Who: Jacob and Connor When: Noon - afternoon, Thursday, June 14 Where: Home Status: Complete, part 2 Warning: NSFW
Special clothes were fun sometimes, enhancements to enjoy before they got stripped off, but there was nothing wrong with this either. The domesticity of turning his boy on in the most mundane circumstances appealed to Connor. He loved having the sense that Jacob was just a few touches away from being hard and horny and needy. He was Connor’s to toy with wherever and whenever he wanted, which included where they were both the most comfortable. Connor ran his hands over the firm curves of Jacob’s body over all the cotton for a moment, gazing up into those lovely black-rimmed eyes as he relaxed into it himself. He wet his lips as he dipped under Jacob’s shirt, caressing bare skin on his waist and up his back, his movements still slow and indulgent. Connor felt that warmth in his belly start spreading into his cock as he brushed thumbs over Jacob’s nipples, then pinched them between his fingers to tug Jacob closer. “Kiss me,” he murmured.
Jacob was fixated on how good it looked when Connor's tongue ran over his lips and the quiet request was what he'd been waiting for. He happily obliged, the pull on his nipples sending an intense rush of arousal through his body. He could almost feel Connor's hands still on him where he'd touched him so far, wanting more of that, hungry for every touch he could get but the kiss alone was enough too, easy to get lost in as he pressed his lips to Connor's, then parted them to lick at his mouth in a quiet plea for more. He reached up to stroke his cheek, the shape of Connor's jaw so familiar to him now. He couldn't imagine touching someone else like this, learning a new face, going through all the insecurities and jitters that came with dating. He loved this face so much, loved all of Connor so much, it took his breath away.
Connor didn’t hesitate to part his lips to get a better taste of Jacob. He’d never expected to find this kind of chemistry and compatibility with someone, especially not someone as young as Jacob, and especially not in Point Pleasant. Sometimes it all felt too good to be true, but they’d been through so much together already, Connor knew what they had was real and genuine. This was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life, love and protect and fuck his boy until he was far too old to be called a boy anymore. He didn’t know if that was how their futures would play out, Jacob still had a lot of time to decide on a long-term partner, but Connor still hoped for it. Connor kissed him deep as he stroked his hands over more of Jacob’s torso under his shirt, letting out a soft grunt against his lips. Finally his fingers found the hem of the t-shirt and Connor started to pull it up, breaking the kiss to make room to get it off.
Jacob moved to accommodate, raising his arms and tugging the t-shirt the rest of the way to discard it. He didn't wrap his arms around Connor again, instead he let his hands slide down over his shoulders and down to his chest, rubbing gently through the fabric. "You are so sexy," he whispered. "I can't believe you're mine." The reminder was there, in Connor's eyes and the band around his wrist and Jacob felt a faint blush creep up to his cheeks. It was usually Connor who did the praising and Jacob still felt shy about it sometimes but Connor deserved to hear it too and sometimes the feeling just got too big to keep it in, even if it was hard to speak it. "I can't believe I'm yours," he added with a little smile, hunger in his eyes as he looked Connor's face over. He was the best thing that had ever happened to Jacob, a bright beacon in a dark sea of trauma and loneliness and the fact Jacob was also absolutely ridiculously turned on by him was at times just a huge bonus.
He loved to hear affirmations just as much as anyone else, and Connor’s chest gave a sweet sort of squeeze. He felt the exact same thing for Jacob, and it was always so validating to hear him say things like that unprompted. Connor gazed back at him, the scrutiny making him feel a little self-conscious, but not in a bad way. Sometimes he needed that feeling. His hands stroked slowly up and down Jacob’s arms, light enough to draw goosebumps out of his skin. “I feel so goddamn lucky every time I look at you,” he murmured back. “You make me so happy.” Connor’s fingers dipped inward to lightly graze against the skin right above the waistband of Jacob’s pants. They would be coming off in the near future, but there was nothing wrong with taking their time and infusing it all with love.
"You deserve every ounce of it," Jacob whispered and lightly pulled at Connor's shirt, more pawing at it than making any grand gesture to get it off of him. He leaned in to kiss him again, pausing just a second for permission before pressing their lips together hungrily. Pawing paid off, even if it wasn't very pointed, and he gradually nudged Connor's undershirt up enough to slip his hands underneath the fabric, caressing his chest and sides and in doing so, pushing the shirt up higher. He was hyper aware of where Connor's hands were but he too didn't feel rushed, just hungry for touches and kisses, addicted to the taste and textures of Connor's skin and mouth.
Connor wasn’t sure what he deserved, or if people even got what they deserved, but he was going to appreciate the hell out of Jacob anyway. Which was easy to do in moments like these. Connor let himself get lost in kissing his boy, drinking in every detail -- not exactly like it was the first time, but close. He savored it even more now, the taste and feel of Jacob was familiar but no less exciting. Nipping at his bottom lip with a low groan, Connor sat forward so Jacob could peel his shirt all the way off. He didn’t let their lips stay parted for long, kissing Jacob deep again as he wrapped his arms around him to pull him in tight. Connor caressed his back and squeezed him, that intensely possessive feeling expanding in his chest.
Connor didn't need physical strength to be in control, his voice and personality was enough to make Jacob feel owned and treasured - and on occasion when the mood hit; a little nervous - but it felt oh so good to be gripped like that, held and possessed and reminded physically of where he belonged. He moaned quietly into the kiss as he pressed closer to Connor, grinding his hips a little for that sweet friction as his cock grew harder and heavier. He ran his fingers through Connor's hair, then kept them there, holding onto the back of his head with affection and a little bit of possessive feelings himself.
It was probably a little strange, but sometimes Connor’s dominance felt like a desire to crush Jacob with all of his strength, like he could hold him tight enough to keep him close forever. He would never really try that, the last thing Connor wanted to do was actually hurt him, but he still felt the compulsion in moments like these. It felt so good to feel the warm resistance of a body he loved so well in his arms. And the way Jacob moved against him was so fucking enticing. Connor’s cock was already throbbing with impatience. He slid his hands down into the back of Jacob’s waistband to grip his bare ass, kneading a bit while the intense kiss slowly drove them both crazy. His willpower to draw it all out was wearing thin, Connor wanted them both naked soon.
Jacob moaned again at that more intimate touch, this time a little needier as he pushed back into Connor's grip. He wanted to somehow get his clothes off without any effort and simply let Connor slip his cock inside him in this very position but reality was just a little more boring than that. Still, the thought of it was a powerful turn-on and he nibbled gently on Connor's lips rather than break the kiss as he murmured a hoarse, "I want you so bad." It felt like such an understatement, words couldn't really convey just how hot he burned for Connor and sometimes he felt that desire in not the healthiest ways either. If Connor told him he wanted to crush him, it would only turn him on more; if Connor wanted to hurt him, Jacob would let him. A lot of it had to do with the fact that he trusted him not to, it was safe to be turned on by it, perfectly okay to dream about it and imagine it because Connor would never cross a line. So why was it so fucking hot thinking about him doing that? Jacob didn't know why he was the way he was, he was just happy he'd found someone who complimented not only that part of him but the rest of him as well.
Wanting ‘so bad’ felt like a massive understatement to Connor, but it often did. A lot of times there weren’t any words for how he felt about his boy, all of them were too pale and weak. Connor wanted to crush him, mold him, somehow fuse the two of them together at a molecular level. That was what that pressure inside of him felt like, anyway. He kept himself in close control so he didn’t hurt Jacob, but sometimes it was a struggle not to push those boundaries too far. For the moment, Connor pulled his hands out of the back of Jacob’s pants to wrap both arms around him to squeeze tight. It was a hard embrace but he kept it brief so Jacob could breathe. Then Connor broke their kiss off and sat back, a little flushed and breathless, and a lot aroused. “Show me,” he murmured, pushing a bit at Jacob’s thighs. “Get up, show me how hard you are for me.”
Jacob could feel the heat coming off Connor, drawing him in like gravity and making it just a little difficult to actually do as he was told and put some distance between them. He shuffled back until he could stand, slipped his pants down far enough that he could let them drop and resisted the urge to touch his cock by putting his hands behind his back and hooking his fingers together. His cock didn't need any encouragement, it was nearly at full mast, jutting out as if it was reaching for Connor and Jacob could feel it getting harder just from being watched. He could still feel the ghost of Connor's squeeze, a tingle in his arms and back that reminded him of the aftermath of rope play in a way and that along with the dark look in Connor's eyes had him deliciously nervous. "If I get any harder it'll hurt," he said quietly and while that was an exaggeration, it turned him on.
It turned Connor on too. Looking at Jacob in the nude in almost any context was a turn on, in spite of how long they’d lived together now. But there was something extra special hot about the way he held his hands behind him, how his cock stood at an even stiffer attention, and the teasing vulnerability in his words. Connor licked his lips as he let his gaze roam over his boy from head to toe. “Then it’ll just have to hurt,” he said softly as his eyes came back to Jacob’s. He shifted his hips and hooked his thumbs into the waistbands of his pants and underwear, glad he’d changed into comfortable clothes when they’d gotten home. Connor pushed them both down and kicked them off to set his own aching cock free. “Don’t touch it,” he murmured as he relaxed back against the couch. Connor wrapped his hand around himself and slowly started to stroke, gazing at Jacob’s body like it was his own personal porn. He knew how torturous it was for Jacob just to watch him pleasure himself, unable to do anything for either one of them until given permission ... that was the point. Part of it, anyway.
It didn't hurt yet, but Jacob's breath caught in his throat a few times as he watched Connor touch himself, his gaze fixed on the way the loose skin of his cock moved under his hand. He could practically taste it, his mouth watering and his own cock twitching with the desire to feel that same touch. He didn't complain, at least not for a while, longer than he wanted to but after a few moments he huffed a soft breath and whispered, "This is a bit cruel." He smiled faintly to let Connor know it wasn't really terribly - just almost. His cock felt heavy and neglected even if Connor hadn't made him wait long and hell, it had been his own choice not to touch, Connor hadn't given him a command, but the way he was looking at Jacob's body was command enough. Jacob was there for his pleasure, he wouldn't touch himself without permission.
It felt good to play with his cock, of course, but Connor had no intention of finishing himself off. He was just enjoying the sensations while he waited for Jacob to say something. He’d expected more of a ‘please’ or even some lowkey begging, but he could work with those words too. Connor’s hand slowed to a stop around his cock and he raised an eyebrow at Jacob, his expression a mix of dark and playful. “Was that a complaint?” he asked. Connor spread his knees further apart and pointed at the carpet between his feet. “Come here, on your knees. You can lick my balls if you’re going to whine, make your mouth more useful.” The words were a little mean, but the soft velvety way they came out of Connor’s mouth carried his intentions along with them. He knew Jacob sometimes liked to be put in his place -- which was to be used for Connor’s pleasure, yes, but only in moments like this one.
Jacob got to his knees, maybe a bit too eagerly, shuffling forward until he was between Connor's legs. One thing he was finally beginning to learn was that if he wasn't in the mood for mean, he could say something. He'd just never had to so far, Connor had never pushed him when he wasn't in the mood and he did like being put in his place. It would have been so easy to straddle Connor's lap again and quietly ask for things to be soft tonight, but Jacob didn't want to. He did what he was told, lightly brushing his fingers up along Connor's thigh as he leaned forward and licked his balls, gently sucking the soft, loose skin into his mouth. He wanted to touch himself too, but he could be patient, he could ask for that in a minute or two, once he'd appeased Connor.
His sense of empathy was a big part of Connor’s competence as a dom, and he’d learned to read Jacob pretty well by this point. The fact that he’d said anything told Connor that he wasn’t into being neglected tonight, no matter how playfully. That was all right, Connor was not opposed to giving him more to do. Just the sight of Jacob kneeling between his thighs was delicious, and Connor let out a heavier breath when he felt lips and tongue on his balls. They drew upward a bit under the attention. “That’s it, that’s my boy,” he whispered, moving his free hand to run fingers through Jacob’s hair. Connor kept stroking his cock for a moment, then dipped that hand down closer to Jacob’s mouth. “Spit,” he murmured, already slipping his thumb between those pretty lips. He didn’t intend to finish himself off, but he did want to stroke himself with Jacob’s tongue on his balls for a little bit longer.
Jacob didn't spit right away, sucking gently on Connor's thumb first before getting it nice and wet. He dug his fingers into Connor's thighs in an effort not to move his hands down to take care of himself, then spit into Connor's hand and watched a bit greedily as he moved it back to his cock. His orders were clear and he still stole a little swipe at the base of Connor's cock before focusing on his balls again, letting out a soft moan as he felt the skin tighten and pull under his tongue. It wasn't a big act of defiance, that stolen little lick, but it still made him feel a little mischievous and he tilted his head to glance up at Connor, wondering if he'd even given it any thought.
The thumb sucking felt good, as did that naughty little lick. Connor wasn’t going to admonish him, but he did give a knowing little smirk when Jacob met his eyes. All slicked up now, his fingers glided smoothly up and down his cock, and Connor lingered there for a few moments, enjoying the flick of Jacob’s tongue against his sensitive skin. He did realize he was being selfish, Jacob had been vocal about wanting him a while ago and he wasn’t even letting him touch himself yet. Connor flexed his grip in Jacob’s hair briefly, then let him go and patted one of his thighs. “Come back up here, baby,” he murmured. “I want to see that hard cock again.”
Jacob eagerly complied because even if he'd been enjoying himself, he was craving more and starting to feel a little desperate to release some of that pressure building in his balls. If not release, then some reprieve, some pleasure and he knew Connor would give him that. He straddled Connor's lap, close up to his body so he could press his aching cock against his stomach, if only for a brief moment before Connor would remind him he wanted to see it. It felt good, rubbing against Connor's warm skin, and Jacob knew it would take more willpower than he had to pull back, at least not without Connor's to remind him. "Want you," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around Connor's neck and brushed his lips against his, not really caring if he was pushing limits. They hadn't set rules for tonight and he was burning up with need.
The way Jacob immediately plastered his body against Connor’s was delightful, even if it was a little naughty. That was part of the appeal. He chuckled, soft and deep, then claimed Jacob’s mouth in a deep kiss. Connor ran his hands down the boy’s back to knead his ass some more, pulling him in tight. He loved feeling that hot, needy cock straining against him, and the hunger in the way Jacob’s hips moved. Connor broke their kiss briefly as he lifted one hand to his mouth and got his fingers wet with saliva. Gazing into his boy’s eyes, he reached around again to rub those fingers down the cleft of Jacob’s ass until he was gently massaging his opening. Connor wanted him too, and his cock flexed between them, eager to be deep inside Jacob’s heat.
Jacob pushed back against his fingers, eager to get them inside him and even more eager to get Connor's cock inside him. That need was evident in the way he kissed him again, unable to keep that eye-contact going for long, not with how needy he felt, how ready he was to open up and take all of what Connor had to give him. The windows behind him were long forgotten, the worry from earlier buried in a dopy haze and all he could think about now was Connor's hands on him and Connor's tongue in his mouth. He'd always loved the idea of belonging to someone, of being used, owned, bossed around. He'd never truly thought about how much he himself was capable of desiring that same someone, how hot his arousal could burn and how possessive he too could feel.
The needy desperation turned Connor on even further, if such a thing was possible. He loved knowing his boy wanted him so badly, loved pushing him to that point. Driving Jacob crazy was one of his favorite things to do, and he’d learned exactly how to accomplish it. Picking up on his cues, Connor put more pressure behind the touch, pushing until he felt Jacob’s body open for him. Connor slid one finger into him, then followed up with the second soon after. He knew how quickly Jacob’s ass could warm up for sex, and he was starting to feel impatient himself. Connor kissed him hungrily, moaning low at how hot it was to penetrate his boy even that much. “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock,” he murmured in between kisses.
The words as much as that moan sent a rush through Jacob that made him feel like he was vibrating on the inside, his stomach clenching and his chest feeling tight. He smiled into the next kiss, squirming a bit back against Connor's hand. His fingers might not match his cock in intensity but Jacob was feeling sensitive and riled up and they felt so good he thought he could come just like this; with Connor fucking his fingers inside him and Jacob's cock caught between their bodies. "Do you wanna fuck me like this?" he breathed, nibbling on Connor's bottom lip before licking at his mouth again. "Want me to ride you? I'll do anything you want." If Connor wanted to flip him over and fuck him into the cushions, that was more than okay with Jacob, but he was also loving this position and he didn't often enjoy being on top, preferring to give up control and just take it.
Even with Jacob on top, Connor felt far from passive. But he did enjoy watching his boy fuck himself on his cock sometimes, and now seemed like a good night for it. The way Jacob was moving, he was hungry for it, and Connor was sure it would be a good ride. Considering the fact that they didn’t have any lube on hand, it was probably best that Jacob control the pacing anyway. The nip to his lip sent a happy little shiver through him and Connor gave a little grumble and pushed his fingers deeper into Jacob, stretching him open. “Yes,” he breathed back. “Sit on my cock, I want to feel you deep.” He might get too restless to stay there and end up bending Jacob over the arm of the couch or something, but it was a damn hot place to start. Connor already wanted to get his hand around Jacob’s hardon and feel it jerk in his grip.
Jacob moaned again, both at Connor's words and the way he pressed his fingers in deep, teasing at his prostate and working him open. He felt more than ready to take his cock, had been ready all damn day for that matter if not for the rude interruption that he barely remembered now. "Give it to me," he whispered and leaned back as he pressed himself closer, reaching behind him to find Connor's cock and rub it against his ass cheek next to where Connor's fingers were toying with him. "Please," he added with an impish smile, realizing how demanding he sounded and while he didn't think Connor cared today, it was the principle of the thing and Jacob hadn't forgotten his place. He felt like he could though, completely forget every little rule the longer Connor played with him and the more he could control his own pleasure simply by rubbing up against Connor's body.
That made Connor smirk. “That’s my boy,” he murmured. He pulled his fingers free and helped get some more slick saliva onto his cock, then let Jacob take the reins. Connor gripped his hip with one hand, the other falling to loosely curl around Jacob’s stiff cock. He lightly teased his fingers over it as his boy got them lined up and started to take him. Connor let out a low groan at that first tight squeeze, his thighs tensing under Jacob’s. His gaze crawled slowly over him, from his face down to where they were slowly coming together, and it took some real effort not to push up and rush him. That feeling of being gradually enveloped by heat was too good not to savor.
Jacob wasn't often in charge of the pace but he was happy to have it now since they didn't have much in the way of lubrication handy. He could still take it, but slow was better to start with and he too liked savoring that slow stretch as Connor's cock gradually got deeper inside of him. His breath hitched at the sensation and he gave Connor a dopey little smile, loving the way he was practically devouring him with his eyes. There was no feeling quite like being desired by Connor and coupled with his hand on his cock and his cock deep inside him, Jacob was in heaven. He shuddered a little when Connor was fully within him, stopping there to kiss him again as he adjusted and enjoyed the sensation. It didn't take much getting used to and within seconds he felt like moving again, slowly arching up, just to feel that slight friction of Connor moving inside of him.
Connor’s mouth was hungry and possessive on Jacob’s, putting the energy into the kiss that he couldn’t put into his hips quite yet. God, that tight squeeze around his cock felt fantastic, and it was getting harder to keep things patient and slow. That was always part of the appeal for Connor though -- keeping control over himself too. It was a knot of tension in his core that he much preferred to the other types of tension he usually carried around. This one would release in a burst of pleasure, at least. When Jacob moved, Connor groaned against his mouth, the loose grip around his cock shifting downward to toy with his balls a little. He let his other hand roam over his boy’s skin, caressing the curves and lines of his body, squeezing muscle here and there and tweaking his nipples a bit as they kissed.
Jacob moaned again, a little louder and less controlled. It was getting harder to keep his eyes open with every sensation making his body feel more heated and desperate and he started moving with more purpose, letting Connor's cock slip out a few inches before pressing back down to take it back in. He changed the angle too, finding one where every shallow thrust felt better and better, pressing up against sensitive nerve endings. It was intensely self indulgent and he knew it, moving in ways that sparked his own pleasure more than Connor's but it wasn't often he had much control and like everything else so far, it just felt deliciously naughty. "Fuck, I love your cock," he breathed, forcing his eyes open to look at Connor, feeling practically drugged now by all the touching and the way Connor's hands always seemed to find his more sensitive spots.
The longer Jacob was self indulgent, the longer fucking him was going to last, so Connor wasn’t complaining. It felt damn good already, and gave him plenty of opportunity to molest his boy. Connor always got more pleasure out of Jacob enjoying himself than being selfish anyway, no matter what it looked like on the surface. “And it loves you,” he murmured deeply back, meeting Jacob’s gaze. He rocked his hips just a bit to push his cock in deeper. One hand came up to hook around the back of Jacob’s neck to squeeze, while the other found his straining shaft again to lightly stroke it with his fingertips. “God, you’re so beautiful,” Connor breathed. “It makes me want to fill you to the brim with my cum.”
Jacob let out a low keening sound at those words, biting his lip as he gave Connor a dazed grin. "I want you to," he murmured then and god, Connor made him feel beautiful, made him want to show off and all but dance on his lap as he arched back into the grip on his neck, grinding down against Connor. He let his eyes flutter shut again, his face going slack as that friction got more and more pleasurable, making his cock twitch and his balls tighten. He could feel his collar dig into his skin under Connor's palm, a delicious reminder of who and what he was to him. His breathing was getting more rapid, shallow and fast and loud, his thighs shaking a bit every time he pushed himself up off Connor's lap. Sex like this was one of the rare times he wished he was in even better shape so he could do gymnastic feats in bed and impress the hell out of his dom.
The more Jacob moved, the better it felt, and Connor groaned freely as his boy worked his cock. He looked so damn good doing it too, he wondered vaguely why he didn’t allow this to happen more often. He could still be demanding from the more passive position, and he felt it as he watched Jacob’s lithe body move. Connor hooked his fingers into the chain around Jacob’s neck to pull it tighter against his throat. They weren’t playing hard, so he left the boy room to breathe, but Connor wanted him to feel it. He spit into his other hand and wrapped it around Jacob’s cock, relishing how hard and needy it was. He didn’t stroke yet, just let Jacob’s motions create the friction, but he held him in a good grip. “Fuck yes,” Connor breathed to him, staring at him with hazy eyes. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby.”
Jacob moaned again, doubling his efforts at Connor's whisper and with Connor's hand on his cock it gave him all the more reason to really work his hips. Every jerk of his hips made something hit all the right spots and he was quickly forgetting to put on a show, the grinding of his hips becoming more of a desperate rutting to feel good. The tightness on his throat just elevated the whole experience, not allowing him to move his face close to Connor's again but reminding him exactly where he belonged and the power Connor had over him. That alone was a powerful turn-on and his moans got a little more frantic and desperate as he felt his pleasure start getting out of control. "Can I come?" he breathed, barely a whisper, barely audible but he knew Connor could hear him and if the answer was no, Jacob wasn't so sure he could stop himself - Connor would have to do it for him.
The more desperate Jacob got, the hotter it was for Connor, and even though he wasn’t bouncing high for those long thrusts, his needy movements felt goddamn good. The hardness of Jacob’s cock in his fist and the full body strain were clues that he was getting closer, and that final desperate question made Connor’s breath catch in his throat. It was very nearly enough to send him over his own edge, but not quite. He wanted Jacob limp and boneless for that, completely relented to Connor’s will. The fastest way to get him there was to let him empty his balls. It was tempting to say no, take his hand away, make Jacob wait, but he was attempting to be nice tonight. So instead, Connor tightened his grip and began vigorously stroking all of Jacob’s cock, not just teasing the shaft. “Yes,” he murmured his answer, still staring at his boy’s beautiful face. “Come for me, now.”
A no followed by that same firm grip would have been a recipe for disobedience so Jacob was more than a little relieved he had permission and that relief was soon completely forgotten and washed away by waves of pleasure that rendered him brainless for a good long moment, writhing and moaning on Connor's lap. He wanted to ride it out longer, wanted it to last for maybe even hours but he was gone within seconds, his cock twitching and releasing in Connor's grip as his fingers dug into Connor's shoulders and his body squeezed around him. On some level he knew - or hoped - Connor was still watching him, could see his face in his mind's eye, expression hungry and eyes dark. There was nothing that turned him on more these days than Connor's hunger for him, his control and his approval. He kept moving even as the last of the shudders died down, aware Connor hadn't come yet and eager to get him there.
Connor was absolutely watching him, not about to miss the beautiful show that was happening on his lap. He loosened his grip on Jacob’s collar a bit to let him breathe as he squirmed, but kept hold of it enough to still be felt. Connor murmured some encouragement and praise as he stroked Jacob through his orgasm, feeling the hot splash of cum on his stomach and chest. God, how he fucking loved to see his boy overwhelmed with pleasure. And to feel it, because all of that clenching and rocking got him closer and closer to his own climax. Once Jacob had emptied himself, Connor let his cock go and moved both hands to his hips instead. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured darkly up to him. Jacob was beautiful to him all the time, of course, but especially in those purely mindless moments. Connor shifted his legs a bit to get more leverage, and used his grip on Jacob’s pelvis to start bouncing him with harder thrusts, craving more of that tight friction around his cock.
Jacob clung to him and moved with him, even as he got more and more sensitive to each thrust and his legs felt like they were turning to jelly. Without Connor holding onto his collar he let himself slump forward, wrapping his arms around Connor's neck and mewling soft moans into his ear. He felt spent but at the same time he thought Connor could wring another orgasm out of him if he wanted to but it would take time and probably a little pain to get there. "Fuck me," he groaned breathlessly. "Oh my god... fuck..." His fingers tangled in Connor's hair, pulling and squeezing as he paid as close attention as he could to all the little signs that Connor was getting closer.
The sounds Jacob made and the helpless way he fell against him spurred Connor on, and he groaned deeply while the tension in his balls wound tighter. He may have been the one in control, but he also felt completely helpless to the pleasure and how his delicious boy made him feel. Hearing Jacob beg to be fucked pushed him closer to his peak, and Connor’s body went taut as he pounded up into his boy. A few breathy curses crossed his lips, and then he shuddered hard, fingers digging into Jacob’s hips as he slammed their bodies together a few more times while he came. Everything was bliss for a couple of beautiful moments. Connor groaned deep in his chest, his spine still shivering and his cock twitching inside of Jacob as his body started to unclench. He slid his arms around his boy, breathing hard and a little dizzy.
For a long while Jacob stayed right the way he was, his face buried against Connor's neck as he listened to his harsh breathing slowly calming down. He liked the sensation of his cock eventually going soft inside of him, it felt intimate and gentle in a way he couldn't quite articulate and he was in no rush to get moving. He pressed little kisses on Connor's neck, a dazed little smile on his lips as the two of them cooled down. He never could have imagined someone's embrace could make him feel this safe and loved and the calm of just sitting there as the minutes ticked by in silence was pretty amazing. Eventually he pulled back to brush his lips against Connor's cheek, arching his neck to look at him. "Do you want to take a bath with me?" he murmured, eager to stay close and naked for a little while longer even if his body felt like getting clean again.
Connor similarly enjoyed that calm afterglow, his arms draped around his boy as they relaxed together. He’d had good moments before with lovers, of course, full of quiet satisfaction. But Connor had never felt this kind of contentment. Not only was his body sated, he felt like all of his needs were seen and understood and fulfilled. Even the ones most people wouldn’t accept. To have even fleeting moments of that used to be rare, but now he had it 24/7 and it truly amazed him sometimes. By the time Jacob stirred, he was feeling loose and a little drowsy, and slipping into a warm bath sounded like total heaven. “I can’t imagine a time when I wouldn’t want to take a bath with you,” he murmured with a lazy half-grin. Connor lifted his head to softly press their lips together again. “You can carry me, right?”
The answer to that was probably not and yet again Jacob actually felt inspired to start really working out just so he could do shit like that. "I can try," he tittered, then kissed Connor again, slipping into that sleepy content state again. "No rush," he added in a whisper against his lips and that much was true, leaving this couch didn't feel urgent at all. "This is good." Sure, he felt a little sticky but the discomfort of that didn't hold a candle to how it felt to be plastered up against Connor's body. "Are you happy?" he whispered, running his fingers over the short hair on the side of Connor's head, letting it tickle his fingers.
Even if Jacob could physically lug him around, Connor would never seriously ask for that, much more inclined to be the one carrying his boy. Maybe it was some dumb masculinity thing, but whatever. Connor lazily rubbed at Jacob’s thighs, smiling softly at the question. He didn’t feel rushed at all, but lounging around in hot water would be good too. He’d all but forgotten about the fog over the ocean, and he had zero inclination to even glance outside, content to just be with his boy in their little cocoon for as long as they could. “I’m more happy than I’ve ever been in my life,” he murmured back, heavy-lidded eyes gazing into Jacob’s. It was completely sincere, in spite of all the weird shit that kept happening around them. “Are you?”
It felt so good to believe him so absolutely and Jacob felt that familiar warmth flood his insides, love and comfort and happiness all in one. "Yeah," he whispered with a smile that said more than his simple answer. "I didn't think I could be this happy." In a way he was waiting for the other shoe to drop but at the same time he felt like they deserved this because so much else had gone wrong. It took work but he was learning to quiet down the fatalistic feelings that seemed so ingrained in him. "Thank you for everything," he added and rubbed his nose against Connor's before peppering a few little kisses on his lips.
That was music to Connor’s ears, and he returned Jacob’s soft kisses with a bit of a lump in his throat. That was his goal -- to make Jacob happy -- and hearing it like that really drove home how good of a job he was doing. Not that Connor thought he was some flawless partner, but he aimed to be a good one, and if Jacob was truly that happy then he was succeeding. Connor caressed his bare skin some more, lingering at his lips. “Thank you for everything too,” he told him quietly. Jacob did just as much for Connor as the other way around, in his opinion. “Let’s go be sappy in the bathtub,” he added with a little smirk. Things were getting a little itchy, it was time to get clean and spend the rest of the night cuddling and loving on his beautiful boy.