Who: Connor & Jacob Where: Their home When: Saturday evening 7/7 Warning: Turns NSFW
Jacob kind of felt like he should want to go hang out with Sage at work. It was Saturday, he was young and Dragonfly was the most happening place in Point Pleasant, but all he really wanted to do was go home. It had been a productive day, he'd chatted a while longer with Sage at Moxie's and then gotten a ride home before Sage had to go work. It wasn't like Connor had changed him, he was realizing he'd always kind of liked staying home or somewhere more chill more than he let on and now he didn't feel desperate to go out and get drunk anymore. He'd much rather watch some tv and then get some late dinner ready for Connor when he was off work.
He put the little rock he found on the lamp by his computer and it looked as nice there as he'd pictured. It wasn't like it was some sparkling jewel, but there was something very pleasing about it and he decided it was a reminder of survival, of how he and the others had gotten through something that could have very easily broken them. For now he was fine with forgetting about it and spending some time downstairs, only starting to cook about a half an hour before he expected Connor home. He liked that he always texted him to let him know he was on his way and tonight was no different, letting him know he was just in time with everything.
The storm the night before had caused some accidents, so Connor’s day had been fairly busy. Not as hectic as the night shift had been put through, but nights like that left a lot of patients to follow up on. It hadn’t been a bad day, just a busy one, and the upside to busy days was that time passed quickly. Before he knew it his ten hours were up and it was time to go home. Connor cleaned up a bit in the locker room and let Jacob know he was on his way once he climbed into the car. It was unspeakably nice to have someone to check in with, someone who expected him every day, who he looked forward to seeing.
By the time Connor pulled into the garage he was feeling warmly eager to give his boy a squeeze. He walked in through the kitchen door and smiled as he immediately smelled dinner cooking. “Hey baby,” he greeted, moving to set his stuff down and shrug out of his jacket.
Jacob usually met him at the door but he was stirring sauce and didn't want it to burn so that kept him somewhat trapped in the kitchen. "Hey," he said warmly, glancing over his shoulder at Connor and giving him a smile before wiggling a bit in an invitation to come hug him. "Dinner's almost ready, I hope you're hungry." He was getting better at cooking and it smelled good, if he said so himself. "We got chicken and pasta and veggies," he added and leaned back into the embrace when Connor came to hug him. "Did you have a good day?" Connor smelled good too, better than someone should after working all day but that was Connor. He always seemed so well put together, even on his bad days. At least to Jacob.
There was no resisting that wiggle, even if he’d wanted to, and Connor definitely did not. He stepped up behind Jacob to hug him from behind, humming as he dipped in to kiss the side of his face and neck. “Starving,” he murmured as he nibbled on Jacob’s skin a little, then let out a huff as he glanced at the food on the stove. “It all smells amazing. Yeah, my day was pretty good. Really fast, there was a lot to do. But no major trauma cases or anything.” A day where no one bled out on a table was the best kind of day. Connor hugged his boy tight to his chest for a moment, kissed his cheek again, then let him go so he could keep cooking. “How was yours?” He moved to the cabinet to get a wine glass as he spoke, ready to really relax now that he was home.
"It was really good!" Jacob replied as he kept stirring. "I took a walk down to Seaview and ran into Sage, we went to the tunnel as a kind of... I don't know. Cathartic thing? It was really peaceful, like that place is still creepy but it's just a place. I feel good about going there. Then we went to the new ice cream place and it's awesome, we should go there sometime. Sage totally wants us to meet his new boyfriend too, by the way, if you're up for that." He lowered the heat on the stove and turned to glance at Connor again. "He asked if we wanted to go on a triple date, like... No."
Jacob listed off his activities pretty quickly, and the bit about the tunnel didn’t register as significant as it should have right away, partly because his tone was so upbeat about it. Connor opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass, glancing over as well to meet Jacob’s eyes. “Triple date?” he asked. “Like, me and you, Sage and his new boyfriend, and ...? Jocelyn and what’s his name again? Neil?” Jacob didn’t have a boatload of close friends, so he could only assume that’s who the third couple would be. Connor wanted to make an effort to spend time with them for Jacob’s sake, even if being the only person over twenty five at the dinner table was going to feel awkward.
"Nate, yeah," Jacob tittered. "We agreed it'd probably be awful, so I told him we could go out sometime and casually invite him and Marshall. Like, we're already here if you wanna join us but no biggie. Sage is pretty nervous about the whole thing, it's super cute." He fully realized he had been just as bad but that hadn't been cute to him at all. It was different. He also realized he'd probably freak out a little if Connor started dragging him to dinners with co-workers or friends, he just liked to think his own friends were casual enough that Connor felt fine around them.
Right, Nate not Neil. Connor tried to drill that into his own head so he wouldn’t fuck it up in person and embarrass himself. When he was working he was confident with people of all ages, comfortable in his authority as a doctor, but on a social level ... sometimes when he was out with Jacob he felt like there was a big neon PREDATOR sign blinking over his head. It was easier to not give a shit about the opinions of strangers, but when it came to Jacob’s friends, Connor wanted them to understand and support what they had together. Or at least not think he was some old dirty pervert who had corrupted their friend. “Casual invitation might be best, yeah,” he agreed, picking up his wine and turning to lean his hip against the counter. He took a sip and then blinked. “Wait ... you said you went to the tunnel today?”
There was something in the way he asked, hesitant, that seemed to Jacob's mind a little on the topic and he hesitated too before smiling again. "Yeah, with Sage." It was time to bring the food to the table so he busied himself with that, but his mind was now a little fixated on the fact that maybe it had been a little weird. "Well, I mean, I wasn't gonna call him and ask him to come, you know, he'd never want to, but he was going there too." It was hard to ignore that slight sinking feeling in his stomach because going to the tunnel now felt just like it had before; dangerous. "We didn't go in or anything, we stayed a good way away from it. It was just... like... Wanting to - I don't know - see it?" He turned when he'd put the food on its platters and gave Connor a somewhat bewildered smile. "I don't know why I even wanted to."
Connor watched him as he moved around, a puzzled little frown on his face. He picked up on the odd tone in Jacob’s voice -- the whole thing sounded a little odd, really. Connor knew about the trauma the kids had endured in that place, even though his skeptical nature wrestled with the lack of rational explanation. Something terrible happened to that boy, and it had scarred the rest of them. There was probably some subconscious reason Jacob had wanted to go back though, and Connor’s mind immediately went to psychology. “You feel good about it though?” he asked, moving in closer to help Jacob carry the food to the table. He settled a hand on his boy’s lower back and leaned in to give him a soft smooch before he reached for a plate. “That was what you said first, right?”
"Yeah," Jacob replied and maybe that was what he should be holding onto. "We used to hang out there all the time with no problems, it was kinda weird to remember that." He grabbed a plate too, trying to shake off the somewhat dazed feeling he suddenly had after this realization. All of the tunnel stuff was something he wanted to put behind him and he'd really felt like he just had while he was out there but now he wasn't so sure. It was frustrating, like it all kept circling back when he thought he was ready to let go. He sat down and waited for Connor to pile food on his plate before doing the same. "You've never been out there, right?"
He got his plate ready and then joined Jacob at the table, bringing the wine along with him. “No, I never have,” Connor confirmed with a small shake of his head. Ever since Jacob had told him about what happened, he’d been assuming Jacob would never go out there again. Apparently he’d been wrong, but his boy didn’t seem upset or even particularly rattled about it. Was that a sign of healing or denial? Connor was no therapist, he wasn’t sure. “Would you like me to? I’m glad you didn’t go alone.” He picked up his fork to taste the pasta, which was good as always. Jacob was really turning into quite the cook, and he seemed to enjoy doing it, so Connor was definitely not complaining.
"No." Jacob's eyes went wide momentarily and he shook his head quickly and maybe that all too quick of a reaction was more telling than he wanted it to be. He didn't want Connor anywhere near that tunnel, or anyone for that matter, and he couldn't say why today had been different. "I'm not going back there, nobody should." It was not his place to boss Connor around but the urge to tell him to stay away was strong and on the tip of his tongue. "You won't go there, right?" he asked instead, his food ignored for now because he was a little too preoccupied with the idea of Connor going missing in Cooperdale and Jacob knew that would absolutely kill him.
Well that was an interesting answer, considering. Connor studied him across the table, washing his bite down with some wine. “I have no reason or desire to go out there,” he assured him once his mouth was clear. “But if you feel the urge to go again ... I don’t want you out there alone, okay?” It sounded like Sage accompanying him had been almost accidental, and Connor didn’t like that. He knew this town had a reputation for disappearances, he didn’t know what he would do if Jacob just up and vanished one day. Connor paused, still eyeing him. “Are you sure you feel okay about it? Being there today? You know you can talk to me if you don’t ...”
"I-" Jacob started and then hummed, half in frustration. "I guess it was a little weird but yeah, I feel less afraid, I guess? But I'm not going back there." If he was honest about it, he had no idea what he was really feeling. Confused, mostly, frustrated that he wasn't better in tune with his emotions than this. "Not alone or with anyone else. I guess I just needed a reminder that it's a place made by people and not... whatever my memory's been making of it." He didn't know how else to explain it but he also felt like maybe he couldn't explain it at all. He'd gone out there, it had felt good but a little scary and the rest of his day had been nice. Only now he didn't really understand the urge to go there at all. Trauma was weird, he supposed.
Trauma was weird, and there was plenty of sense in what Jacob was saying, but something about it felt off to Connor. He couldn’t even really pinpoint it, so he tried not to let it make him too uneasy. He was just worried about Jacob’s safety, that was all, right? “I can see that, yeah,” he murmured, nodding with understanding. Connor picked up his glass for another sip, then gave Jacob a faint smile. “I’m glad you feel good about it. Seems like something you needed to do.” It was over and he was fine and he had no intention of going back, so Connor supposed it was nothing to worry about. He moved his foot to nudge it against Jacob’s under the table. “So how is Sage doing?”
"He's... Okay?" Jacob said with a little wrinkle of his nose. "I mean, he's a wreck but he's doing better. He's working again, he's seeing that vet, he just moved in with a friend. But yeah, he's- I don't know if he'll ever be okay. We mostly talked about music and double dates when we were at that ice cream place. Which, by the way, we gotta go. It's so good." He nudged Connor back and then started eating as he reminded himself he couldn't fix anything, he could only be there for his friends and hope they pulled through on their own.
Connor didn’t feel like he had a full grasp on what had happened to Sage -- a feeling he was experiencing more and more often, living here -- but he understood the effects of trauma well enough. The source didn’t always matter so much. And it sounded like Jacob was doing the right things, just being there as a friend and doing normal activities with him. “Those all sound like good steps,” he said with a nod as he started in on his own food again. “I’ve got a couple of days off next week, maybe we can go then.” Connor let them eat quietly for a few minutes, appreciating the effort Jacob always put into the meals he made him.
Connor didn't often say no to him and Jacob really hoped he would if he really didn't want to do something. He'd been good about meeting his friends and a casual meet-up was way nicer than a giant gettogether somewhere or something more formal. Plus, Marshall was a little older and a vet so maybe they could at least bond over something to do with work, unruly patients and such. That thought put a grin on his face and he then looked at Connor warmly, feeling stupidly satisfied to watch him eat his meal. Caretaking went both ways and Connor always took such good care of him, it felt good to be able to do the same, no matter how small it was.
They chatted a bit more as they worked through their food, Connor recounting a few funny things that had happened over his hospital shift -- without patient names, of course. Once they were finished eating, he put some music on the bluetooth speaker, then helped clear the table and clean up the kitchen, content to spend some domestic time with his boy. Connor knew he was providing a pretty sweet living arrangement for Jacob, but he never wanted him to feel like a servant ... except when it was fun and sexy. So he made a point to pitch in, even though Jacob took care of most of the housework. Doing it together was nice, and he took the opportunity to whip at Jacob’s butt with a towel a few times before they finished up. Connor stepped up behind him at the counter and wrapped arms around him, planting kisses against the side of his neck and jaw. “Join me in the shower?” he murmured.
Doing tasks together was such an underrated way of spending time with someone and Jacob always found that he and Connor worked well together when they joined up for chores. They knew each other well enough now that they didn't get in each other's way anymore and whatever awkwardness had been there at first had passed. He tittered at the swatting and then relaxed back against Connor, covering his arms with his own and swaying a little. "Mmhmm, I'll wash you," he murmured even if he didn't really need one himself. It was just nice as hell to have his man naked and soaped up and Jacob was always eager to touch him. "You don't want a bubble bath?" he added with a grin, his head tilted to give Connor better access to his neck, the little kisses sending pleasant little flutters through him.
Connor made an intrigued sound in the back of his throat as he nibbled on Jacob’s warm skin. His tone was kind of teasing, but as soon as he said it, soaking in their big tub with Jacob and being washed sounded fantastic. “Well now I do,” he said softly next to Jacob’s ear, grinning a bit. His body felt so nice against the front of Connor’s, he lingered there for another moment, giving him a firm squeeze before he let go and gave Jacob space to turn around. Connor cupped his jaw and kissed his lips gently, then flashed him another smile. “Want to go up and get it started? I’m going to grab a wine refill.”
Jacob hummed again in agreement, running his hands down Connor's arms before he untangled from his hold with one more kiss and jogged upstairs to get the water started. He rinsed the tub first and then let it start filling while he stripped down, knowing full well that him being naked was very much part of everything being ready. He liked it like that; he was Connor's 'house boy' in the best way possible and they had a lot of fun little rules around the house that he enjoyed following. Being naked before entering the bedroom was one of those rules and right now it extended to the bathroom too.
It was the weekend and lounging in a bubble bath should definitely come with a tasty alcoholic beverage, so Connor fixed Jacob a rum cocktail to take up with him as well. He flipped off most of the lights as he made his way upstairs, sure they would stay cozy in the bedroom after their bath. At least he would, Connor had a feeling he was going to sleep damn well tonight. He stepped into the spacious bathroom and nudged the door shut behind him, even if it was unnecessary. It still created the feeling of an intimate space. Seeing Jacob already naked made his insides flutter happily and he smiled as he set their drinks down on the counter. The water was still running strong and the air was starting to smell like the bath bomb and it was lovely. “Give me a hand with these?” Connor murmured as he stepped up close to Jacob. He plucked at the front of his own shirt, his gaze warm.
Jacob straightened up and leaned in to start unbuttoning his shirt, basking in the way Connor looked at him as he focused on what he was doing. He loved undressing him, it was always like unwrapping a present and while there were no surprises involved, the joy was always the same. Getting the layers out of the way to get to the warm skin and more intimate pleasures. No matter what the outside world was like, home with Connor was always a safe space, especially at moments like these when they set the scene and spiced things up. The bathroom felt like a sanctuary, warm and fragrant and Jacob soaked in the whole vibe as he nudged Connor's shirt off his shoulders.
Jacob’s enjoyment was always palpable, which made Connor love it even more. He watched his boy’s lovely face as he undid buttons and guided his shirt down his arms. Connor let it drop, then lifted his arms so Jacob could peel off his undershirt as well. Once his upper body was bare, he stroked his fingers up Jacob’s arms and across his chest, letting his gaze roam over his lovely form. Connor traced the lines of him almost dreamily, watching goosebumps ripple across his skin when he hit certain areas. This was the best way possible to relax after a long day ... or any day, really. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands gliding up the sides of Jacob’s neck to caress his jawline.
Like most people, Jacob could feel beautiful but only given the right conditions, the right amount of sleep, the right lighting, the right clothes, the right angles... Connor managed to make all those things unnecessary, simply with the way he looked at him and the way he touched him only amplified it. Jacob was putty in his hands, craning his neck for more of that touch, his expression soft as he gazed back at him. "No, you," he murmured coyly but god he did feel beautiful and not even in a way that was particularly vain. He felt like a prized possession, something for Connor to be proud of more so than himself, like anything he did right was a feather in his Dom's cap and not his own. He traced his fingers firmly down Connor's sides, stopping at the waistline of his pants. "Can I?"
The response made Connor huff softly, but he wasn’t fooled by the flippancy. He could see how pleased Jacob was with those types of compliments, how he was starting to really believe them, as he should. Connor did prize him in a very private way -- he loved taking his boy out when they both looked good, but there was nowhere in polite society he could really show him off. Not like this, when there was that playful hungry sparkle in his bedroom eyes. It made Connor miss the kink clubs a little, and he thought maybe they needed a weekend away soon. “Be my guest,” Connor answered softly, his lips quirking up a bit. He kept lightly touching Jacob’s neck and chest, pausing to tweak and lightly toy with his nipples while he was in such easy reach.
Jacob met his gaze with a little smile before looking down again and moving to unbutton his pants slowly, giving himself the time he wanted since they were still waiting for the tub anyway. He was fully prepared for all this desire to fade a little with time but he couldn't foresee it in the near future and even then he couldn't imagine his chest wouldn't feel this full with love. Connor had become so much more than just a sexy dominant that made him feel stupid with longing, they felt more like a team now, real partners, with just a little twist. He slipped his fingers inside, just barely gracing Connor's cock before pulling his pants down, bending his knees momentarily as if to get down. "Can I?" he asked again, quirking a brow.
“Please do,” he murmured, the words coming out heavier and huskier this time. Connor moved to card his fingers through Jacob’s hair, watching the descent with hooded eyes. That one little touch had been enough to get the blood really flowing, and his cock was filling out inside his boxer briefs as Jacob pulled his pants down. He always looked so hot on his knees, Connor suddenly wished they had a bigger mirror in this bathroom. He would have to get a full length mirror installed somewhere. He ran his hands through Jacob’s hair again and caressed his shoulders, unable to get his fill of touching him. Connor knew neither of them wanted to rush this, this was just going to be the start of lots of pleasure to come, but the anticipation was still so sweet.
Jacob had learned his lesson about kneeling on the bathroom floor so he grabbed a towel to set down before he knelt and didn't rush as he pulled Connor's pants down lower. He helped him step out of them, gently tugging his socks and underwear off as well, folding them up and setting them aside on the nearby chair. Only when the clothing was out of the way, he started trailing little kisses along Connor's thighs, moving from one to the other when he felt like he was getting too high up, glancing up at Connor with heat in his eyes as he stroked his hips and breathed in his scent.
The care Jacob took even with his dirty clothes touched Connor in ways that had nothing to do with the fabric itself. It was a special kind of respect and reverence, that heady feeling that only Jacob could really give him. From the look in Jacob’s eyes to the soft trails left by his fingers and lips, none of it ever felt forced or even exaggerated to please him -- it all made up the most real and honest connection he’d ever had. Connor watched everything his boy did, admiring the pale curves and lines of his back, the way his breath tickled, the softness of his hair under Connor’s fingers. He let one hand fall to his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before he brushed the head of it against Jacob’s cheek.
Jacob nuzzled his cheek against him for a few seconds before he turned his face to brush his lips against the tip of his cock, looking up at him again in a quiet bid for approval and permission though both didn't need to be spoken. It felt like they were communicating on some other level though he didn't know if that was all just in his own mind. It didn't really matter, they were both enjoying this and Jacob - permission or not - flicked his tongue out to taste Connor, then traced his tongue around his head more slowly.
Connor’s breath caught at the contact, a bright little flash of pleasure running up the length of him. He was well aware that he wasn’t at his freshest, hadn’t set foot in the bath yet, but that somehow made it even hotter. Jacob didn’t care, because Jacob loved every taste of him, and it made Connor feel incredibly desired. He slipped one hand down to caress the side of Jacob’s face before he guided his mouth further open with his thumb. Connor rolled his hips to slide the tip of his cock past Jacob’s lips, just teasing the head for an indulgent moment. “God, your mouth,” he groaned softly.
It was hot as fuck, the way Connor pressed his mouth more open and Jacob basked in that feeling of submission as he toyed with Connor's cock with his tongue, both dutifully and hungrily at once. He had his ups and downs for sure but every time he was with Connor or thought about him, he felt so stupidly lucky, like he had no reason in the world to ever feel down. Sometimes he wasn't even sure which was better, how much he loved Connor, or how Connor loved him back. He could never have imagined someone would look at him like this, let alone someone he was so crazy about.
Life was never going to be perfect, but it felt so much easier with someone in his life like this. Someone to care about and support, who was such a good match for him, someone to give meaning to his life beyond work. He felt like the lucky one, much more often than Jacob would ever guess. How could he look down at the view in front of him and feel anything but stupidly lucky? Connor was more than a little tempted to start fucking Jacob’s mouth, but he didn’t want to rush anything tonight. Just knowing that Jacob wouldn’t protest was almost as good as the act itself. Connor pulled back, letting out a slow breath between his lips. He gave Jacob a little smile and offered him a hand up. “Come on, let me wash before I give you too much of that,” he murmured.
Jacob made a disgruntled little sound at that, but he smiled as he accepted Connor's hand and got up, leaning against him contently. "Let me wash you," he said softly before pulling back and pulling Connor with him, tangling their fingers together. "I can be your bath boy, like a... servant of the baths." He was an artist, not a wordsmith, but he was sure there was a good word for it he just couldn't remember. It made him think of greek art and probably some porno or another he'd seen inspired by them. A pretty gay servant washing his master in the bath house? It sounded nice and while they weren't in a bathhouse, this was close enough.
Connor laughed a little at that, though it made his cock throb a tiny bit. The idea of having a bath attendant -- a bath boy, as Jacob deliciously put it -- was indulgent as hell, and it did turn him on to be indulged. “If you insist,” Connor murmured with a little grin. The tub was almost full now, the water fragrant and inviting. He stepped into it and got settled, making room with his legs for Jacob to join him. This big tub had really been a selling point for the house for him. Neither of them were huge men, but it was so nice to have room enough for both of them to relax. “So where are you going to start, bath boy?” he asked as he leaned back, watching Jacob with a little smirk.
Jacob poured soap into the palm of his hand as he settled down between Connor's legs, humming as he contemplated it. It was tempting to go straight for Connor's chest and work his way down while he kissed him but then he had a better idea. He scooted back a little, rubbing his hands together to make the sweet fragranced soap foam a little. "Your feet," he murmured and nudged Connor to give him one to start, turning the cleaning into a little foot massage as he gazed lovingly up at Connor. He wouldn't linger there long unless Connor explicitly told him to, too eager to touch him more, but it was nice and intimate and he knew it felt good.
After being on them all day, Connor was not going to rush Jacob through a foot massage, especially not when he was soaking in a lovely hot bath at the same time. He slouched a little more and leaned his head back against the edge of the tub with a contented sigh. He wasn’t sure what it was, but any attention to his feet felt extra pampering, and he loved that Jacob didn’t hesitate to touch any part of him. Connor gave a sublimely happy little smile as he watched him back, reaching for his wine glass for a long sip. He idly wondered how far up his body this washing would actually get before they got sidetracked into alternative bath boy duties.
Jacob was determined to give him a lot of attention but he knew as well as Connor did that he could easily be distracted. He focused for now, deciding to take his time once he saw how much Connor was enjoying it, giving each foot a few minutes of attention, rubbing the soles firmly in slow circles. He didn't stay as long at the ankles and the rest of Connor's legs got a bit neglected as he scooted closer to him, bringing the soap with him. He ended up straddling his lap, reaching for his own drink and taking a sip, all but purring with contentment. A cocktail, a hot bath, bubbles and a perfect man? Life couldn't get any better than this. He put the glass away again and set the soap aside so that he could run his hands over Connor's shoulders and chest, liking this slow pace and the way Connor was looking at him. It all felt very leisurely and relaxed, and yet he had a familiar flutter of excitement in his stomach.
Connor loved to feel Jacob on his lap under any circumstances, but it felt especially nice in a hot bathtub, being pampered with touch like this. He watched his boy take a drink with a smile on his face, feeling like a king. It was amazing how having the right person in one’s life could elevate everything so much. He took another sip from his wine glass before he set it aside and let his hands dip underneath the water to stroke Jacob’s thighs. The change in position and Jacob’s hands on his chest were definitely having an effect on him, and Connor felt his cock lazily filling up against his stomach. “You spoil me,” he murmured, not a note of complaint in his voice. Connor’s hands slid further upward to squeeze his hips a bit. “I hope you know that.”
"Just trying to give as good as I get," Jacob replied, enjoying the texture of Connor's skin and the way his hands could glide more smoothly over it thanks to the bath bomb and its oils. Everything felt smooth and hazy and he took his time as he rubbed at Connor's chest and shoulders in something close enough to a massage to be comfortable. "You've worked hard all day," he murmured. "You deserve to be spoiled." He leaned in and brushed his nose against Connor's temple, his hands gliding back down to his stomach. "I'd do anything for you, you know that, right?" It had always felt like a stupid thing to say, like writing an empty check and hoping it didn't break the bank, but with Connor it felt safe. He'd trust him with anything.
He couldn’t see himself ever asking Jacob for more than he would want to give, enthusiastic consent was so baked into everything about their life together. It was still erotic as hell to hear that his boy was that dedicated to him, that willing to sacrifice for him. It was that kind of thing that made Connor incredibly happy to get up and work hard all day to provide for both of them. He loved taking care of Jacob so much, and it was so hard to explain to anybody else. They both got so much out of it, nothing felt exploitative or unbalanced about it. “I do,” Connor replied softly, his lips twitching upward as he nudged his head against Jacob’s. “And I’d do anything for you. I love you so goddamn much.” He turned his head to kiss him, one hand coming up to cup the side of Jacob’s jaw.
Some bratty part of Jacob wanted to smugly start asking for impossible things and while he didn't indulge it, not truly in that mood, he could appreciate that Connor made him feel comfortable enough to actually do it if he wanted to. He'd never seen himself as a brat but with love and security came playfulness so there was that. "I love you," he murmured against his lips instead before the kiss deepened and he felt the urge to press closer to Connor, to feel him with as much of his body as he could. He pressed his calves against Connor's calves, scooting his hips forward a bit until he felt his hardening cock against his own, his hands sliding back up to Connor's neck, cupping it at the sides.
It was something Connor never got tired of hearing. People who didn’t actually understand BDSM tended to think of dominants as aloof and cold when they weren’t being punitive, uncaring with no emotional needs of their own. Connor blamed bad media portrayals of their lifestyle, and all the porn that wasn’t interested in reality. He knew that Jacob had far more power and control in this relationship than most would think from the outside. In truth, he had Connor wrapped around his little finger, had him wanting to grant every desire Jacob expressed and even those he didn’t. Connor wanted to anticipate his needs and take care of him -- he needed to do it, it just felt like part of the way he loved. He’d never felt so fulfilled in a relationship before, it was amazing. He tried to put all of that impossible-to-explain love into the kiss as he tasted his boy, hands running down his sides to squeeze at his hips and ass, a soft groan caught in his throat. Having his body so close certainly sped up what was happening in his groin, and Connor rocked up a bit for more pressure against his swollen cock.
Jacob had believed in those stereotypes too for a long time and it had felt immensely lonely to crave something he knew would make him unhappy. He'd always thought his life would have to somehow be split up into neat little categories, that if he actually met someone like Connor he couldn't be part of his life beyond their 'sessions' and what kind of life was that? He had learned the truth before he met Connor, true, but Connor had solidified it and made it real to him, melted away those walls and blended so easily into every facet of his life. God but he loved him so much and the way Connor loved him made it easier to love himself too. He could feel it on him, in that kiss, in the way Connor looked at him and touched him, mixing together those two things Jacob had always thought had to be separate; sex and love. He kept rubbing Connor's body, slow and firm all over, until he slid one hand between them. He almost grabbed Connor's cock but he stopped just short, smiling against his lips. "Can I?"
Even if Jacob didn’t always realize it, because Connor was an older adult and seemed to have all of his shit together, he’d truly changed Connor’s life for the better. It wasn’t the first relationship he’d ever had, but it was certainly the smoothest and felt the most right. Their uneven edges had just clicked perfectly together. Connor wasn’t naive enough to think they wouldn’t ever face any problems, but he felt more confident that they would work them out together than he’d ever been with anyone else. The uncertainty he’d felt early on about their age gap was fading more and more all the time, and Connor just wanted to be with him for the rest of his life. The way Jacob stopped to ask for permission made him grin and his chest feel overfull with a particular sort of joy. “You can,” he murmured back, squeezing Jacob’s asscheeks again almost as a reminder that he didn’t have to ask permission.
Asking for permission was as much for Jacob's enjoyment as it was for Connor's and he wiggled a bit in Connor's grip as he took hold of his cock, lightly stroking it while kissing him again. It was nothing short of amazing how confident Connor made him feel, how much he'd grown in this relationship, how much more at ease he felt in his own skin. He would later understand why Connor was hesitant at first but he was young and age was still just a number to him and how could age be a problem when they were so perfect together? He pulled back again just to look at Connor, letting himself gaze into his dark eyes, so full of love and warmth for him as well as desire. He couldn't ask for more, it all made his chest feel comfortably tight.
God, those bedroom eyes of his did Connor in every time, his breath catching in his chest as their gazes met while Jacob’s hand really started to fill him with pleasure. The water was a little extra slick from the bath bomb, and the sensation of his boy’s fingers gliding over him had him feeling rock hard and achey in a matter of seconds. It was a tease, a sweet promise of what was to come, but he still felt like he could languish in that lowkey pleasure for hours. He let his hands roam further over Jacob’s body, every curve and angle memorized by now but still so nice to touch. After a moment he slipped his hand between them as well to wrap around Jacob’s cock, smiling a bit as he scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “Can you keep your hand steady?” he murmured as he started to stroke him in return, his grip more firm.
"Yeah of course," Jacob replied with just a touch of amused indignation and a little titter. "I'm an artist, it's what I do." He wasn't good at a whole lot of things but he'd put a lot of work into drawing and he had good control over his hands. Maybe not as much when Connor was touching him like this, but better than most. "Just tell me what you want me to do," he added in a soft murmur, rolling his hips a bit to urge Connor on, his stroking building up a sweet pressure in his crotch. "Do you want me to hold still?" he added, unsure why Connor had asked and not wanting to just stop stroking him in case he had misunderstood.
Connor hummed a negative answer through his smile, amused at Jacob’s first response -- of course he had extra steady hands, that was his talented boy. He should’ve known better than to think he could distract him away from giving the best handjob possible, though it was still fun to try. “Just stay right here and keep doing what you’re doing,” he answered softly. The way Jacob’s hips moved sent extra heat through him and he closed the gap to kiss him deeply again while they stroked and played with each other. It all felt so nicely unhurried and sensual, his free hand still exploring Jacob’s damp skin while he tasted the rum lingering on his tongue.
Jacob had probably been too quick and too cocky in his reply because he hadn't really been thinking about the circumstances under which he was going to keep his hand steady and it started to dawn on him pretty quickly that he had probably been wrong. Thankfully, stroking Connor wasn't some high precision task he struggled with, it came naturally to glide his hand over his cock, pressing the places he knew were more sensitive than others and rubbing his thumb over the head. It didn't require much thought and as the heat in his groin started rising he was glad for that because his concentration wasn't exactly great when Connor was touching him like this. He moaned softly into the kiss, more than happy to do what Connor asked and stay right where he was. It felt almost decadent; the bath and the alcohol and Connor's beautiful body at his exposure and god did he love him. "Still good?" he whispered against Connor's lips and he was beginning to feel a bit like jello with fire at his core.
‘Good’ didn’t even come close to how it felt, but Connor’s vocabulary always went down the tubes when they were in a compromising position like this. He was sometimes envious of the doms who always seemed to keep their cool and could whisper reams of erotica into their subs’ ears. Connor could do that sometimes, but so often Jacob held him firmly in the moment, it was challenging to do much but follow his instincts to chase all that pleasure. Even distracted, Jacob’s hand was firm and steady and perfect, and Connor enjoyed feeling the progression of tension in his boy’s body too. Connor had some fuzzy desires beyond jerking one another off in the bathtub, but it wasn’t until Jacob spoke up again that they got strong enough to do anything about. “I want to be inside you,” he breathed back, nipping at Jacob’s bottom lip. Connor slid his fingers around to lightly rub and tease at Jacob’s entrance while he squeezed his cock more firmly. “You want that?”
Jacob didn't try to hold back the helpless little moan that escaped his throat, his ass puckering against Connor's touch and a jolt of pleasure going through him. "Always," he whispered and at the moment it was hard to imagine not wanting it at any given point. There were definitely times he didn't feel up to it but tonight was not one of those nights and 'always' felt very true to him. It made him want to straddle Connor and take him inside right away and he pressed back against his fingers in encouragement. He wasn't worried about getting it in, things felt slick enough, but they'd probably need something more if Connor wanted to actually move inside of him so he reached for the subtle bottle of lubricant they kept at the corner of the tub and brought it between their bodies while still slowly stroking Connor's cock.
Connor adored that their home had lube conveniently stashed almost everywhere, for those more impulsive bouts of lust. Bodies and moods weren’t always cooperative, of course, and he knew and understood that, but he was greedily glad tonight wasn’t one of those nights. “You’re such a good boy,” he purred as he stroked Jacob’s ass. “Always giving me everything I need.” Connor slipped the tip of one finger inside him, inhaling sharply through his nose at how Jacob’s body gripped him. Water and lube didn’t mix well, so he knew this would be more grinding than anything, or they would have to move, but for now just being buried inside of his boy sounded beyond perfect. “I want you to sit on my cock so I can feel you while I play with this beautiful dick,” he whispered, his grip tightening briefly around Jacob’s erection.
This would have been perfect all on its own, the slick, warm water and Connor's hands on him, inside of him, their bodies flush together, skin rubbing against skin. The promise of more made Jacob keen softly and he smiled faintly against Connor's lips before nodding. It took some maneuvering but he focused on getting as lubed as he could, rising out of the water for a few moments to prepare himself and in doing so giving Connor more access to his body, maybe showing off a little not too subtly. When he sat back down he reached for Connor's cock again, lining it up with his body and gingerly letting it press inside. Like Connor he knew this wouldn't be very vigorous but he didn't need that tonight; sometimes slow was more intense.
He took advantage of the moments Jacob was out of the water to run his hands over his lithe torso, kissing his soapy stomach and chest while he fondled his balls. Connor loved seeing his bare body at any moment of the day, but it was especially delicious when he could tell Jacob was feeling himself too. His sub’s confidence had grown by leaps and bounds since they’d met, and it was just making him hotter to Connor. He caressed Jacob’s hips as he sank down around him, a low groan catching in his throat at all that hot pressure. Connor gently rocked his hips to help ease himself inside, working with his boy until they were fully joined. “God, Jacob,” he exhaled. Connor squeezed his hips as he leaned in to kiss hungrily him again.
This always felt so right and far more thrilling than it had any right to be given its simplicity. Connor filled him out so nicely, pressing against sensitive nerves and by the time he was halfway inside him, Jacob's mind already felt half gone. He kissed Connor back as he settled on his lap, wanting to squeeze him somehow with his whole body, every muscle and nerve hungry for something physically impossible. He didn't need to move much at all to feel pleasant sparks shoot through him, his cock unwavering in its hardness, his body squirming in Connor's hold. "You feel so good," he almost whimpered into the kiss and while Connor always felt good, sometimes his body was just more receptive to the pleasure, like now.
That needy tone in Jacob’s voice never failed to drive Connor crazy in the best sort of way. In moments like this, all he wanted was to drown Jacob in pleasure and love and spoil the hell out of him. The setting was perfect for that -- drinks and a bubble bath and a slow warm up -- and Connor wanted the sex to be just as perfect, however that looked in the moment. They may as well be soaking in champagne in a golden tub, he felt so kingly. Connor let his hands roam all over his boy again while they both adjusted to all that pressure, his heart pounding in his chest. He gently toyed with Jacob’s nipples, nibbling at his bottom lip. After a moment he started to move slightly underneath him, a groan catching in his throat as hot pleasure shot through his core.
Kingly was right, Jacob felt like a royal concubine at the moment and everything felt so sensual and perfect. He felt like he should be pampering Connor more but it was too easy to get lost in the pleasure as the older man played him like an instrument, getting him taut and vibrating within seconds. He didn't even need to move for that but once he did, any chance of Jacob being present in mind and body was out the window. He rocked with him, lips parted as his breathing came out quicker and heavier, his knees pressing against Connor's thighs and the hard walls of the bath and his body moving of its own accord. "You feel so good," he said again, his vocabulary failing him but it came out needy and genuine so it didn't much matter. All that mattered was the way Connor felt inside him and the way he touched him everywhere.
Jacob could say it with every breath, as far as Connor was concerned. He loved to hear it, especially when it was so breathy and strained with pleasure. “You feel even better,” he half-moaned, dipping his head in to kiss and lightly bite at the side of Jacob’s neck. God he knew how to work his hips in such a perfect fucking way, that over-full feeling in Connor’s balls was already growing. His body was starting to feel restless, like it wanted more movement, longer thrusts, but holding back on that urge was delicious in itself, and everything already felt so good. He nuzzled behind Jacob’s ear before moving to claim his mouth again with some deep kisses, his hands sliding down to Jacob’s hips to follow his movements. “You’re gonna make me come so goddamn hard, my sexy little bath slut,” he whispered, smiling faintly.
"Yeah?" Jacob moaned and he was very happy to hear that, grinning back in a somewhat dopey way. His eyelids were heavy and it felt so good to just focus on the way pleasure was building in his body like heat spreading from his crotch throughout his center. "I am your bath slut," he agreed in a near whisper between content sighs, nipping on Connor's lips as he kept moving. "Tell me if you want me to come," he added and gently rubbed Connor's chest, pressing in a little harder when his fingers trailed over his nipples. "I'll come whenever you want me to."
“Damn right you will,” Connor grinned, amused at the choice of words. Jacob rarely came these days without permission, and he loved knowing that he owned all of his boy’s orgasms. Connor’s hand moved to Jacob’s cock again, only teasing his fingers along the shaft for the moment, heavy lidded eyes on his face. He looked so unearthly beautiful to Connor when he was so full of pleasure, he couldn’t help but stare at it whenever he got the chance. “Ready to come so fast, just sitting on me?” Connor murmured, his tone warm and teasing. He rocked his hips with a bit more force, a groan catching in his throat. “How bad do you want it?”
"I don't," Jacob admitted in a soft moan. "Not yet. Not unless you want me to." He wasn't even sure how easily he could keep the promise to come when Connor told him to since he wasn't riding that edge just yet but the idea of it was hot enough to amp everything up so maybe it wouldn't be hard at all. He just felt greedy and wanted to keep going, stay lost in this blissful state for a little longer, close to Connor, his body happily writhing against him. He thought that if Connor came first that'd definitely set him off, but the thought of being told to come was insanely hot as well. "I'd do anything you tell me," he groaned and that he felt like he could promise one hundred percent.
Connor wasn’t ready yet either, so he was pleased with that answer -- especially the submission in it. Even if Jacob wasn’t right on the edge now, Connor knew he would get himself there as fast as possible once he’d been commanded to come. Connor would help, of course, he knew his boy’s body backward and forward now, and the right things to say and kiss and suck on to get his fires blazing. “Good,” he said, wrapping his hand around Jacob’s cock. Connor squeezed lightly and gave it a couple of slow strokes. “Because you’re mine, and I want more of this sweet ass, so keep riding me, baby.” His other hand slid around to grip one of Jacob’s asscheeks, pulling him into a bit of a faster pace.
Jacob happily yielded, the words, the added friction and Connor's hand making him think that maybe he wouldn't last as long as Connor might want him to. It wasn't a stressful realization, they didn't have that kind of a relationship, but it was on some level amusing that Connor could so easily manipulate his body and ramp things up. He scraped his teeth against his bottom lip, resting their foreheads together and staring into Connor's eyes as he let himself get lost in the faster movements, taking Connor as deep as this position would let him and grinding down against him. "I love you," he groaned. "I'd do anything for you."
It was so perfect -- the closeness, the way Jacob moved his body, the sounds they were both making, even the bubbly hot water sloshing around them felt pretty good on his skin. Connor wasn’t sure he would last as long as his words made it sound either. “God, you feel so good,” he pant-moaned, still careful to work his hand at a slower pace around his boy’s cock. His control was starting to slip though, his fist tightening every few seconds as his whole body wanted to tense up with the pleasure throbbing through him. “I want to fill you up with my cum and then take you to bed to do it again ... and you’ll take it all because you’re mine, isn’t that right, baby?”
"Yeah," Jacob moaned and the idea of going all night was appealing in the moment when he was so lost to his feelings and pleasure. He would let Connor use him until he was exhausted and then some and love every moment of it. The idea of it alone had him squirming from the heat rising in his groin. "I'm yours," he whispered between short and shallow breaths. "Always." Connor was his too and he ran his hands over him in a way that said as much, loving how sure he was of that, of how secure this all felt. He once thought that love would take the edge off the kind of sex he liked but he'd been so wrong, it just enhanced it, drove it up to eleven, stacking emotions on top of emotions.
Connor could feel the possessiveness in that touch, and he loved it just as much as Jacob did, though maybe for different reasons. Sexy mind games could be fun sometimes, but Connor wanted his boy to know he was there, to feel that solid foundation underneath him at all times. It felt so good to be needed and relied on, and the rush he got from holding Jacob’s pleasure so tightly in his hands was intense. He got lost in it for a little while, mindlessly pushing up into the tight grip of Jacob’s body over and over. The pressure in his groin grew rapidly, and the bodily frustration from having limited movement was only ramping him up more. “Fuck,” he gasped somewhere in all the heavy breathing. Connor started stroking Jacob’s cock faster, his hand tightening. “I’m close ... come for me, Jacob.”
The worry he might not be able to come right when Connor wanted him to was short lived because Jacob's body was oh so ready by the time Connor said the magic words. He'd been trembling on that edge for a while, feeling that shake in his thighs as he kept moving, his balls tight, hot and sensitive as they got caught in the friction of their bodies and Connor's hand on his cock, even before he started really moving, was tantalizing. He buried his face against Connor's neck, giving a few more thrusts of his hips before he let go, hoping to feel Connor go off at the same time and yet unsure he'd really notice it with the eruption of his own body. His moans felt loud in the bathroom's acoustics but he didn't care who heard them. They belonged to Connor just like his orgasm did, he could never feel ashamed of that.
There was nobody to hear it, in their lovely home, but even if there had been, Connor wouldn’t have cared either. He drank it all in like it was wine itself, his pleasure rising even higher as he relished every clench and throb of Jacob’s body. It had to be his favorite sensation in the world, with his own orgasms coming in a very close second. “That’s my boy, yes, fuck,” he moaned as he kept milking Jacob’s cock through the strongest contractions. Connor kept his hips pumping too, and before Jacob was done, he was crossing his own finish line, his free hand gripping Jacob’s hip hard as he shuddered underneath him. He pressed their heads together as he groaned and emptied himself into his boy, lost with him in that lovely mindless bliss for a few moments.
When he started coming down from the rush that came with his climax, Jacob gave Connor a dopey little smile and cupped his face affectionately with wet hands. "I love you," he murmured, his voice a little more hoarse and raw than usual. "I meant everything I said." Connor already knew that but it still felt good to tell him, to remind him that he belonged to him every bit as much when they weren't fucking as he did when he was reeling with pleasure and out of his mind. Of sound body and mind and all that jazz, he was Connor's forever and if Connor wanted to take advantage of that in any way - fun or otherwise - Jacob would let him. Maybe he wasn't the most reliable source right at that moment, all the good chemicals flooding his body making him feel like he was actually floating.
It wasn’t news to Connor, but he still enjoyed hearing it, as many times as Jacob wanted to tell him. He slid his hands down his boy’s sides to squeeze his hips, an equally stupid grin crossing his face. “I love you too,” he murmured back. “And I know ... me too.” He tittered faintly, since everything he’d said had been greedy and possessive. Jacob made him feel greedily possessive, and knowing it was welcome and even thrived on was the best feeling in the world. “I would do anything for you too,” he added, more sincere this time. Connor bumped their noses together and stole a little kiss. “I want to give you everything, forever.”
Jacob liked him greedy, there was nothing quite like being desired so strongly, to feel so wanted and - at times - used. "Then we're perfect for each other," he murmured contently, licking his lips where he thought he could still feel the touch of Connor's lips, then reached for his glass and finished its contents before putting it back. It had a pleasant burn that added more stimulation to his already open and eager body and he wanted to bask in it, closing his eyes and tilting his head back a little. "We should do this more often," he murmured, arms wound around Connor's neck again.
“Mmhmm, we knew that.” Connor watched him move and drink, loving how blissful Jacob looked. He was sure there was some deep psychological reason for his need to take care of people, some compulsion from helplessly watching his parents suffer for many years that had translated into a career in medicine, and much more personal preferences that were so tied to control. Connor was sure a therapist would have a field day with him, but he didn’t feel the need to have himself entirely figured out. He was who he was, and having a sub to dote on and spoil gave him profound satisfaction, made so much deeper by the genuine love between them. They were perfect for each other. “What, fuck?” he teased with a lazy grin, eyes on Jacob’s lovely face. “You’re not getting enough?”
Jacob rolled his head back as he laughed then shook it quickly before looking at Connor again with a dreamy little twinkle in his eye. "The whole package; sex and wine in the tub." They had the perfect tub for that kind of thing, Jacob had never thought it would be possible unless it was an actual hot tub but then he'd never thought he'd live in a house this nice. "I'm perfectly sated," he promised and it was true. This was just a bonus, happy decadence he wouldn't mind indulging in more often. He'd forgotten all about the tunnel and the stones he'd found there, relaxed and calm with his mind firmly focused on more pleasant things. "More than enough."
God, he loved that laugh. Connor grinned at Jacob as he clarified, though he’d already known what he meant, and he agreed. Their life together already felt deliciously indulgent, but there was nothing wrong with pampering themselves and each other like this more often. Chuckling, he rugged at Jacob’s hips and thighs, lifting his head more to steal some more kisses from his lips. “That makes me stupidly happy,” he murmured, smiling again against his boy’s mouth. Connor bounced him gently on his lap, still getting a little thrill of pleasure from his softening cock caught in Jacob’s warmth. “If you ever want more, or less ... too bad.” Connor laughed softly and nipped at his jaw. Jacob knew better, he was always open for communication about their needs, but it was fun to flex on him playfully sometimes.
"So cruel," Jacob teased back happily, grinning ear to ear now. "So unyielding!" Connor was anything but, always looking out for him, making sure he was okay with everything. He'd earned plenty of second chances for whenever he might misstep in their relationship, that was for sure but Jacob didn't think it would ever truly come to that - at least he couldn't imagine it and for someone who was fairly pessimistic and anxious, that was saying something. He enjoyed feeling Connor going soft inside of him, it was intimate in a way that was completely different to how sex was intimate and he made sure to watch himself to not hurt him when Connor bounced him, holding back a bit. "I bet if I begged pretty enough I could get you to change your mind."
There was no question he was right about that -- Jacob had excellent pleading puppy eyes that melted Connor every single time. Not that he ever put up much of a fight to begin with, seeing as how he wanted to hand the world and himself to his boy on a silver platter. Connor felt sure there would come a day when he fucked up in this relationship, those sorts of things were inevitable, but he’d also never had so much faith that he and a partner could work through anything together. The future felt so much more certain and secure these days. “I dunno about that,” he said, pulling back to give Jacob a faux-skeptical look. “Let’s see how pretty you can be, beg me for something.” He grinned a bit.
Jacob had no idea what to even beg for, he didn't want for anything at the moment, sated like he'd said, but he was happy to play along so he wiggled a little, stretching his back to rise a bit higher out of the water and doing his best to look at Connor with pleading eyes. "Can I wash your hair?" he murmured, tracing his fingertips up the back of Connor's neck and up into his hair, gently scratching. "Please? I want to rub your head and get you all cleaned up. Can I?" He was exaggerating now, almost playfully, but it still came off earnest enough and he arched in against Connor seductively until his nose touched Jacob's chest. "Please?"
Begging to do something to please him was the best kind of begging, in Connor’s opinion, and the way Jacob went about it, how could he ever say no? “Goddamn,” he whispered with a low chuckle. He ran his hands firmly up Jacob’s back, encouraging that closeness while he kissed the skin in front of him. He gave a little sigh before he tilted his head up to look at Jacob above him. “Okay, I have to admit that is damn pretty,” Connor murmured. He slid his palms down to squeeze Jacob’s ass. “So yes, you can.” The sex may have been over, but Connor wanted to linger in this warm intimacy for as long as they could.
Jacob did have an advantage by begging for something for Connor and he knew it, but that hadn't been the point. Connor had told him to beg for something, so he had, and he preened happily at the compliment as he slid back down lower into the water to get face to face with Connor again. "Thank you," he said pointedly as he leaned in to kiss him, feeling quite seductive and beautiful in the moment. "So do you want me to wash your hair?" he asked, running his fingers through Connor's hair again. Getting washed up before going to bed was probably a good idea and it would give them some grace period in case Connor really did want to ravish him more once they were there.
Connor did need to do a bit of actual bathing, and the idea of having Jacob do all of the scrubbing work for him -- like a bath boy actually good at his job -- was definitely appealing in the midst of all this personal pampering. “I do,” he answered with an indulgent smile. “And the rest of me, you’re still my servant of the baths, don’t forget.” Connor reached for his wine as he gave Jacob a playful wink. After he’d had a sip, he kissed his boy again. Whether they had more sex later or not, he was completely content with the evening. He was really living the good life now, and he owed a lot of it to Jacob, no matter how their power balance looked from the outside. Connor knew, and he showed his gratitude, and that was all that mattered.