Who: Connor & Jacob Where: Their home, Winthrop Dr When: Wednesday morning, June 6th Warning: NSFW
Jacob was slowly and cautiously getting used to being happy. He hadn't sleepwalked in months, Sage was home and safe and Jacob had been getting more work doing art which put some money in his pocket and kept him busy. All that and he also still had Connor who had carried him through the bad patches and kept him plenty busy too. It was almost too much and he often had to stave off that feeling that he wasn't worthy of it all.
They'd had a cozy night together during the storm and Connor had the day off today. He was busy on his own computer, doctor stuff Jacob didn't even try to begin to understand, while Jacob lounged on his own computer, drawing a cutesy pirate girl for a patron's upcoming birthday. It was cozy, working with Connor in the same room, and Jacob was a little amused at just how different they were at times like these where Connor sat straight in his chair and maintained a good posture while Jacob lounged crookedly like some cryptid in his chair with his drawing pad in hand.
He'd always thought that any good relationship required the ability to be silent together without it being awkward so this was pretty much perfect. Jacob had headphones on but crooked so he could still hear his surroundings, the steady typing from Connor's computer and the occasional car driving by. He didn't often let himself go completely oblivious to the world around him, it took a certain mood. He felt like he could draw for hours, but that didn't mean he wasn't tempted to check his messages or peek at his social media every so often. Nice comments were fuel for an artist after all and it was gratifying to get little hearts on whatever he'd last posted - not to mention the ever elusive comment that sometimes popped up.
Connor had discovered that he really enjoyed working side by side with his boy. Sure, their work was extremely different, but he was happy for and proud of Jacob for taking on more commissions and getting his art out there. Connor could see that it gave him a sense of purpose and that he was contributing to the household, and that was important, even if it wasn’t strictly necessary. Connor could take care of them both quite comfortably, but he wanted Jacob to feel fulfilled. His quiet company was soothing as Connor worked on typing up clinic notes, work he always fell behind on when he was actually at the hospital. It was easier to do at home, fewer interruptions, and Connor found it actually meditative and comforting sometimes. Especially when he could just glance up and see Jacob lounging nearby.
He reached for his coffee mug and saw that he’d emptied it a while ago. It was probably time for a break anyway. Connor rolled his desk chair back a bit to stretch, then got up, mug in hand. He approached Jacob and leaned down to kiss his temple, unable to help glancing at the screen to see what he was working on. “How’s it coming along?” he murmured.
"I love it when people give me lots of references," Jacob murmured, setting the drawing pad down for now and tilting his head back to smile up at Connor. "That way I'm not fretting about whether I'm doing it right or not." He knew Connor understood that he tended to be anxious about doing things right even if Jacob didn't often like talking about it. He glanced back at his screen when a new message came in and arched his brows in surprise.
"Uhm, someone's asking me for a commission," he mumbled, pulling the earbud out of his ear as if that might help him concentrate better since his attention was now divided between Connor and the computer. He felt a slight blush creep up his neck as he looked the message over. "So uh, how much would you judge me if I drew this?" he asked, glancing back up at Connor with a pained smile. The message was fairly explicit but peppered with blushing emoticons and a whole heap of apologies. Jacob thought it could have been two sentences instead of two paragraphs without all the waffling. "They're asking me to uh, draw furry porn." Which he absolutely would not do if Connor had a problem with it but god, it paid well.
Connor didn’t mean to be that nosy, but Jacob asked him so he of course had to read what the message said, eyes skimming over words he didn’t know like ‘yiff’ and ‘fursona.’ His brow furrowed a bit even as he gave a puzzled little smile. “Furry porn, like ... animals?” he asked. Connor was not very up to date on the world of the internet, and while he knew Jacob sometimes drew erotic art, he wasn’t exactly clear on what the message was asking for. Drawings of animals having sex, like on the nature channel? It was obviously something pretty risque, judging by Jacob’s blush, and that amused him more than anything.
"Oh my god, you don't know what furries are?" Jacob asked and he wasn't sure if that was adorable or mortifying because now he had to explain furry porn to his dom. Oh how he did not want to explain furry porn to his dom! "How are you a part of the kink community without-" he trailed off and shook his head. "It's uh, not my kink. At all. Just so we're clear. No judgment! I mean, we all grew up on like anthromorphized animals with sex appeal so I get it?" As he talked he leaned in against his computer again to bring up a search engine while sending out a silent prayer that the first search results wouldn't be something incredibly awful. Thankfully the first pic to pop up was just the very safe for work wikipedia image and he gestured vaguely at it. "Like, imagine Disney's Robin Hood but with sex." That was putting it so mildly because he had seen those very realistic horse dicks some people were into.
As Jacob started to explain -- in the most adorably embarrassed way -- it clicked in Connor’s mind what he was talking about. It wasn’t a kink of his either, and not one he’d really heard about except vaguely in passing. He looked at the webpage Jacob pulled up and gave a thoughtful hum. “So they want some porn art of their animal self doing other animal selves, I see,” he murmured, putting some disapproval into his tone just to tease Jacob for a moment. Connor couldn’t keep it up long, and he huffed out a laugh and kissed his boy’s cheek. “No judgement here either, baby,” he said as he straightened up. “If somebody wants to pay you to draw it and you’re okay with that, go for it. And if it does make you horny, you just let me know.” Connor grinned at him.
"It will not make me horny," Jacob muttered stubbornly but he was thinking of the damn furry suits and how silly he thought they looked. Maybe drawing a dick in detail was going to be different, even if that dick was attached to some adorable fox fursona. "Have you seen those things they wear? It's like a mascot convention," he added. "No wait, you haven't, let me show you." Looking up furry convention got him pretty much exactly what he was looking for and he gestured at the screen before looking at Connor. "It's kinda cute, I guess? But not... nope." He shook his head and glanced up at Connor again. "If it was your kink though, you know I'd put up with it and wear like... cat ears or something," he admitted with a sigh.
Connor laughed a bit and ran his fingers through Jacob’s hair. “Of course you would,” he murmured warmly. “Because you’re the best.” He bent over to kiss the top of his boy’s head, giving the screen another amused glance. He could understand the cartoon art to an extent, but he had to agree that the costumes in real life looked rather ridiculous. “Luckily you’ll never have to, because ... yeah, it’s doing nothing for me.” Connor chuckled, then added, “But I wanna see the commission when you’re done, just to make sure I don’t have some deep down kink I never knew about. See if I need to get you one of those fox tail buttplugs I’ve seen. Though I dunno ... I’d peg you as more of a cat.”
"Oh my god," Jacob groaned, covering his heated face in his hands and shaking his head. "No animal tail butt plugs, please." Maybe he was boring but he didn't often want to mix weird kind of humor with his sex life, though he had to admit Connor's teasing was doing something for him but that had nothing to do with furries or fox tails. He was making him blush and he had that teasing lilt to his voice that always made Jacob feel squirmy. "I draw the line at cat ears," he said with a little laugh, not removing his hands from his face so his words were a little muffled. "I will use my safeword if I have to." And then he wondered briefly if a cat tail would be too bad and no, this was how stupid kinks were born; through humor and association and he did not want to go down this road.
He honestly had no interest in mixing animal references into their sex life, but god it was fun to watch Jacob blush and hide like that. His reaction just made Connor want to tease him more. He bent in closer again, nuzzling at the curve of Jacob’s bright-red ear with his nose. “Aw, you wouldn’t do it for me, baby?” he murmured, sounding faux-disappointed. “Your ass would look so cute with a tail coming out of it ... and I could tug on it and lead you around with it ... maybe push my cock in there with it ... stuff you so full you don’t know which way is up ...” Connor gave Jacob’s ear a little bite and chuckled deep in his throat. He had no desire to fuck any kind of cat, even a mostly-human one, but he did love to make Jacob squirm.
Animal and furry references aside, that sounded too hot to handle and Jacob did feel like squirming now, unsure how he was supposed to get back to drawing when Connor had distracted him so thoroughly. "Are you conditioning me to get turned on by furries?" he asked in a quiet whine. "Because I don't want that, I really don't want that." He did want Connor's cock though, and that little bite on his ear and being tugged around and stuffed full and god... He purposefully closed the browser tab with what he'd been showing Connor because he did not need to get some pavlovian thing going here. "You're awful," he added and glanced up at Connor, still covering most of his face. "You know that right?"
Connor let out a soft laugh and decided to have mercy. He didn’t want Jacob forming some sexual tie to furry stuff either, honestly. A tail and ears might be fun once, but it didn’t belong on their regular menu of depravity. There were plenty of regular butt plugs for that, and collars that had nothing to do with mascot costumes. “I know, but I’m also wonderful and you love me,” he told Jacob with a wicked grin. Connor kissed the back of the hand covering his face, then straightened up. Thinking about filling Jacob’s ass to the brim had given him half an erection, and Connor adjusted himself through his loose cotton pants as he moved away from Jacob’s desk to head for the door. “Gonna get some more coffee, do you want anything?” he asked over his shoulder.
"I do love you," Jacob admitted sullenly and there was no way he could keep drawing his pirate girl right now, not with what Connor's words had done to his body. The question almost made him laugh. Was there anything he wanted? Yes, but it wasn't coffee. He let one foot drop to the floor so he could push his chair in half a circle and watch Connor walk away. God he looked good, how had he thought he could just drop lines like that and expect Jacob to keep drawing? There was still a part of Jacob that wanted to stay put and wait until his face was less red, because it had to be red with how hot it felt, but he got to his feet anyway and padded after Connor. "I want something," he murmured, slipping his arms around his waist and pressing his face against the back of Connor's shoulder.
He stopped walking when he felt his boy behind him, almost out the office door, and the embrace from behind made him grin. Connor hadn’t quite meant to derail his work time, but the opportunity to tease had just been too good to resist. At least Jacob didn’t have to punch a clock, he could work when he wanted. Connor set his empty coffee mug down on the little side table near the door and rubbed both of his hands along Jacob’s arms where they were wrapped around his stomach. He turned his head but didn’t turn his body around yet. “Oh yeah?” he asked, feigning innocent curiosity. Connor knew the effect he had on his boy, and vice versa. “And what do you want, my love?” He was sure it wasn’t coffee.
Jacob didn't often initiate sex outright, he often did it in a subtle way of course, but a hands on and demanding thing wasn't his style and he always asked for permission. That was just how their relationship was, how they both liked it, but Connor had him flustered and hungry now and Jacob knew he knew. "You," he said softly, one hand trailing down to Connor's sweatpants and a small thrill went through him when he felt that his cock was already half hard. He kept his forehead pressed against his shoulder as he gripped Connor through the soft fabric. "We can take a little break from work, right?" He felt a little naughy, touching without permission, but it had never backfired on him before and if the time came that Connor wanted to punish him for it, he'd happily take it. He wasn't even sure what he wanted right now, a quick blowjob, a hard and heavy fuck, a mutual masturbation; anything at all sounded good after the way Connor got him all hot and bothered.
The way he took initiative to grope him made Connor smile all over again, and he stroked Jacob’s wrist and hand to encourage him. He was horny too, and now that he knew his boy wanted him that badly, it was growing from a lowkey warmth into something more demanding. “Nothing wrong with a little break,” he murmured. Connor reached back with his free hand to caress Jacob’s hip and then around to his ass for a squeeze. He couldn’t see behind him, but he could feel Jacob’s head pressed against his back and it felt cute and hot at the sametime somehow. Connor gently pulled Jacob’s hand off of his cock and turned around to face him finally, draping his arms over the boy’s shoulders. Connor gave him a little half-smile. “Anything specific in mind?” he asked in a murmur, his fingers slipping into the hair at the back of Jacob’s neck to flex gently. He was feeling open to almost anything, and it was so rare for his boy to ask for anything, Connor wanted to hear him out.
"Just you," Jacob mumbled and he could feel the arousal overtaking his embarrassment, which gave him a sense of relief. Connor might enjoy watching him squirm but Jacob didn't really enjoy it, especially not when he wasn't getting fucked. Connor's delight did some nice things to him though so he supposed on some level he did like it. It was complicated, arousal was far easier to deal with. He slipped his arms around Connor's hips and pressed closer to him, letting their erections line up and rub together. That was the nice thing about the kind of pants they were both wearing today, they didn't provide much of a barrier and applying a little pressure revealed all. Jacob leaned in until their lips were almost touching too and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Connor's pants. "Can I have you?"
The way Jacob leaned in and held onto him and that low question made Connor’s stomach drop into a warmer state, and his cock twitched against the press of Jacob’s bulge. He’d really turned him on more than he’d known when he turned to walk out the door. Not that it was terribly surprising -- they made each other horny around the house pretty routinely. Connor loved it, he felt like he was thriving here. Jacob definitely made him feel more alive, that was for sure. He let out a thoughtful hum as he slid one of his hands down Jacob’s arm and then to his hip to pull him in more firmly. His other set of fingers curled around the chain at the back of his neck and pulled it a little tighter. “I think you can, you’ve been working so hard, and you ask like such a good boy,” he murmured, brushing their lips together a couple of times before he pressed in for a kiss. Connor wasn’t sure what exactly they would get up to yet, but it would be enjoyable no matter what.
It was a small miracle that they got anything done because Connor tended to turn Jacob on with just a glance or a smile and when he talked dirty, Jacob didn't stand a chance. The pull on his collar made his mind start feeling hazy like it always did when he slipped into a more submissive mindset and he moaned quietly into the kiss, gripping Connor's hips tightly. He didn't really want to go too deep into subspace today, he still had some work to do but at the same time it was so easy to get there with Connor, he knew all the buttons to push and even without trying, his presence alone tended to make Jacob melt into a puddle of subby feelings. He parted his lips to deepen the kiss, wanting to be closer, naked, plastered against Connor as much as humanly possible.
Connor didn’t plan on anything heavy and taxing at the moment, it was still early in the day and this vibe felt more spontaneous than hardcore. His boy wanted attention, so he was going to give it to him. Connor let both hands start wandering Jacob’s body over his clothes, stroking him while their tongues teased together, until he finally slipped his fingers underneath Jacob’s waistband. He pulled his hips back a bit as he reached down to caress his erection, the hot skin sliding smoothly under his fingers. Just as Jacob was slipping into a more submissive state of mind, Connor’s dom space was kicking in, and he got a heady rush of power. “Always so quick to get hard for me,” he murmured against Jacob’s lips. Even in the face of a topic he didn’t like, Connor could turn him on. It made him feel like he could make Jacob like anything, and that appealed to part of him, ethics aside.
Jacob arched against him with a soft moan of agreement because yes, he knew damn well how easily he could bend however Connor wanted him to and getting hard for him was a natural reaction for Jacob. "Just for you," he whispered as he so often did when they were together, a reminder that he belonged to Connor and only Connor. It wasn't just empty words either, he couldn't imagine submitting like this to anyone else nor could he imagine loving anyone else like this. Connor was the center of his universe and he was well aware of how dangerous that could be and how lucky he was that Connor was as kind as he was controlling. He could probably make Jacob come just like this if he wanted, quick and dirty standing in the doorway of their office, Jacob didn't even care what they did next, he was just hooked on the moment.
Knowing the kind of influence and control he had helped to keep Connor on the straight and narrow -- it wasn’t a responsibility he took lightly. He knew that many of his fantasies needed to stay just that, fantasies. They just served as fuel for moments like these, when he felt like he could mold Jacob into anything he wanted, and that turned him on something fierce. Luckily, the most Connor wanted to turn him into was a shivering puddle of pleasure. He let go of Jacob’s cock to push his pants down enough to be out of the way, then did the same to his own to free his cock too. Connor gave a little sigh of relief and gathered both of their cocks into his hand, the undersides pressed together. He stroked both of them a couple of times, then let go to put his hand under Jacob’s mouth. “Spit,” he murmured.
Fantasies were allowed to get dark, just like Jacob sometimes fantasised about Connor tying him up and then getting ten of his friends to take turns on him. It wasn't something he'd want in real life and in that fantasy all guys were somehow also Connor but fantasies were fun like that, they didn't have to be realistic and they didn't have to come true. He did as Connor told him, let saliva dribble into the palm of Connor's hand while maintaining eye contact, his hands resting lightly on Connor's hips now, eager to touch more but staying put through Jacob's willpower. He'd do what Connor told him to do and he'd already taken some liberties with that today.
God, those eyes always did him in. Connor’s heart had already picked up speed with arousal, but the way Jacob looked at him made it twist in a pleasant way in his chest. He added some of his own saliva to his palm, then reached down to take both their cocks in hand again. The slickness made his grip slide so much better over them, and Connor moaned softly as he kissed his boy again. He stroked them both for a moment or two, then pulled back and flashed his boy a smile. He caught Jacob’s wrist and pulled his hand in to put it on his cock. “Think you can make me come before I make you come?” he murmured, reaching for Jacob’s dick again.
Jacob almost said no because he was sure he was a lot more sensitive and easy to manipulate than Connor was, but he recognized a challenge when he heard one. "I can try," he replied with a little grin and brought his hand up to spit again as he accepted that challenge. It could end up nice and quick or Connor could torment him by outlasting him and making Jacob all but edge himself. Both sounded good at the moment, but then almost anything sounded good when he was this hard and he wasn't oblivious to the power Connor held over him there, how easily he could make him do all sorts of weird shit Jacob wasn't really into and he'd still do them because it was Connor. At least he was as hard as Jacob was so they were off to a fairly even start and Jacob loved the weight and thickness of his cock in his hand as he started stroking him.
Lightness seemed to fit the mood, and what was lighter than playing a game with each other? A game that ended in orgasms? Connor got his own palm a bit wetter and started stroking Jacob in return. He thought he knew how this was going to go, but Jacob’s hand on him did feel really good, so maybe he was wrong. Connor would be happy to be wrong. He rarely had Jacob finish him by hand, so he felt like he had an advantage ... but when did he not have an advantage? That was part of their whole deal. His breath already getting a bit heavier, Connor kissed his boy again, his free hand sliding up into the back of his hair again while he squeezed and stroked him. He wasn’t rushing, because he did want it to actually be enjoyable, and Jacob’s cock felt so hot and hard and perfect against his palm, needy for Connor.
Jacob wasn't terribly competitive to start with and it was easy to forget there was a race going on when he kissed him again. He knew he had more than a few disadvantages, like the fact he didn't often use his hand and he was far better with his mouth. Stroking Connor's cock was different from stroking his own down to the angle of it and he just hoped he was doing an okay job though it didn't exactly worry him. If he 'lost' he'd finish Connor off with his mouth, there were no losing situations here. For now he just enjoyed the feel of Connor's hand, how hard he was in Jacob's grip and the way kissing him always made him feel needy and mindless with lust.
The challenge was only a small part of the fun, and it was easy for Connor to forget too when Jacob’s hand on him felt so good. His mouth would be better, of course, and his ass even better than that, but sometimes it was nice to just fool around a little. They still had hours in the day for Connor to fuck his boy’s brains out. Right then he wanted to make Jacob come right there in the doorway, so horny over something almost embarrassing, and then have him suck Connor the rest of the way off. That was the plan, at least, but he was still enjoying the feel of Jacob’s grip around him, starting to rock his hips a bit into the friction as his tongue stroked against Jacob’s and his hand moved a bit faster over him.
Jacob soon remembered why he preferred beds for sex - or at the very least a wall to lean on - because he started feeling like he wasn't going to stay balanced for long as Connor worked his cock with expertise that had him reeling. He vaguely remembered he was supposed to be holding on but it just didn't seem to matter right now, not when Connor put just the right pressure on just the right places and Jacob felt like slumping against the doorframe to just enjoy it. He moaned into the kiss, gripping Connor's arm with his free hand mostly to support himself as he started bucking into his hand. He still stroked him back but it was a little more halting as it became harder to focus on anything but that sweet pressure building in his balls.
It wasn’t hard to figure out that Connor was getting him there, and he didn’t even mind that his end of the handjob got less pleasurable. It was still enjoyable -- Connor always got off to a certain degree on driving Jacob crazy with lust and pleasure. He liked the tight grip on his arm and the way he humped into his hand. Connor broke the kiss off to let them breathe, a lazy little grin crossing his face. “That feel good, baby?” he whispered, not really expecting an answer. He was getting enough of one already, and he felt like he was going to win this little game. Connor almost tossed in a tease about furry tails, but decided against it at the last moment. He just kept working Jacob’s cock, his thumb pressing in against the spot under the head, palm giving a twist at the highest point with every stroke. “Ask me to come,” Connor instructed softly. “Say please.”
"No," Jacob blurted out, Connor's instructions reminding him he wasn't supposed to come just yet and damn it it was way too late for that now. "Fuck," he whispered and pressed his face against Connor's shoulder before letting out a shaky little laugh. "Oh fuck, can I come, please, please." He was too close and he knew it, if Connor said no while he kept doing this, Jacob was going to come without permission. That could be fun too of course but in the heat of the moment Jacob wanted him to say yes so badly, his balls aching for release, his cock throbbing needily in Connor's grip. He was barely moving his own hand at all now, just gripped Connor's cock and every so often gave it a little squeeze or a stroke, too preoccupied by what was going on with his own body to focus on making Connor feel good.
Connor got a dominant thrill out of the note of desperation in Jacob’s voice. It felt just as good to have his needy boy as putty in his hands as it did to be jerked off. Not that Jacob was putting much effort into that anymore, which was fine by Connor. It was what he’d expected. He used his free hand to gently pull his cock out of Jacob’s grip, bringing it in closer to where he was stroking his boy. “Yes, you may, come for me,” he whispered back, his cheek tucked in against Jacob’s head. When Jacob began to do just that, Connor aimed him at his own cock, giving a low moan at the hot splash against his sensitive skin. He kept slowly stroking both of them, spreading Jacob’s cum over both of their cocks.
Jacob had expected to lose and he hadn't really minded the idea and he especially did not mind as he let go of that tension that had built so rapidly with Connor's words and teasing. Connor stroking both of them was infinitely hotter than mutual masturbation and the warm afterglow of his climax mixed quite happily with a different sort of arousal. "You win," he whispered when he caught his breath again, tilting his head to brush his lips against Connor's jaw line. "You never said what was on the line." He smiled faintly, easily able to guess what Connor would claim for his victory and Jacob couldn't imagine it being anything but things he wanted to give him anyway.
It was lovely to be standing so close to him when he came, to feel all of those little shivers and twitches Connor enjoyed drawing out of him. The way Jacob’s hands clutched at him was delicious. He eased off of stroking Jacob as he started to come down, but didn’t quite let go yet so he could feel him go soft. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what came next, and Connor could tell that Jacob knew too. Connor dipped his head in to nuzzle against Jacob’s cheek, giving a soft chuckle. “I didn’t ... but I think you ought to suck your mess off of my cock, don’t you?” he murmured, his tone warmly playful. He’d made the mess himself, but whatever, it was Jacob’s place to clean up, wasn’t it? Connor lifted his free hand to press gently on Jacob’s shoulder. “On your knees.”
It wasn't quite as pleasant to lick cooling cum off a cock as it was to swallow a hot burst of it but Jacob didn't mind, it'd be gone within seconds and then all he'd have was Connor's cock in his mouth and he did love that part more than he could say. "Yes, sir," he said with a sly little smile as he sank, keeping his gaze fixed on Connor's face right up until he felt the floor against his knees and was eye level with Connor's beautiful cock. He didn't hesitate to get his mouth on it, the longer he waited the less pleasant that first part was going to be, but like he predicted, it only took seconds before it was all just Connor's cock, hot and solid against his tongue. He stroked Connor's hips as he took him deeper, making sure to look up again when he pulled back to play with the head of his cock.
The slight grossness of it was part of the whole appeal to Connor, because he knew Jacob would do what he said without question, especially right then. Connor watched his boy kneel with heavy-lidded eyes, liking how he kept looking up at him with those big beautiful eyes. It made him idly wonder what they would look like with eyeliner, maybe some shading. Jacob was just so pretty. Feminizing him didn’t interest Connor, but everybody looked good with some eye makeup, didn’t they? The thought floated away fairly quickly as Jacob took his cock between his lips, and that lovely sensation overrode everything else. He let out a soft groan as his boy got to work, dark lashes fluttering closed only briefly. Connor slid his fingers into Jacob’s hair to stroke and flex, cock twitching happily against his tongue.
Jacob lived for that subtle change in Connor's expression, where it softened a little and his eyes seemed to get a little darker. He ended up closing his own eyes after a moment anyway, focusing on the feel of Connor's cock and on taking it deep in his throat without gagging. He felt more secure doing this than giving him a hand job, knowing he was good at it and that Connor liked it so it wasn't quite as intimidating and now his own orgasm was out of the way so he was not as easy to distract. This new arousal he felt had nothing to do with needing physical release, it was all emotional, a need to please and to be close to Connor. He rubbed his tongue against the tip of his cock before flattening it as he took him in deep again, sucking a little harder and slipping one hand down to fondle his balls.
Connor always appreciated how Jacob stayed engaged and enthused even after he’d gotten to come -- it was one of the reasons Connor didn’t edge the hell out of him all the time and make him wait to go last. It made Connor feel loved in the weirdest way, reinforcing that Jacob’s attraction to him had little to do with the physical pleasure he received. It was a powerful turn on to the dom in him, and it just always felt so right, like everything else with Jacob. Connor relaxed completely into what his boy was doing for him, finally letting his head fall back and his eyes close as that pleasure-pressure in his balls got heavier and more intense. His boy knew how to suck his cock, that was for damn sure. “Yes, baby,” he whispered, drifting his fingers through Jacob’s hair as he looked down at him again. “Fuck, you’re so good at that. And so fucking pretty ...” Connor stroked the side of his face for a moment, enjoying feeling the motion of his jaw.
Jacob was beyond addicted to every praise Connor gave him. It wasn't like he was starved of it, Connor was always telling him something sweet, but he couldn't get too much of it. He thought he could look pretty in the right light and at the right angle and wearing the right clothes but he didn't feel pretty most of the time, except when Connor looked at him like that, murmured sweet compliments to him, told him he was pretty. Fuck he felt pretty and good at this and amazing, like none of his usual bullshit was ever in the room with them when they had sex. There was no room for it, their love and their lust took too much space. He could have melted when Connor stroked his face, letting out a content little moan as he glanced up at Connor through his lashes. He could feel Connor getting closer but he didn't care how long this took, it was a very good place to be.
By now Connor was very familiar with Jacob’s issues, and as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t fix those for him. But he could stay consistent and vocal about his opinion that Jacob was drop-dead gorgeous and a true catch, and maybe someday his boy would believe it too. He always seemed confident in these moments, completely surrendered to Connor’s will, comfortable in his place. Connor groaned deeper as that restless feeling in his core grew stronger under all of the pleasure. The hand in Jacob’s hair slid down to stroke the other side of his face, just touching for a moment before he put some pressure against Jacob’s temples to hold him still as his hips started to rock. Connor just couldn’t keep still anymore, the instinct to thrust too strong now. He kept it slow at first, hissing in a slow breath as he relished the slide of Jacob’s lips around him.
Jacob easily melted into that submissive space where he was more than happy to let Connor take over the control and use his mouth however he saw fit. He kept his grip on his balls soft, kneading gently in time with Connor's movements and every so often moaning quietly around his cock. He could feel the change as Connor neared his climax, the tightness of his balls, the twitching of his cock and the amount of precum pooling on his tongue before he swallowed it down and as Connor picked up speed, he let himself relax into it, opening his throat, breathing through his nose as he clung to Connor's hip without trying to guide him.
He was perfect, as always, and it didn’t take Connor long to work himself up to his edge, especially given all the fun teasing beforehand. He didn’t try to drag it out much, only slowing down once before he let himself ride the wave of pleasure all the way. Connor gasped and groaned, his hips jerking and his cock flexing on Jacob’s tongue as he came. He pushed himself deep for a moment, the tightness of Jacob’s throat around his cock giving him a full body shiver before he pulled back to let him breathe. Once the biggest of the aftershocks were fading, Connor let out a soft huff of a laugh and stroked his fingers through Jacob’s hair again. “God, you’re so good to me,” he murmured with adoration in his tone.
Jacob wiped at his eyes and face because gagging did leave some mess behind, but then he grinned up at Connor happily. "You deserve only the best," he murmured, hugging Connor's thighs for a moment and pressing a kiss to his cock before slowly getting to his feet again. "Maybe now we can focus," he said cheekily, even if he wasn't all that sure that was the case. He could still taste Connor on his tongue and he was still feeling a little hazy and submissive, even if the physical need for release had passed. He couldn't help but think that he was very thankful for the fact that he hadn't started the strange little commission that had inadvertently set this little encounter off and he really hoped that when he did start to draw some detailed fox dick it wouldn't remind him of Connor's teasing and get him all worked up. He did not need to get a weird new fetish started.
Connor gave him a sturdy hand up, then wrapped his arms around Jacob to pull him in close. They were still partly dressed and standing up so he wasn’t going to cling for long so they could get comfortable again, but he just had to hold his boy for a moment. He let out a soft chuckle and kissed the side of Jacob’s face, giving the back of his neck a firm squeeze. “I dunno, I felt pretty damned focused,” he murmured, well aware that Jacob meant on work. But there was nothing wrong with taking a sex break, was there? It kind of made him wish he worked from home too, so he could have this all the time. That was the glutton in him. Connor pulled back enough to kiss him properly, his thumb rubbing the spot just under Jacob’s ear. “Breaks are good for the artistic flow, right?” He flashed a smile.
"Especially breaks like this one," Jacob replied, tilting his head a bit into the gentle touching. It might take him a few minutes to get back into his work but it had been worth it and it was better than the alternative where he couldn't focus at all because he was too wound up. He held onto Connor for a little longer, closing his eyes momentarily to soak in the closeness and good feelings. "Do you have a lot of work to do?" he asked then. "We could go out for lunch maybe." The weather lately had sucked but it seemed to be a brighter day and Jacob was itching to leave the house so it was kind of perfect that Connor had the day off when the rain finally stopped.
“I definitely don’t have too much work to go to lunch,” Connor told him. There was still a couple hours’ worth to do, but the day was still young. They could go out, enjoy the fresh air and weather, then both finish up their work in the afternoon. He kissed his boy softly a couple of times, then let him go and stepped back a bit to hike his pants back up into place. “You want to go now? Or get started on that commission first?” he asked with a teasing little smirk. He didn’t want Jacob to pick up any furry kinks either, but some part of him couldn’t help but enjoy the thought of his boy getting aroused against his will.
"Oh I'm not starting that with you in the house," Jacob told him firmly. "I'm sticking to the fully clothed pirate girl until you're back at work." Even if Connor didn't tease him about it more, he knew how easily having him close would turn into a distraction of the kind that he really didn't need when drawing something like that. A cock was a cock, after all, and he didn't need to be thinking about Connor's while drawing. "I'm not really hungry though so we could go after one when it's a little less busy?" He smiled and snuck a kiss on Connor's lips before pulling back a little and in a way it was like nothing had happened. Connor was going for coffee, Jacob had gotten up too, they were both fully dressed and Jacob's blood was cooling again. It was a little surreal and a whole lot of fun.
The first part made Connor laugh in a good natured way, then he nodded to the question as he kissed Jacob back. “Of course,” he said. He wasn’t starving either, even though sex usually made him a bit peckish. This one hadn’t been very physically demanding. But he did want to fuel up before he had another go at his delicious boy. “You want anything from the kitchen?” he asked, picking up his coffee mug again. He still wanted a refill, and found it adorably convenient that this little interlude hadn’t even diverted his path all that much. Casual quickies were truly one huge perk of living together.
"Some water would be nice, thank you," Jacob replied and he did love how domestic it felt so quickly after a heated moment. It was exciting to think that if someone came over they might not realize what had just happened, or was Jacob still a little flushed? Did he smell like sex? Wondering made him a little giddy and he licked his lips to see if he could still taste Connor there as he strolled back to his desk. Yes, he was thankful he hadn't started the commission that inadvertently set off this whole thing or else he'd forever associate hotness with some random horny fox. God he hoped he wouldn't when he eventually got to it. At least Connor was quick to push those thoughts from his mind and turn his whole focus on the here and now so maybe Jacob wasn't too much at risk for developing a weird new fetish.