Connor Ford (docford) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-11-19 09:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, connor, connor x jacob, jacob |
Who: Connor & Jacob
Where: Their home, Winthrop Dr
When: Tuesday evening, around dinner time 6/19
Warning: turns NSFW
It was always a treat when Connor didn't have to work into the night and Jacob had made a point of cleaning the house up real nice after Sage went home. It was kind of funny how he never cared much for housework before, but something about doing it for Connor made him delight in it and after he was done he kept tidying a little, rearranging things, making sure everything was aesthetically pleasing as well as clean. Connor hadn't brought a whole lot of things with him but Jacob loved the few knick knacks he had around the house, like they could tell him some stories about Connor if he just looked at them hard enough.
He showered in time for Connor to be home and met him at the door with a smile and a hope that Connor wasn't exhausted. He was kind of getting used to the fact that sometimes he had to work longer than his schedule predicted, Mercy was understaffed as ever and Point Pleasant was... well. Point Pleasant. But he was home now and he looked good enough to eat. "Hi," Jacob murmured as he stepped back to let him in, feeling like the picture perfect boyfriend with all he'd done that day - plus Sage was doing a bit better so that lifted some weight off his shoulders. "How was your day?" he asked, reaching for Connor and idly running his fingers along the hem of his jacket though he didn't initiate anything more just yet, leaving it up to Connor and what kind of mood he was in.
Connor’s work day had been easier than the day prior, at least, but it had still been busy. He’d been tending to a lot of patients that had been admitted the day before, along with their confusion on what exactly had gone wrong. It reminded him of a couple of other days he’d worked at Mercy -- normal-seeming people afflicted with unexplained behavior. Connor was beginning to wonder if there was some brain parasite in the town’s water or something ... but it happened so randomly and to so many people at once, he wasn’t sure there was a rational explanation for it.
In any case, by the time he arrived home he was tired, but at a normal sort of level for him. Jacob greeting him at the door made him smile as it always did, and he noted the scent of cleaners in the air. Someone had been busy with the house, it smelled like. He wouldn’t have been upset if cleaning hadn’t happened, but knowing that Jacob was taking care of such things on his own was soothing to Connor’s brain in ways that were hard to explain. “Hi,” he replied as he set his bag and keys down on the table next to the door. “It was okay, but much better now.” Connor slipped his arms around his boy to kiss him hello.
It had become a habit to slip his hands in under Connor's coat when they hugged hello, and Jacob did just that, burying his face against Connor's neck and breathing him in. He was the one who'd just showered but Connor always smelled good to him, even after a long shift at the hospital. "Did you eat already?" he asked, pulling back only just enough to look up at Connor, keeping his arms wrapped around his waist. "I can make something easy if you're hungry. Or get you some coffee if you need it. I had an interesting day, I'd love to tell you about it." He didn't think it was really breaking confidence to tell Connor about Sage, Sage hadn't asked him to keep it a secret and Jacob wanted to share with Connor, especially since he knew damn well how much worrying Jacob had been doing lately.
More and more, Connor felt more complete with Jacob’s arms around him, and he felt some tension leak out of his back. “I had a late lunch, so I’m not hungry yet. A cup of coffee sounds nice, though,” Connor answered, smiling faintly at his boy. “But I need to freshen up ... bring it to me in the shower? And you can hang out and tell me about your interesting day.” He loved that Jacob wanted to share with him, their relationship had become about so much more than sex. He was really starting to feel like he had a partner for the long haul, and it was so damn good. Connor kissed his nose.
"Yes sir," Jacob murmured contently, blinking up at him lazily before he let go. The words really didn't hold any of that usual submission so much as they were playful, but they always felt right to him anyway these days. For someone who'd never thought he'd be into calling someone that, it was interesting how much that had changed with Connor. He left Connor for now to give him space to get inside and ready for his shower, ambling to the kitchen to get the coffee maker started. The vibe of the house was always so different when Connor was home, even if they weren't in the same room. There was a calm that came with him, like he chased away all of Jacob's ghosts.
Connor went about shedding his jacket and shoes and headed upstairs. He stripped the rest of the way by the hamper and tossed everything inside, then went to the master bathroom to start up the shower. He loved this domestic little nest they’d built for themselves -- and even if he didn’t know it, Jacob was a big part of building it. Anybody could buy a house. It took work and understanding to make it a home, and Connor felt very at home with him here. It was so much better than coming home to an empty condo like he’d been doing for so many years. Connor stepped under the hot stream of water and sighed, just soaking it in for a moment before he reached for the shampoo.
Jacob joined him after a little while with a cup in each hand, one black and one just the way Connor liked it. He stopped by the shower stall and held up Connor's cup with a smile, letting himself ogle his man when he opened the stall. "You sure you wanna hear me ramble about my day?" he asked, leaning against the counter. It didn't make him feel powerful or anything, but it didn't escape his attention how this was not their usual dynamic with Connor being the one who was naked while Jacob was fully dressed. It made him want to strip down, but unless Connor asked him to join him in the shower, he had no interest in staying out there in the buff.
Connor left the shower stall door open after he’d accepted his mug. The shower was big enough that the water stayed fairly contained, and that way he could see and hear Jacob better. He didn’t mind being ogled in the slightest, and the different levels of clothing didn’t go over his head either. Sometimes it was nice to switch things up a little. Connor found a spot to set his coffee that was safe from the water, then flashed Jacob a smile. “Of course I do,” he told him. “Especially since you want to tell me about it.” He was sure that Jacob’s day had been nicer than his own. Connor made sure his hair was thoroughly rinsed, then started washing his body.
Jacob sipped his coffee and sat down on the floor near the shower, close enough to be heard but far enough not to get hit with some stray spray of water. "Sage came over," he said to start. "He got into some trouble, I think he was affected by that weirdness you were talking about last night." He proceeded to tell Connor about what Sage had done and how it had scored him a date instead of a night in jail, not really going into too many details but giving Connor some idea of what had happened. "I'm trying to decide if that's super cute or like a major red flag, you know? The guy seems really nice but I mean, so did Ted Bundy."
He followed along with the story as he slowly scrubbed, growing softly here and there. It was another instance of truly strange behavior, and this one was close to home. Connor hated that Sage had gone through that -- they might not have known each other very well, but he felt rather protective of him for Jacob’s sake. “Bundy usually struck pretty fast though, didn’t he?” he asked, attempting to be reassuring. Connor chuckled. “Sage made it home, at least. So ... maybe a pink flag. The jury’s still out on cute or creepy. Is Sage all right? He didn’t have any ill effects from overdoing it?”
"A bad case of embarrassment and a bit of a hangover," Jacob replied, wrapping his fingers around his cup of coffee to soak in the heat of it. "But unharmed, which is what matters the most. I distracted him, we talked about some stuff and he let me practice some very basic shibari knots on him." He smiled cheekily, knowing that was really the highlight of his day, finding out more about Sage and talking about all the things they'd talked about. "He's more like me than he ever dared tell me before and, I don't know, talking about it all was like it got him out of his shell a little. He looked happier when he left and it wasn't just because of the date."
That was a pleasant turn of events, and Connor raised his brows and smiled back at Jacob. “Shibari knots, huh? So he likes having ropework done on him too? What’d you tie?” Connor asked. He was already far too able to imagine Sage all trussed up and looking delicious, with Jacob at the helm, and Connor felt his cock start to fill out more. The two of them were monogamous so far, and Sage was Jacob’s friend, so Connor had never been inappropriate with him ... but it hadn’t escaped Connor’s notice that he was a cutie. And if he was subby on top of that? Even cuter. “How much like you is he?”
"I just practiced on his arm," Jacob said with a little smirk and maybe he could talk Connor into playing with ropes tonight; he'd obviously sparked his interest. "He's... a lot more like me than I thought," he added with a little titter. "Apparently a little... Into dark stuff. He got that look in his eyes about the ropes, you know?" His smile turned a little coy and he knew he probably had that same blissed out look all the damn time, especially with Connor. "He didn't tell me not to tell you so... That's on him."
Connor hadn’t thought that Jacob would go really wild with rope play without his permission or anything, but he felt a mix of relief and disappointment that it had only been Sage’s arm. Oh well, everything had to start somewhere. “I won’t bring it up to him, don’t worry,” Connor said, vaguely amused. He pulled the shower head down to rinse off. “But yes, I know the look you’re talking about very well.” He shot a meaningful and affectionate glance at his boy -- Jacob was very good at that dopey trancelike stare, and Connor loved that he got to see it so often. “So at least a blossoming ropebunny, perhaps a baby submissive ... that’s adorable.”
Jacob could feel his cheeks warm up a little at that look, knowing full well what it meant. He wasn't surprised it showed just how much Connor affected him, he always felt so spaced out and blissful when they were together, it'd be weird if it didn't show at all. "It was just good to see him happy today, like excited about something. The ropes, the date... I feel like a mother hen with him lately, like I'm always worrying and probably being overbearing or something. So yeah, today was really nice."
“I’m glad,” Connor told him sincerely. He knew just how much Jacob had been worrying about his friend recently, and it was good to hear that Sage was making a little progress. He just hoped this vet guy didn’t fuck it all up. They would be there for Sage if it did. Connor finished rinsing himself and turned the water off, passing one palm over his face and shaking his hands before he reached for a towel. “A lot of people find kink very therapeutic, so maybe Sage will find something helpful in it, the more he explores.” Jacob knew how cathartic it could be, Connor knew that for a fact. “I just hope he does it safely.”
"I'll teach him some stuff," Jacob said with a grin and got to his feet now that Connor was coming out of the shower. He leaned in to steal a little kiss, then moved back to give him space to dry off and get ready. "I've never been anyone's mentor, it sounds kinda cool." The thought of mentoring Sage with Connor crossed his mind but he had no idea if either of them was interested in that or if it was a potentially disastrous idea. He got pretty jealous whenever he thought of Connor with anyone else, so he wasn't sure why this was different. "I might need you to teach me some stuff," he added, all but hiding behind his cup of coffee and giving Connor a sly look. "You know, more advanced knots. Unless you wanna give both of us a lesson."
Connor looked up as he rubbed himself down with the towel, a little smirk overtaking his face. He’d thought first that Jacob meant he would teach Sage about safety and consent and all that, but apparently he’d been thinking more specifically. And something about that look in his eyes made Connor’s cock stir again. “I could do either one of those,” he told Jacob as he dried his crotch with a bit more handling than was necessary. “Whichever you both would be more comfortable with ... if it was a group thing, you could practice on each other ...” And why was that so hot in his mind? It probably wouldn’t be in reality, but at the moment it was pleasant to think about.
It was hard to miss the fact Connor was at least a little excited about the idea and Jacob would have thought that would spark jealousy in him, but it didn't. He could easily imagine it too, playing with Connor with Sage there, including him in some of it. Was it wrong to sexualize a friend? Maybe, but he could compartmentalize. "You could teach me some tonight," he said suggestively. "Show me what you'd want me to do with Sage." He put away his coffee and stepped closer to Connor, pulling the towel gently from his hands to start drying him off himself. "If you want."
After giving the towel a playful little tug before he let go, Connor stepped out of the shower to make all of him easier to reach. He didn’t know yet if this was just talk or if they could actually set this up with Sage, but talking about it seemed to be having an effect on Jacob too. Connor couldn’t help but smirk a bit as he let his boy dry him off. “I can definitely show you some things,” he said. He lifted one hand to stroke it through Jacob’s hair, then let his fingertips skim down over his shoulder. “A couple of pretty arm ties, a chest harness ... or a full body.” That one was like a prolonged hug, and damn did it look good on a young male body.
Jacob dried him off in an almost worshipful manner, which was fitting for his mood and their relationship. "I like all of those," he admitted and to be fair, he was thinking of the way they felt more so than how they looked - even if his artist nature did love the sight of it and the challenge of drawing it. "We talked about going to rope classes if there are any in Portland but I think a lesson from you could be way more fun." He sounded almost dreamy about it, the ghost of that touch from Connor still lingering, making him want to be touched more.
Connor hummed a sound of agreement, his gaze following Jacob’s movements. It was soothing to be rubbed down like this, but arousing at the same time. Even with their switched states of undress, he still felt powerful, all because of Jacob and the energy he was giving off. “I agree, it would be ... do you think Sage would think so?” he asked, his tone light enough for it to be a tease. They were just talking fantasy for the moment, so Jacob could safely assume that Sage would be on board. “I could direct you while you practice on him. Guide your hands if you need it.” Connor reached to gently take hold of one of Jacob’s wrists and moved it down to his cock. “It’s fun to be on the tying end too,” he added softly.
Jacob had never really found any interest in switching roles but there had been something about the way Sage got that look in his eyes that piqued his interest and the way Connor was talking about it just fueled that fire. He wrapped his hand around Connor's cock and imagined being the one to do the tying while Connor was the one truly in charge. It stirred something in him and realizing they'd entered a fantasy state where they didn't really discuss things seriously, he found it easy to answer. "I think he'd like it," he said quietly. "It'd be a safe space to experiment and he knows he can trust me." He had no idea why this was so appealing when he hated the idea of sharing Connor and had so far only ever fantasized about Connor sharing him. Even then it was mostly with some name- and faceless person because he couldn't really imagine desiring anyone else. This was new and it was exciting, even if it only stayed a fantasy.
He had done some rope work on more than one person simultaneously before, but Connor had never truly dominated more than one sub at a time, and that was where his mind was going at the moment. Somehow the thought of doing it through Jacob was sexy as hell, like having a sub for his sub. Connor had his own jealous streak and while the idea of giving his boy over to another dom to play with was appealing in fantasy sometimes, it usually just made him feel more possessive. “I’m sure he does,” he murmured, his gaze still steady on Jacob’s face while his cock swelled further in his hand. “I wouldn’t even have to touch him, if either of you didn’t want that, I could just be there to help if you need it, watch you both enjoy yourselves ...” He could already imagine the aroused tension in the air, and how it might feel to sit back and watch Jacob play with someone else, someone who didn’t threaten Connor’s position in the slightest.
Catch me if I fail Jacob thought but all he said was, "That's hot." He was lightly stroking Connor now, mostly using his thumb, his gaze fixed on his dom's eyes. Connor could put him into subspace without trying but this time felt a little different; there was a spike of something else there, that switchy feeling Jacob hadn't gotten used to at all. "You'd like watching me tie someone up?" he asked and while on some level he worried he'd be clumsy at it, that didn't matter in a fantasy. In the fantasy he was scarily good at it, especially with Connor calling the shots.
Connor was glad to hear Jacob thought it was hot too, because he certainly did. Accidentally pushing for things his boy didn’t actually want was always a concern of his, but he had to trust that Jacob would be honest with him about his limits. Domming Sage by proxy was a fun, sexy idea, but he could drop it in a heartbeat if Jacob made any indication of discomfort. Connor smiled at his question and dropped a meaningful glance downward at where Jacob was stroking him. “I would, yes,” he murmured. He lifted one hand to play with Jacob’s hair some more, then let it settle warmly on the back of his neck. “Especially someone you like ... doing ties that turn you both on ... I think it’d be sexy as hell. Do you think you’d like turning Sage on?”
Jacob smiled faintly, then bit his lip and wrinkled his nose a bit. "Is that creepy?" he asked. "I don't really like him like that but... yeah." He'd kissed Sage before and he was a good kisser, the thought of going further than that didn't feel weird but he also didn't want to wreck their friendship by being inappropriate. It felt like he'd been dancing on that line when he tied Sage up today, but it had never gone too far and he hoped Sage felt the same. He didn't think too deeply about it, the last thing he needed was to ruin this delicious mood by getting anxious about something out of his control. "I like that you think it's sexy."
There was his consent-focused boy. Mood or not, Jacob always had his priorities straight where it counted, and it made Connor proud. He smiled as he cupped the side of Jacob’s face and shook his head a little. “I don’t think it’s creepy,” he murmured. He didn’t know if Sage would welcome this kind of attention or fantasizing about him, but as long as they stayed respectful on the outside, what harm could it really do? “It can stay just between us if you want, too.” They didn’t have to tell Sage anything if Jacob wanted to keep it all as just a fantasy, or even shift the focus to someone else, maybe someone not even in their lives yet. “But watching you play with another sub?” Connor drew in a breath between his teeth and hummed an approving sound in his throat to indicate just how hot he found that idea.
Jacob had been with another bottom and it had been kind of boring, both of them wanting something the other wasn't too eager to give, but this was different. This was oh so very different. The thought of Connor watching him and directing him, even just being present, changed the mood of the whole thing completely and Jacob was already hard just thinking about it. Maybe the reality of it wouldn't be as hot, maybe he'd be jealous if it really came to it, but God did it turn him on right now. He smiled faintly and the way Connor was touching him made him feel all melty on the inside so he leaned into his hand before arching a little closer in a silent request for a kiss.
Connor had never done it, so he didn’t know how it would turn out in reality either. Maybe they would never even try it, but there was nothing wrong with fantasizing together. It was healthy, really, to feel like there were new hot things to explore, and it excited Connor that Jacob had accidentally found something that aroused him. He didn’t hesitate to lean in closer to give that kiss, making it slow and deep and indulgent. He was mostly dry, and now very ready to move on from the bathroom to more fun places, and get Jacob more undressed than he currently was. “You want to get the rope and get comfortable on the bed?” he murmured once he broke the kiss, not pulling back too far.
Jacob nodded though at this point he didn't really care if they played with rope or not, he was aroused and he wanted to do something about it. He stole a little kiss from Connor before he pulled back, making a mental note of dealing with the coffee cups later so Connor wouldn't end up having to do it but right now he didn't want to do the kitchen detour. He made a beeline for the bedroom instead, stripping down before he entered and, despite his urgence, folding them neatly and setting them down on a chair. He wanted to be ready when Connor followed and not still scrambling to get there so he was a little out of breath when he finally knelt on the bed with the ropes in his arms.
Connor didn’t rush, to give Jacob time to get prepared. He dried his hair off and the remaining damp parts of his body, then swished some mouthwash before he left the bathroom. He was completely comfortable walking naked from there to the bedroom, and walking in to see Jacob had stripped down made him smile. That was how it was supposed to be, but it still gave him a thrill to have old orders obeyed without any reminders. He nudged the door closed -- not that they needed privacy in their own house, but it was cozier -- and approached the bed, one hand straying to his cock to coax it back to full hardness. Connor took a moment just to look over his boy. “Do you want a lesson?” he murmured, a little smirk crossing his face. “Or do you just want me?”
Jacob paused a beat before he moved the ropes to the side and nibbled on his bottom lip. "I just want you," he admitted and it was probably better to do any sort of lessons after he got off or he wouldn't really retain any of what Connor could teach him. Right now he was far too distracted by the sight of him alone and the way he stroked his cock made his mouth water. The words meant more than right at this moment, Connor was all he ever wanted. It was fun to fantasize about threesomes sometimes - or moresomes - but in the end it was Connor he wanted in bed with him and Connor was all he needed.
That had been what Connor suspected, and it was nice to confirm that he had a good handle on reading his boy. They were bonded on a deeper level than he would ever be with anyone else, he felt, and even if other people eventually came and went from their bedroom, Connor knew where the foundation was. Jacob seemed to know it too, and that gave him a deep feeling of security. He stepped up to the edge of the bed and reached for Jacob to urge him closer. “Come here and kiss me some more,” he murmured. He was fine with skipping the rope play, and really anything else that wasn’t the pure dynamic between them. He just wanted Jacob, too.
Jacob got up on his knees and shuffled forward, eager both to obey and to kiss Connor. He'd been all hot and bothered thinking about rope play but now he was more than fine with anything, even if it ended up fairly vanilla. He just wanted to touch Connor and be touched in turn. "Can I touch you?" he murmured against Connor's lips, his hands already raised, hovering just inches away from Connor's chest. He didn't think he needed permission tonight, but it felt right to ask anyway and permission - or consent, however he chose to interpret it - was sexy as hell. He already wanted to get his hand on his cock, but it was still kind of hot to have Connor stroke himself.
The fact that he asked made Connor smile, as it usually did, and he nipped gently at Jacob’s bottom lip. “Please do,” he murmured. “Touch me anywhere you want.” He loved to feel his boy’s hands on him, and he also loved having the control of giving permission for it. Connor would never protest Jacob taking initiative to touch him, but it always gave him a little thrill when he asked. He let go of his own cock to do some touching of his own, skimming his fingers down Jacob’s sides and hips as he kissed him, almost light enough to tickle, wanting to wake up every nerve ending he had and make him squirmy. Meanwhile his tongue delved deep to taste his boy, and Connor made a soft deep sound in his chest.
Jacob twitched a little at the oh so gentle and teasing touches but he'd never been ticklish in a bad way so all they did was further get him in the mood. With the blanket permission from Connor he let his hands roam, over his broad chest and down his stomach, loving every angle and curve as he explored and rubbed gently at Connor's skin. His destination was clear but he took his time, mimicking Connor's light touches for just a moment before he couldn't help himself and needed to touch him more firmly. There was this urge to grab on and squeeze the way Connor seemed to do so effortlessly on an emotional level but he didn't fully indulge in it, slowly moving one hand down to finally wrap around Connor's cock. He had said he could touch him anywhere after all, and Jacob was always drawn to his cock in the end, so addicted to the way it felt in his grip or in his mouth.
There were plenty of times for more forceful touches right out of the gate, but today didn’t feel like one of those. Connor appreciated the way Jacob followed his lead for a moment before moving into more of what he wanted. He added more pressure with his own hands, stroking them down the graceful curve of Jacob’s back to give his ass a gentle squeeze. The cheeks always fit so perfectly into his palms, he could never resist them for long. Connor made an encouraging sound as he felt Jacob’s hand wrap around his cock, and he gripped his ass a bit tighter. He was always curious to see what his boy did with blanket permission to do whatever struck his fancy, and he was probably spoiled because it was almost always ‘please Connor.’ After giving Jacob’s bottom lip a nibble, Connor broke their lip lock and kissed his way down Jacob’s jaw to the side of his neck.
Jacob sighed contently, arching his neck to give Connor better access, every little kiss sending a shiver down his spine in the best of ways. Maybe after this Connor would feel like tying him up, nothing big, just a little something he could hide under his clothes and then they could go out for dinner. That thought sent a little rush through him and while he didn't know if he'd still want it later on, it was nice to fantasize about now. His desires for the rope were far outmatched for his desire just to touch and taste Connor for the time being and he moved one hand up to run his fingers through his hair, slowly and lightly stroking his cock, more for a warm-up than any real stimulation.
It was a soft, lovely tease, and Connor both enjoyed the sensation and nursed the impulse to demand more, to push Jacob’s head down to feed him his cock. It didn’t fit the vibe yet, he just couldn’t help that greed growing in the pit of his stomach. Connor lifted one hand to cup the side of Jacob’s face while he kissed and nipped at his neck, working his way down to where the warm metal of his collar laid against his skin. Connor caught it with his teeth and pulled, a low moan in his throat as he flexed his hips to rub his cock harder against Jacob’s hand, a wordless demand for more. His other hand moved between them to fondle his boy’s own hardon, exploring and gently squeezing his balls here and there to tease him.
Funny how much a little shift in body language could change the mood, or in this instance, ramp it up. Jacob nibbled on his lip, sucking in air a bit shakily before he started moving, rearranging his limbs on the bed until he was sitting down with Connor between his legs. He kept stroking him for a moment, looking up at Connor through his lashes then pressing a kiss on his stomach. He still wanted Connor's hands on him, but he wanted Connor's cock in his mouth more for now and so he ducked down, stopping just a few inches short. "Can I?" he asked and there was a bit of a tease to it because he was pretty sure he had a blanket permission now, he just wanted to hear Connor say it.
If there was anything prettier than Jacob’s face down near his cock, Connor had yet to find it, and he stroked his fingers through his sub’s hair as he settled. The question made him smile a bit and he gave a hum like he was thinking for a second, then chuckled. “Yes you can, my good boy,” he murmured, flexing his grip in Jacob’s hair a bit. “Get that pretty mouth on my cock.” He always enjoyed delivering filthy commands in that smooth, adoring tone, and he knew Jacob liked compliments mixed in as well. Moments like this were so hot, but he also felt a deep appreciation for how in sync their tastes were. Jacob was perfect for him.
As much as he sometimes liked the scary and the dark side of sex, Jacob had discovered just how much of a whore he was for compliments. He'd never really known just how much they could make him melt and shiver until he met Connor who always managed to deliver them in such a way that they didn't feel forced or contrite. There was always an edge to it, that ownership and command making Jacob feel weak in the knees, his stomach clenching pleasantly. He didn't leave Connor waiting - not with a direct command - taking the order very literally and gently wrapping his lips around the head of Connor's cock, looking up at him with adoration before he took him in deeper. He could never get enough of this, he thought, that silky smooth skin gliding so effortlessly against his tongue with that little bit of salty taste of precum.
Connor couldn’t get enough of Jacob, period. He was beautiful all the time, from the rumpled and crusty-eyed morning hours to moments like these when he was practically glowing with sexy, submissive energy. Connor let out a heavier breath as Jacob took him deeper, his imagination starting to wander back to their conversation in the bathroom. He pictured another head between his legs, this one Sage’s, lightly bumping into his thighs as he sucked Jacob’s cock. Layers of pretty subs, all the way down. His cock flexed a bit against Jacob’s tongue, and Connor fought the urge to start thrusting already, content with the tease for the moment. In the meantime, he caressed the side of his boy’s face, loving how it felt with his jaw stretched open like that.
It was easy to get lost in the action and Jacob felt like he could do this for hours, reduced to nothing but a pleasure-giver for his owner, his own cock throbbing untouched against his abdomen in such a way it made him want to lean forward to trap it between his stomach and thigh, just to get some friction. Of course he could touch himself, his hands weren't exactly tied to Connor's body, but it felt better to wait, a sort of good bad anticipation and need that only grew the longer he worshipped Connor's cock. He wanted Connor to touch him, or order him to touch himself, it wasn't the same to indulge himself - no better than jerking off alone. Besides, Connor's hands always felt better and the simple touch against his cheek made his chest ache with love and desire.
Greed sometimes welled up in Connor, making him wish he could just indulge in getting head from Jacob until neither of them could take it anymore. But his body always got too impatient for that. He knew he wanted more than Jacob’s mouth today, especially with such lovely double-sub fantasies flitting through his head, but he still waited until he could feel that restlessness in his core. With a soft grunt, he pulled his hips back out of Jacob’s reach and bent down to kiss him again. His mouth was wet and hot and hungry, and Connor moaned into it as his hand slipped down to rest loosely around the front of Jacob’s throat. After delving his tongue in deep, Connor broke the kiss and looked down at him, thumb pressing harder against his pulse. “Lay back ... I want you to prep your ass for me while I play with your cock,” he murmured.
Jacob closed his eyes briefly at that pressure before he nodded eagerly, scooting back on the bed when Connor let go of him. He reached for the lube before he got comfortable, watching Connor in a dreamlike stare as he got his fingers prepped, spreading his legs a little when Connor joined him. He was more than ready to get fucked and it wouldn't take a lot of preparation so he kind of hoped Connor wouldn't keep him waiting but at the same time he knew it'd only make it hotter. For now he was happy to give him a show or obey him in any way, reaching for him with one hand as he slipped the other behind his back, coating his crack with lube before pressing a finger inside. "Like this?" he whispered and it had been a while since he pleasured himself like this, usually Connor took care of that.
Connor followed him up onto the mattress and settled on his knees where he had a good view, openly admiring Jacob’s body. He was usually the one doing the warmup, but it was delightful to watch Jacob start to finger himself, and Connor only looked away long enough to snag the lube bottle. “Just like that,” he confirmed in a low murmur as he got both of his palms slicked up. He let his eyes crawl all over Jacob as he reached for both of their cocks, giving Jacob his right hand and himself the left. Connor stroked them at the same slow pace, his grip present but not too tight -- this was still just the foreplay. But god did he love feeling how hard and needy Jacob was, and watching how that affected the way he fucked himself.
Without much thought behind it, Jacob started moving his fingers at the same tempo as Connor, letting him set the pace. It came naturally, letting Connor be in charge without being ordered to and he slowly bucked his hips up into his grip, watching him with half-lidded eyes. He would do this as long as Connor wanted him to and if that meant to completion then that was okay with him, it felt stupidly good, but then Connor always knew just how to touch him to send him spiraling in pleasure. He wanted to stroke Connor's cock in turn, but it was also hot as hell to just watch him do it, stare at those beautiful hands playing so expertly over their cocks, like a well trained musician manipulating their instrument.
He kept thinking that ‘one of these days’ he was going to have Jacob just masturbate for him, complete with a dildo inside of him, maybe tied up in a position that made it a challenge. It was something he was going to have to plan for, because most of the time, Connor got too hungry and impatient to just watch. It was like sitting back and staring at a buffet with his stomach growling instead of eating. That was how he was starting to feel now, his eyes drifting from Jacob’s face to his flushed cock sliding through Connor’s hand, then down to where his fingers were disappearing inside of himself. “My fucking delicious boy,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his mouth against Jacob’s as his stroking sped up slightly. “Does it feel good?”
"So good," Jacob purred at him, idly rubbing his leg against Connor's thigh to make up for how little he could touch him right now. He followed Connor's pace but that only made him want his cock more than his fingers. "Thank you," he added, running his fingers over Connor's chest as he fought his urge to really kiss him, Connor's mouth so tempting this close to his own. "I feel greedy asking for more," he admitted. "But I'd really love your cock inside me." His cock, his tongue, his fingers - just more of Connor, always Connor. "Please," he tacked on with a faint smile, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip before stealing a small kiss from Connor.
It was such a sweet, pretty way to ask, Connor had no desire to deny him. He’d figured they would end up that way eventually, of course, but he always loved pushing Jacob to the point of asking him for it. Connor never got tired of hearing him express his desire in those coy, soft requests. Connor hummed and kissed Jacob more firmly, deeper, wanting to get a good taste of him. When he pulled back he shifted his position, moving between Jacob’s legs and gently nudging his hand away from himself. “Sometimes it’s good to be greedy,” Connor murmured, glancing at his boy’s face with a little smirk. He rubbed the head of his cock against Jacob’s hole for a brief moment as Connor bent over him to kiss him again. His cock was already slick, and so was Jacob’s ass, so it was easy to escalate when he was ready, groaning low as he pushed his full length smoothly inside of all that heat.
Jacob moaned wantonly into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Connor's hips and savoring the stretch as his cock slid inside him. It was exactly what he wanted and his body was already trembling with needy tension that only increased with that delicious feeling of fullness. "Always greedy for you," he breathed between kisses, then moaned again as Connor's tongue delved into his mouth again. He felt so owned by him in the best way, easily controlled and guided into pleasure. He could feel something had shifted a little in his consciousness, the fact that his closest friends didn't really understand his tendencies hadn't been all consuming, but there was still a sense of relief now that he knew Sage might share some of them, giving him even more freedom to enjoy this feeling of being possessed.
Connor often got the silly sense that this was where his cock belonged, like Jacob’s body had been made just for him. It was something to roll eyes at during non-sexual moments, but when their chemistry was bubbling like it was now, he felt convinced it was true. The flip side of that also felt undeniable -- he was made for Jacob too. They belonged to each other, and feeling so sure of it put a pressure in Connor’s chest that always enhanced his physical pleasure. Kissing his boy deep, Connor rubbed one palm off on the sheets before reaching down to grip Jacob’s hip as he started to thrust, gradually building into a rhythm they could both ride for a while. Connor wanted to fuck him thoroughly before either of them came, to indulge in all that pleasure for as long as they could.
He wasn't alone in that belief, Jacob hadn't really believed he could fall in love - or more so, be loved - before Connor but now he felt it in everything they did together. The way Connor touched him, talked to him, looked at him, fucked him - it all made him feel infinitely loved and his feelings for Connor were so intense that it was like nothing he could ever have imagined. He rarely got the feeling anymore that his feelings were too big or that he was too much and that was another thing he would have found it hard to imagine just a few months ago. He kissed Connor needily, loving the pace Connor had set. It kept him in a sweet state of pleasure where he knew he wouldn't come too fast unless Connor decided to make him and he was more than happy to give him that control, his toes curling as Connor's cock stroked his insides until he was lost in the rhythm of it.
Connor had been sure he’d been in love before in the past, but every time felt different than this one. Which only made sense, when he stopped to think about it -- every time had been with a different person at a different stage in his life, so he hadn’t been the same either, of course they all felt different. He’d never had one this intense, he knew that for sure. Something about Jacob stirred up big emotions in Connor, ranging from a fierce protectiveness to the urge to make him cry and beg for more of Connor’s cock, and all kinds of points in between. He’d never felt so free to be himself and indulge his fantasies with anyone else, secure that his boy loved every bit of it and would tell him if there was something he didn’t enjoy. They were safe with each other, and it meant so much. Connor adored him outside of sex too -- in spite of his low opinion of himself, Jacob was a lovely person, sweet and considerate and fun, with a deep and artistic soul. Connor hadn’t expected to fall in love with a man young enough to be his son, for fuck’s sake, but here they were and he wasn’t going to give it up. He was feeling all those wordless emotions swirling through him as he kept his hips pumping, lips on Jacob’s in between breaths, soft moans emanating from his throat as his pleasure gradually built. Connor felt like he could go on and on, and that was the best way to spend the evening he could think of.
It was Jacob who eventually started getting more worked up first. It was always him, he was sure, squirming more against Connor and arching up to meet his thrusts. If anything he was surprised he lasted as long as he did, enjoying the pleasant, dreamlike state of just being as he and Connor moved together, basking in the closeness. But he was young and that restless feeling in his core started growing, demanding more, smothering his willpower bit by bit until he was digging his fingers into Connor's back, moaning sweetly. "Harder," he whispered before remembering to mind his manners and status. "Please." He nipped at Connor's bottom lip, his breath shaky as it mingled with his.
It could almost be meditative, the act of long-fucking his boy, and Connor felt slightly dazed by the time Jacob got more restless underneath him. He’d been riding the pleasure, drinking in the sensory experiences of it all, and the soft plea from Jacob drew a low groan out of him. Connor’s lips quirked in a tiny smile as he kept rocking against his boy in the same motion. He could feel the increased tension in Jacob’s body, sense the urgency in the fingers at his back. He loved it, but it made part of him want to stall and torture Jacob a little. “Like this?” he whispered instead, increasing the pressure of his thrusts just a bit. Connor knew that wouldn’t be enough to get Jacob where he wanted to be, but god did he love feeling him squirm on his cock. “Or more like this?” Connor shifted his knees and fucked Jacob hard and fast for a few seconds, groaning as he slowed down again, his lips still hovering close.
Jacob was not surprised at the tease, he half expected it and half hoped for it but still whined softly when Connor slowed down again, pawing at him as if he could physically make him move faster again. The sensation in his body could best be described as a delicious frustration, a humming need that made him want to squirm as little tremors went through his limbs. "Please," he whispered, craning his neck and pushing their lips closer together, not quite kissing so much as silently pleading. "I need you," he added with a moan and while that was true, right now he just needed more, needed to come, to lose himself in everything Connor was willing to give him. That included this desperation too, he just wasn't sure he could stand it for too long.
There was always a line to ride between sexy teasing and pushing Jacob too much, and Connor felt like he’d learned where the balance was pretty well. Those sweet desperate words made his stomach flutter happily, and Connor moaned softly against Jacob’s lips. He shifted his position a bit to brace himself better on both elbows, and began fucking his boy in earnest, gradually ramping up the pace and pressure. Connor got more breathless as he went and the tight squeeze around his cock encouraged that pressure in his balls to grow. He needed more oxygen than he could really spare to kiss Jacob solidly, but he nipped at his lips here and there and enjoyed the way their needy air mingled together. Soon enough Connor was grunting with every thrust, working on getting both of them where they were so hungry to be.
Jacob was lost in the intimacy as much as the pleasure, holding Connor close while allowing him all the space he needed to move just right. He felt like he could explode from all the love he felt, like every thrust just magnified what was already there until it was all consuming. "I love you," he whispered breathlessly and it felt so good how effortless it was to tell Connor that now, it no longer felt vulnerable or risky, he could say it with every breath he took and not feel like too much. He didn't really have the capacity for words for much longer than that though, his moaning getting louder and needier as he neared his climax and eventually he threw his head back with a soft cry as his body jerked and twitched and cum coated his stomach.
When Connor felt him quickly ascending that peak, he leaned back enough to reach between them and stroke Jacob’s cock, bringing him through his orgasm the best way he knew how. He loved the way he trembled and moaned and arched up, and feeling the splash of warm cum against his own skin. Not to mention the way his boy’s body clenched and milked his cock. Connor still had a way to go to reach his own climax, but getting to experience Jacob’s definitely got him closer. “There’s my boy,” Connor murmured as he watched him, his slick grip slowing as Jacob came down from the peak. He released him and leaned in close again to kiss those breathless lips. “I love you too.”
Jacob was still squirming a bit against him, preparing himself for the pounding he knew was coming because Connor hadn't come yet. He quirked a dazed smile and even if he knew this by now, he'd never tire of hearing Connor say it, the words always made him feel warm and adored. "Want you to come inside me," he whispered hoarsely, nipping at Connor's lips as he stroked his back and sides a bit restlessly, grinding his hips to feel more of that hardness within him. "I can take more." He felt sensitive already but that was okay, riding the discomfort was just another kind of a high and it felt good in its own way. Even if it didn't, it was well worth it to make Connor come and he was already greedy for more, for Connor's sexy moans and the powerful ripples he knew would shake his body.
Connor gave a deep chuckle and nuzzled his nose against Jacob’s. “So greedy tonight,” he murmured, his tone teasing. He snapped his hips to push one hard thrust into Jacob, then ground into him for another moment. Connor kissed him one more time, then pushed himself upright, shifting his knees in closer. After dribbling a bit more lube onto them, he braced his hands on the backs of Jacob’s thighs and pushed them back, opening him up. Fuck, he made such a pretty sight, fucked and vulnerable and covered in his own cum, still begging for more. “You want my load in your tight little ass, baby?” Connor murmured as he started to thrust again, long and deep for the moment.
Jacob groaned deeply, forgetting to answer for a second as that pain-pleasure washed over him and he felt just as vulnerable as he looked, spread open and completely at Connor's mercy. "Yes," he hissed belatedly. "It's all yours, you can... you can do anything you want." His eyes rolled back and it was hard to articulate a damn thing in the moment with the way Connor's cock was rubbing against his prostate and pressing against his sensitive flesh. "I want you to," he managed to tack on, feeling almost delirious as he dug his fingers into the mattress and let his eyes fall shut, soft moans streaming out of him without any self conscious hang-ups getting in the way. "God you go so deep," he whispered, forcing his eyes open for just a second to meet Connor's gaze.
He already knew he could do anything he wanted -- within their limits of course -- but it was always hot to hear Jacob say it, like he was re-dedicating himself to Connor’s pleasure, over and over. What he really wanted to do at the moment was to vigorously fuck Jacob and then empty his balls into him. “And you take it so well, my good boy,” Connor purred at him, his hips starting to pick up some more speed. He couldn’t get enough of watching that push and pull of pleasure and discomfort on Jacob’s face, knowing that he was taking it all for Connor now, purely submitting. He stared down at him greedily as he worked on getting himself to where he wanted to be.
Jacob was so deeply aware of the way Connor was watching him and the fact that he liked it in some narcissistic way spoke volumes of how much had changed within him - or at least it had changed just for Connor. He could be perceived by him, looked at closely and desired without feeling strange or even bad about it. He was panting soft little curses, the praise making him feel soft and warm whereas the fucking was almost too much, making his body tense and tremble. Before long he was pleading, a series of soft little pleases slipping from his lips in a quick succession.
None of it seemed contrived or forced, but it was perfectly what Connor needed to push him along faster toward his edge. He rarely had any urges to actually hurt Jacob, but there was a fuzzy line somewhere with his boy’s discomfort. It was like a sacrifice made on behalf of Connor’s pleasure, and it very much pleased that egotistical dominant part of him that wanted to be the center of Jacob’s universe. When he came it felt intense but he tried to be mindful and didn’t pound, just pushed his cock deep into Jacob as he shivered and groaned helplessly, his cock pulsing strong inside of his boy. Connor rode the pleasure for those few lovely moments, then opened his eyes and took the pressure off of Jacob’s legs, leaning in to kiss him softly again while he caught his breath.
Jacob relaxed as best he could underneath him which wasn't complete in this position but he still felt the tension easing out of him, leaving him a little sore and a whole lot content. He stroked Connor's back as he kissed him, wrapping his legs tightly around him as if to keep him fully inside for as long as he could. There was something so satisfying about Connor's orgasms, even if he could have them without Jacob, it still felt like he played a big role and it made him feel good in a very basic and strange way. "I love you," he whispered between kisses, the words almost lost in Connor's panting. He knew he heard it though, it didn't even need to be said, his whole body was saying it now, in the way he clung to him and stroked him, the way his lips brushed against his, gentle and reverent.
Connor heard it with more than his ears, almost able to feel the shapes of the words against his lips as they hovered close to Jacob’s. He loved the way Jacob always clung to him like he might just disappear without all that firm pressure. Connor was in no hurry to go anywhere. “I love you too,” he murmured softly back, returning those soft, worshipful kisses. He nuzzled their noses together too, drinking in the closeness. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone else ... you know that, don’t you?” Connor opened his eyes a bit more and gazed down at Jacob for a moment, moving one hand to stroke the side of his face. He’d had some committed relationships in his past, but none of them had felt like this.
Jacob didn't answer right away because... did he know that? He knew Connor loved him a lot. A lot. But more than he'd ever loved anyone else? That sounded huge. He had plenty of years on Jacob, plenty of time to have fallen in love multiple times so this felt almost too big to comprehend. "Really?" he whispered and if there was one thing he knew by now it was that Connor wouldn't just say something like this to flatter him. "That's-" he started, fumbling a bit for words as a soft smile curled his lips. "Really?" He was pretty sure it went without saying that he had never loved anyone like he loved Connor, that he was his first - and possibly only - big love, but hearing it was the same for Connor was almost humbling.
They’d never really talked in depth about Connor’s previous boyfriends, he’d never felt the need. Jacob understood that he’d had relationships before this one, it was expected given his age, but it had never seemed that Jacob needed a post-mortem on any of them. There was already plenty of fodder for his insecurity in Jacob’s head without opportunities to compare himself to Connor’s past lovers. This was a good sort of comparison though, and down deep Connor felt it was absolutely true. Sometimes part of him worried that falling in love with a man so much younger than he was said something about his own emotional development, but Connor tried not to question it too much. Whether he was stunted or not, he loved Jacob and the connection they had. “Really,” Connor murmured with a gentle smile back. “I adore you so much, and I just ... nothing’s ever felt this right.” He nuzzled Jacob’s nose one more time. “Is that scary?”
A lot of things were scary, but being loved this much by Connor was not one of them except in the concept of being afraid of losing him. Jacob smiled warmly and shook his head. "It's just big," he whispered. "Doesn't mean it's scary." There were things about the age gap in their relationship that he did worry about, but mostly that was just having to introduce Connor to his mother at some point. That point hadn't come and he was hoping to postpone it indefinitely but that probably wasn't realistic, even if they weren't close. Everything else just felt right, their dynamic was perfect and Jacob had never loved anyone this much nor had he ever felt this loved. "I want to be worthy of all of it, all of you," he murmured, lightly running his fingers over Connor's hair, the texture of it so familiar by now, touching him always felt like home.
“You already are,” Connor told him softly, without hesitation. He stroked his thumb over Jacob’s cheekbone, smiling at him for a moment, then kissed him softly. He was glad that Jacob wasn’t intimidated by it, but it did feel big to him too. Connor knew they were living in their own little bubble to some degree -- neither of them had met each other’s families, in spite of living together for a while now. He knew Jacob’s few friends, obviously, but none of his own long term friends back home knew about this new romance. That probably ought to change soon, he was sure it would mean a lot to Jacob to claim him, so to speak. “I love you,” Connor repeated. He started to slowly extract himself so they could get cleaned up and comfortable again.
"I love you," Jacob echoed as he loosened his grip to let Connor move, stretching out contently once he was able. Maybe it wasn't healthy to keep his life so compartmentalized, but he didn't mind living in a little bubble with Connor, untouched by any outside influence, nobody judging or tainting what they had. At this point he didn't think anyone could touch it, but he was young and insecure, even if he'd grown a lot with Connor's help. He was also very sensitive and easily rattled, so a bubble felt just right to him. "I think it's my turn to shower," he said, wrinkling his nose as he looked down his body. Yeah, he was a mess, but so was Connor. Maybe they could both take a quick shower before they found something nice to do for the rest of the evening.
Connor laid out next to him just to stretch his body, a content little groan escaping his lips. He knew that a bubble couldn’t last forever. If their relationship remained serious, they would eventually have to meet each other’s families, have holidays together, be a full couple in public, all of that stuff. Ideally, they’d be leaving Point Pleasant together to move in somewhere else, maybe even get married ... the future was still up in the air, but Connor knew he wanted Jacob there with him. None of it was anything he wanted to discuss in depth at the moment, though. He gave Jacob a lazy smile and nodded. “I’ll come with you, you got me all dirty again,” he murmured affectionately. Connor rolled onto his side, smooched Jacob’s cheek, then moved to get up, ready to be clean and relaxed and cozy with his boy.