“Man. The stars really are something.” Jacob pulled back, wonder in his voice.
“Thought you might like it.” Maybe Linc didn’t have the first clue about birthday presents, but he could give him this, could share this place.
“I do.” Jacob’s mouth was more purposeful now, and Linc found himself surprisingly content to let him lead. Usually he liked to keep control, set the pace and be in charge regardless of who was doing the fucking, but with Jacob he was able to let some of that go.
They’d been at this enough weeks that he knew he could snatch the reins back at any point and Jacob would happily follow. And Jacob was hardly the type to take more than Linc wanted to give. Letting him explore and tease was freeing, allowing him to drift and watch the stars as Jacob kissed his mouth, then his ears and neck, all sorts of nerve endings Linc had forgotten he had.
“I can do whatever I want, right?” Jacob’s mouth ghosted across Linc’s collarbone as his fingers toyed with the waistband of Linc’s boxers.
“I’m yours.” Linc had meant to give a more trite “it’s your birthday” response, but the truth slipped out instead. And he was. Jacob owned him in almost every way that mattered, had Linc’s head and heart both.
“Good.” Jacob’s kiss was firm and decisive as he shoved Linc’s boxers out of the way. He shifted, a momentary rush of cool air before his warm mouth swallowed Linc’s cock in a smooth move.
Linc’s mouth opened, him about to tell Jacob that he didn’t need anywhere near this much prelude, but all that came out was a low groan cutting through the still night air. Usually when it came to fucking, he got in a mood, got fucked, simple as that, but of course nothing with Jacob was simple. He made complicated fun, long drawn-out encounters magical. Jacob inspired him to try all sorts of foreplay he’d previously ignored—massages, shared showers, kissing for what felt like hours. And apparently Jacob enjoyed returning the favor as well.
Now, with Jacob’s mouth working him with its usual practiced ease while his fingers grew more adventurous, Linc had to exhale, take a moment to appreciate the slow road he was always advocating to Jacob. Slow was good. Delicious even, the way Jacob easily paired the methodical, deep deep strokes of his mouth with gentle explorations of his slick fingers against Linc’s rim. He sucked harder as his fingers pressed in, a devilish move that Linc filed away for later. Not able to stay still any longer, he tangled his hand in Jacob’s thick hair, body surging toward Jacob.
“More,” he demanded and mercifully, Jacob complied, going for a second finger and faster pace with more tongue action on the underside of Linc’s cock. “Fuck. Damn, you are too good at this...”
“I try.” Jacob chuckled before diving back down, mouth sinking all the way to the root, fingers going deeper, firm pressure against Linc’s prostate that had him moaning louder.
“Now. Come on. Don’t wanna come this way.” Unlike Jacob, he didn’t entirely hate getting fucked after coming, but that wasn’t what he wanted right then, wanting to drag this out longer, let it build even more.
“Always so bossy,” Jacob chided even as he shifted backward. The sound of foil tearing and more lube being applied had Linc’s body tensing with more of that delicious anticipation. To his surprise, Jacob didn’t have him flip, instead pushing Linc’s legs up and back as he moved between them. Huh. Being on his back like this wasn’t Linc’s usual preference, and he almost asked to switch, but then Jacob was kissing him again, mouth hot and needy. Linc swallowed back his objections. The position might make him more vulnerable than he liked, but this was Jacob, and if Jacob wanted him like this, then Linc would give it to him, would give him everything he had within him to give.
Jacob pressed in, broad cockhead stretching more than his fingers had, but Linc willed himself to relax, knowing the initial burn would fade into something worth the momentary discomfort. And it did, his body remembering what it liked about this, moving with Jacob to find a rhythm that had them both groaning. As they moved, Jacob kept returning for more kisses, sweet and dirty and lingering, driving Linc every bit as crazy as Jacob’s cock.
He got a hand on himself, stroking slow, matching their pace, still not ready to come, but liking the way that magnified the sensations, liking the rub of their bodies against his fist as Jacob loomed over him for another kiss. It had been so long since he’d even thought about doing this that he’d forgotten how good this could feel, how all-encompassing, not unlike the stars and their surroundings. He reveled too in Jacob’s strength—the flex of his lean muscles, the firmness of his kisses, the way he balanced on his forearms.
“Oh, fuck. Linc. Need you to get there.” Jacob’s voice, rough and ragged, slid over Linc, another caress, one that ramped him up, knowing how turned on Jacob was.
“Yeah.” He didn’t speed up his hand, though, instead letting the sensations wash over him, letting Jacob’s intensity be the thing that got him closer.
“Fuck. It’s too good. Tell me...what you need. Anything.” Jacob begging always did it for Linc, and this was no different, the way he was both totally in control and still dependent on Linc for his pleasure.
“You. Need you. Go hard. Hard as you want.” Linc knew what he needed, what they both needed. And even more than the pressure and friction, he needed to hear and feel Jacob lose control. Hell, simply his moans were almost enough to push Linc over. He sped up his hand. “That’ll get me there too. Promise. Want to see you go.”
“Yeah. Fuck. Oh, God.” Jacob’s hips stuttered, losing the rhythm but gaining intensity. Him not holding back was a thing of beauty, the way he went deep even as his head tipped back, totally lost to his pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Go fast.”
“Can’t...hold back.” Voice breaking, Jacob pressed another desperate kiss to Linc’s mouth.
“Don’t.” Trying to match him, Linc went fast and hard on his cock, letting each of Jacob’s moans carry him higher.
“Right there. Fuck. Right there.” Going deep, Jacob’s whole body shuddered, climax so intense that Linc swore he could feel him pulsing in his ass, even with the condom.
“Yes.” The word felt ripped from his lungs as feeling Jacob come tipped him over the edge too, exactly what he needed. Jacob. Always Jacob. Always what he needed and yet never enough either.
“Linc.” Jacob collapsed against him, still shaking, even as he laughed. “What the fuck even was that?”
Linc’s body shuddered in wordless response. It knew what it was, knew the right words to describe what had happened, what simmered between them. But it didn’t matter what truths his body knew—there were some words he simply couldn’t afford to ever give voice to. Instead, he forced himself to laugh and press a kiss to Jacob’s sweaty forehead.