later. He liked having control over it even when they weren’t together. It was an honor system, Jacob could easily jerk off five times a day before Connor got home if he wanted to, but Connor trusted him, and this was the payoff. He was never going to leave him hanging for long. And god, did he look so damn beautiful when he was in pleasure, his breath getting heavier and his face getting more slack the longer Connor toyed with him. His own cock gave an impatient throb in his pants, caught between his thigh and Jacob’s ass, but it could wait. Connor always got his own payoff too. He kept stroking Jacob’s cock, gradually tightening his grip and putting a little twist of his wrist as his palm passed over the flushed head, pushing his boy closer to his edge.
Jacob ended up pressing his face against Connor's shoulder, his hands going still against his flanks, clinging tightly. "Please, please," he whispered mindlessly, worried Connor might stop just as he was about to come. Or maybe he was hoping he would; edging did weird things to his brain where he both loved and hated it all at once. Connor knew exactly how to touch him and he was teetering on that edge already, his balls drawn up tight against his body, his core vibrating with need by now. Connor also knew when to slow down by now and Jacob let out a little whine when he eased up on that much needed pressure. "Please," he whispered again. "Can I come?"
Those soft ‘please’s made Connor’s whole groin tingle madly, and he licked his lips, his eyes resting on the motion of his hand over Jacob’s cock. He loved how curled-in he was, like he could barely stand the physical sensation itself. Connor was constantly tuned into Jacob, but never as much as when he was edging him, and he had learned right when to back off and let the pleasure simmer a tiny bit. The whine that came when he did so made him smile a bit. Then Jacob asked the right question, the one that he knew would get him what he wanted. “Yes, you can,” he whispered back, his mouth near Jacob’s ear. Connor tightened his grip again and started to stroke him with more purpose, ready to give his boy the release he wanted so badly.
Gratitude and relief flooded Jacob before his orgasm took over and he moaned helplessly against Connor's shoulder as his body trembled and his cock twitched in Connor's grip. It never felt like it lasted long enough but at the same time he wasn't sure he could stand it if it lasted much longer than it did, his mind momentarily vacant of everything but the pure physical sensations. It never ceased to amaze him how easily he responded to not just Connor's touch but his voice as well and how quickly he reached his climax as soon as he got permission. He was finely tuned into Connor as well, that much was obvious by now, yet another reason he never wanted to lose him because he wasn't so sure he'd ever find anyone he connected with so deeply again. His body finally started relaxing again and he became more aware, slowly moving his hands up Connor's chest and raising his head to look at him. "Thank you," he murmured with a dopey smile, tilting his head against Connor's.
It was always a delight to guide Jacob through his climax, and Connor milked it for all it was worth, to so speak. He couldn’t be in Jacob’s body with him, of course, but he felt confident now that he knew where the line was between delicious pleasure and Too Much, and how to make Jacob ride it for maximum satisfaction while he was mindlessly twitching and moaning. Even the warm stripes of cum felt good against Connor’s chest and stomach. He smiled indulgently at the thanks, his hand going still around Jacob’s cock. “You’re welcome,” he murmured back, tilting his head just enough to brush their lips together. Connor squeezed Jacob’s hip with his free hand. “You made a mess ... I wanna watch you clean it up with your tongue.” His boy may have been basking in a post-orgasm haze, but Connor wasn’t done with him yet by far.
Jacob didn't imagine for a second that it was over and if Connor had told him it was he might have worried. He scooted back on Connor's lap, slowly unstraddling him and moving to kneel in front of him instead, looking him in the eye before doing as he was told. "Sorry I made a mess," he murmured but there was a hint of a smile on his lips and in his slightly unfocused eyes. He tilted his head at Connor as he spoke, then leaned in to run his tongue along his stomach, not quite where his cooling cum was but close because easing into it was more fun and more of a show than getting straight to it. "Can I make it up to you?" he murmured, brushing his lips over the spot he'd licked, watching Connor still.
Jacob was a delight to watch under any circumstance, but there was something particularly delicious about watching him get on his knees. Connor’s dark eyes were hazy and half-lidded as he watched his boy settle and lean in close. Every soft word and light touch made Connor’s stomach flutter and he inhaled a sharper breath at the first lick against his skin. He moved one hand to drift his fingers through Jacob’s hair, tempted to push his head in closer to the mess he’d made. He could be patient though -- now that he’d made his boy come, he could be entirely indulgent with himself and enjoy this ride. “You can try,” he said, a tiny lazy grin crossing his face. “Think your mouth’s just gonna be full tonight.”
"I like it when you fill my mouth," Jacob murmured and he might feel sated physically but he was always horny for Connor, physically, mentally, emotionally. He didn't make him wait and while it was more pleasurable in theory than in practice to lick his cooling cum off Connor's skin, he enjoyed it because of what it meant to him and Connor. Submission was its own reward and he made sure to lick it all up slowly and thoroughly. "Can I touch your cock?" he murmured between licks, his hands moving slowly upward from where they'd settled on Connor's thighs, his fingers itching to pull aside the soft fabric of his pants and free his erection.
The sexiness of the act was directly related to it not being appealing, to Connor. Jacob did it without complaint just because Connor wanted him to, and that was hot as hell. Not to mention, a warm tongue against his skin always felt good. It was like a promise of how it would feel on other parts of his anatomy. Connor’s cock twitched in his pants at the question, and he stroked Jacob’s hair again, wetting his lips. “Yes,” he whispered, shifting his hips just a bit. He thought about giving some specific directions on how he wanted to be touched, but Connor decided to let Jacob do what he wanted for a moment or two first.
Jacob never really knew when Connor felt like saying no and making him wait and maybe that just made the times he said yes all the sweeter. Admittedly, tonight didn't much feel like a night where Connor would say no to much, the mood felt too intimate for that or maybe Jacob was just that soothed by the sound of the weather and the flickering lights of the fire. Connor looked delectable in that light and that subtle gesture when he wet his lips made Jacob feel a whole slew of emotions. "Thank you," he murmured and at this point he was just being sultry, staring up at Connor as he pulled at the soft cotton of his joggers. They didn't do a whole lot to conceal Connor's erection and there was something intensely satisfying about the way his cock bobbed when he freed it. "Can I taste your cock?" Jacob all but purred at him, leaning in close to let him feel his breath on the sensitive skin.
Tonight wasn’t a night for denial, especially not when he wanted to be touched. He already had Jacob in a state of devotion and body worship, there was no need to say no to him now to build tension. The ‘thank you’ gave Connor a deep throb in his core, and he watched with his lips slightly parted as Jacob pulled the front of his pants down. Even the wash of cooler air against his cock felt delicious. “Yes,” he repeated softly, intently watching every move Jacob made. He was sure he would end up fucking Jacob’s mouth with abandon before this was all over, but he didn’t mind taking their time getting there.
He sounded so composed but Jacob thought he could detect that slight hint of a tremble underneath that demeanor and all submission aside, that made him feel powerful in his own way. He loved the way Connor was looking at him, always in awe of just how beautiful he was and that lust-hazy expression only emphasized his beauty. He took his time, watching Connor for a little while longer as he wrapped his hand loosely around his cock and brushed his lips against the tip. It twitched a bit against his skin and it made his stomach do happy little summersaults. No matter how often he did this, Connor always had a big effect on him. Tongue followed lips, lightly circling the salty opening. "It tasted good," he said quietly. "Can I have some more?"
Connor had no delusions about who really held the power in their relationship --- he didn’t take anything from Jacob that wasn’t freely given, and submission could be retracted at any time. He knew he would do anything to keep Jacob, make any compromise necessary. But that didn’t stop moments like these from making him feel like some sex god being worshipped. As Jacob teased him with his lips and the very tip of his tongue, Connor’s head tilted a bit and his hand drifted down to touch the side of Jacob’s face. He was so fucking gorgeous, sometimes Connor got the urge to slap him hard enough to get tears welled up in those big beautiful eyes. It was a weird mixed feeling that always turned him on even further. “That’s my greedy boy,” he murmured with obvious relish. “Have as much as you want, it’s all yours.”
There was a selection of words Jacob loved hearing from Connor's mouth and 'all yours' was among them. It wasn't just hot in the current circumstance, it was also a reminder that Connor was all his and it made him stupidly happy. He gave Connor a sly smile, gently rubbing his thumb along his shaft before taking it in his mouth. He didn't rush, slowly taking it in inch by inch, running his tongue along the tip and then the length of it, taking his time to explore it as if it was the first time and he didn't know it intimately already. He didn't go so far as to choke himself on it, Connor could make him do that if he wanted but right now Jacob was in charge and he took it at his own pace. He liked being choked and even slapped but this gave him time to focus on Connor and not himself, taking in every little detail from the way his cock reacted to stimulus to the subtle changes in Connor's breathing.
As far as Connor was concerned, they fully belonged to one another now. They’d both invested a lot into this relationship, no matter how different those contributions might look on the outside. He wanted to express that to Jacob often, to make sure his sub knew Connor felt just as much commitment as he expected in return. Maybe they’d rushed it by any sensible timetable, but sometimes love just didn’t make any sense but it still worked, and Connor was definitely sure he was in love now. He felt it especially keenly with Jacob’s mouth on his cock, the patience and softness of it making more than just his balls feel over-full. Connor watched Jacob explore the territory he already knew, the visual of his boy working him with his mouth almost as delicious as the sensations he was creating. He stroked his hand through Jacob’s hair and touched his face now and then, his breaths coming heavier but still slow as he gazed down with heavy-lidded eyes. The urge to move finally forced his hips to rock up ever so slightly, his body hungry for more.
Jacob felt like he could have taken his time for hours, just teasing and tasting Connor. His knees didn't really agree with that though and when he felt Connor's arousal growing he was happy to pick up the pace. He took him deeper, slipping the hand that had circled the base lower to rub his balls instead, humming with soft contentment for some added vibrations. He himself was sated and his cock was soft by now but there was something so good about doing this and he was slipping back into the familiar warmth of subspace quite easily, parts of him fading while others sparked to life. His whole focus was still on Connor, eager to please and tuned into him as he forgot himself for a while.
It was so pleasantly frustrating to feel greedy for pleasure and impatient for release at the same time. Connor had told himself many times that one day he was just going to see how long Jacob could stand to suck his cock, but whenever Jacob got started on him, it felt too fucking good to endure for too long. Especially when he could read Connor’s energy so well now. “God,” he breathed, his head falling back and eyes closing as the pleasure started to really mount. He moaned deep, his fingers sliding into Jacob’s hair to clench there, just to hold onto something. He felt his balls tighten up, and he pumped up into Jacob’s mouth with a bit more force.
Jacob didn't quite let him take the reins but close, relaxing into it more and taking him deeper when Connor thrust up into his mouth. He loved feeling Connor's orgasm ramp up, the way everything got tighter and harder in his hand and his mouth, urging him on. He didn't know how Connor had the patience to edge him at times, it was so satisfying to bring Connor to an orgasm, Jacob wasn't sure he could make himself prolong it if he tried. If Connor told him to, maybe, but that was thankfully not his call to make. Instead he got to do this, take him deeper, press his tongue against all the right places until he got Connor to moan and tremble.
Connor was in no shape to demand that Jacob prolong anything, he was too lost to the waves of intense pleasure rolling through him. He told his boy all the time what a good cocksucker he was, and that wasn’t just dominant talk. Jacob truly gave the best head Connor had ever had, and it somehow made him feel a little proud every time. Like he’d trained his boy right. Connor’s fingers flexed in Jacob’s hair as his hips jerked again. He looked down at Jacob’s mouth sliding up and down his shaft and Connor let out a low groan. “I’m gonna come,” he said, his voice breathy and heavy. “Tell me you want it, say you want my cum.”
Jacob didn't want to pull off him even for a second so he just hummed his agreement to start with, groaning in confusion when Connor physically pulled him up so his cock slipped out from between his lips. "Fuck," Jacob murmured, the word drawn out and breathless. He had to admire Connor's self control yet again because he could tell he was close and he still stopped him just to make a fucking point. "I want your cum," he said, arching up into Connor's grip on his head. "Please." Connor hadn't stopped him from using his hands so he didn't stop rubbing his balls as he spoke and hell, maybe Connor wanted to come on his face so he didn't fight the grip, just gave him his sultriest look, lips parted and ready for him again.
Connor did want to make a fucking point, but he also just wanted to see Jacob’s face with his mouth red from friction and those bedroom eyes hotly attentive. He reached down with his free hand to grab the base of his cock, rubbing the underside of it against Jacob’s slick lips as he breathed out a “fuck yeah.” He undeniably had a thing for hearing how much Jacob wanted him, and the words made the knot of pleasure in his gut twist even tighter. “God, this fucking mouth ...” Connor guided the tip of his cock between Jacob’s lips as he pushed his head back down. Entirely too close to climax to rein himself in any more, he thrust his hips up, holding Jacob’s head still while he fucked his mouth. Connor’s head fell back and he moaned on shaky breaths, pumping hard but not too deep until he fell over his edge, cock jerking and pulsing against the boy’s tongue as his body shuddered and released.
Jacob swallowed it all down, he wouldn't exactly say he did it dutifully since he fucking loved it and the way Connor's cock felt against his tongue. He could feel so much of that process, the way Connor's orgasm affected his body and Jacob was utterly hooked on it. He sucked him through the climax, then eased up a little and lightly ran his tongue along Connor's cock, eliciting a few more twitches from it before it felt like Connor was ready to let him up. He licked his lips as he raised his head, watching his dominant with a sleepy smile and undisguised affection in his eyes. He felt like they should light candles like this more often because everything was so much more beautiful in those flickering lights. Connor didn't need any help in that department but the warm glow definitely added to his looks. "I love you," Jacob whispered, pressing a little kiss on Connor's abdomen.
Connor had been given enough blowjobs in his life to know that not everybody was good at the last part of it, and it was so easy to overdo the stimulation. Jacob had always been talented with his mouth, but getting to know one another’s bodies as well as they had just took it all to another level. Connor soaked in every second of it, a shuddery little chuckle coming out of him before Jacob lifted his head. He felt like all strength had left his muscles, his arms and legs limp. It took a lot of effort to force his eyes open to look down at his boy. “I love you too,” he murmured, almost with a slur. Connor stroked his hand over Jacob’s hair, then pulled a little at this shoulder. “Come here. Snuggles.”
Jacob pushed himself up and moved to straddle Connor's lap again, more than happy to fulfill that request. He'd cleaned him up thoroughly earlier and that paid off now as he leaned in against him and slipped his arms down along his sides, his head resting on Connor's shoulder. It was so surreal to think of how things had been before he got to know Connor, how he'd really just been a conquest, a hot guy Jacob really wanted to submit to. He'd never imagined it would go this deep, had been so busy bracing himself for things to go south that he hadn't had an inkling they could turn out so good. "I could totally sleep right here," he said with a little chuckle, and although his eyes were closed, he wasn't anywhere near drifting off. He just didn't much want to go to the bedroom just yet, not when the fire and the candles were all in here and it was so cozy.
Connor hummed his contentment as Jacob settled on him, slipping one arm around his lower back while the other hand lazily rubbed and patted his ass. His eyes were closed too and he did feel a bit drowsy, but he was more full of this warm loving peace in his chest. If it wasn’t a fire hazard he would’ve suggested they just stretch out on the couch and sleep down there with everything still burning. No, eventually they would go to bed, but for the moment Connor just wanted to be still and hold his boy. He felt like there was so much more to say, but the only words that kept running through his head were I love you. He smirked faintly as he thought Jacob would probably never get tired of hearing them, but they still didn’t cover it. “Wish I could let you and carry you up, but ... my back’s not what it used to be,” he murmured.
Jacob's smile widened for a moment and he huffed softly. "I can walk. I just really like being here right now," he murmured, sneaking a little kiss on Connor's neck. "We should buy more candles, this is so nice." A small narcissistic streak in him wondered if he'd looked beautiful in the flickering candle light too and he thought he had, at least to Connor. Everyone looked better in that kind of lighting and he really loved just how beautiful Connor made him feel. "But I guess it would kinda suck to fall asleep here and wake up to the lights coming on," he added. "So we can go to bed soon. Not yet though, please."
“Not yet,” Connor agreed with a soft smile. If Jacob had asked if he’d been beautiful in the candle light, Connor would have laughed. Jacob was gorgeous to him no matter what lighting he was in, day or night, and the golden flickering glow from the fires in front of them only added to his natural looks, as it painted everything in gold. Connor was so ridiculously in love with him, it was impossible to see him as anything but a work of art. “I agree though, more candles,” he added in a murmur, nuzzling Jacob back. “Looking at you by firelight makes me wish I could paint.” Connor kissed the top of his shoulder. “I never thought this town would bring me this kind of luck.”
The variety of emotions Connor could invoke in Jacob was so immense, from heated lust to the near-fear type of arousal he so loved and this, the unbridled happiness flaring up inside him and spreading like warmth all over his body. "Me neither," he whispered, unable to keep that smile off his face. "I didn't think anything good could happen here. You proved me wrong." On some level he knew that wouldn't last, something dark would crawl back into their lives but he didn't let himself go there tonight, hopefully they would survive it whatever it would be and live to have another night like this one, full of warmth and golden light. He couldn't feel apprehensive about it in the moment, there was no room inside of him for his usual anxiety and it was such a delicious reprieve, he had to soak in it while he could.