Consummate

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All he could taste was Jak’s mouth, wet against his own.

With considerable effort, Dax managed to release one arm from around Jak’s neck. Jak didn’t seem to notice, his hand shifting to rub at one of Dax’s nipples slowly.

Forcing concentration, Dax reached down and tugged Jak’s pants open, reaching inside to stroke the heated flesh. Jak whimpered and bucked into the tight hand, pulling away from their kiss to stare at his lover.

Daxter smiled slightly, biting his lip as Jak’s fingers continued to play with his chest. He squeezed again, making Jak’s breath catch and his eyes flutter.

“Mm, y’r gorgeous.” Leant up to kiss him again, licking those full lips just to capture the taste for a moment longer. “I love y’. Love how y’ feel.”

He grinned as Jak’s hand stilled, the other boy concentrating entirely on what Daxter said, did, his fingers tight against skin.

“Y’ feel so good against me, Jak.” He leant up and licked up the strong jaw line, flicked his tongue against one earlobe before catching it in his teeth and sucking.

The flesh in his hand throbbed as Jak bit off a wail. Daxter smirked around the mouthful of ear, biting down hard enough to make Jak wail again; the blonde slumped down on top of him with trembling limbs.

They lay crushed together for long moments, Daxter lazily tonguing the flesh still lightly gripped in his teeth, his hand clenching and releasing, pulsing around the hard flesh.

Jak whimpered again, thrusting into the tight grip. “S, stop.”

“Nuh-uh.” To prove his point he wriggled, let the lobe pop from his mouth. “Y’r mine tonight.”

A breath stealing kiss and he found himself relaxing into it, leaning up, shifting to push himself up as Jak slowly, painfully slowly, drew back, coaxing him to follow.

Their tongues brushed one another and hands slid up Daxter’s sides, along his arms...

He stared up at Jak, blinking dumbly. Felt the pressure on his wrists and realised what had just happened. “Jaaak!”

The blonde smirked and dragged Dax’s pinned wrists down, over his own stomach and held them there against the lean muscles.

“Y’ know, while y’r down there.”

The look said that the exact same thought had been going through Jak’s head. The redhead relented instantly, his legs spreading of their own accord to accommodate Jak’s presence.

With a soft, bordering on sly smile, Jak shifted his weight and lowered his head, blonde curls spilling around his shoulders and over Dax’s thighs.

The skin prickled, muscles tensed with the intimacy of the action. He could feel his own breath, shaking from his kiss bruised lips.

Licked to taste the sweet berry flavour from Jak’s mouth once more and then screamed when he felt that mouth that he was just contemplating wrapping around him, hot and wet and perfect, sliding down his suddenly too hard cock.

Nothing registered but the tight pull of Jak’s lips and tongue, the brush of silken hair on his legs, the pressure of a hand that moved to curl around his hips, his own hands suddenly free, so he buried them into that hair, gasping when he felt the tickle of Jak’s nose against his stomach. He curled, half sitting up, trying to drag his legs to his chest and keep his lover there forever.

Torturous drag upwards, his fingers knotted in the hair he held and he forced himself to relax, to lay back down and let Jak...

Do whatever the hell he wants so long as it continues to get better.

Agonised as he feels that mouth move and up down, slow at first, slick muscles curving around him, caressing and teasing. Made his fingers let go, silk sliding between his fingers as he grips on to the sheets instead.

He tried to hold still and not buck and twist as Jak sucked him off, but it was difficult. He knew he was babbling, calling Jak’s name over and over, begging and pleading and not saying anything that mattered but it helped him keep focused on not moving, not coming at the first touch of tongue and lips on him.

A particularly hard suck and he screeched, panting for breath. A small chuckle, and he almost got all of “No, Jak,” out before Jak started to hum around him.

Blinding, agonising pleasure trembled through him, he did scream, screamed as his body twisted, hot and cold like the eco all over again, twisting his body in all the right ways as he came, thrusting up, Jak’s hands pinning his hips.

He felt frozen, until suddenly his muscles gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, struggling to regain control over his limbs.

Jak crawled up him; he managed to lean up enough to kiss him, taste himself, unfamiliar taste to those lips.

Got one arm moving again and slid it between their bodies to grasp Jak’s cock again, still hard, still hot against his fingers. Jak moaned, pushed against Dax, staring into his eyes.

He let his lid fall closed as he felt Jak’s hand brush his own and move past, sliding down to cup him for a moment, painfully oversensitive still.

Down and push, just a little, he stopped breathing as he felt the smallest breach, just the very fingertip pushing into him.

“Jak?”

Blue eyes looking at him. Not pleading, Jak didn’t plead, but asking, asking if tonight...

His chest hurt, deep inside, twisted and knotted and relaxed again as he sat up and wound both arms around Jak’s neck for a lingering kiss. Jak moved to embrace him, kissing back, holding his lover tight to him.

Dax finally drew away, laying back down, reaching to grab the headboard. Looked Jak in the eye and deliberately spread his legs, bending his knees to brace himself against the mattress.

Wanted, so desperately, to make a joke, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. Could only close his eyes and bite his lip and not be scared, because he would never, not ever, be scared of Jak but be... overwhelmed.

A touch to his chin and he opened his eyes to look at Jak. The blonde smiled slightly, leant in to steal another kiss, can you steal what’s willing given, and he was involved enough to ignore the click of the lid and the thump of it hitting the bed. He couldn’t ignore it when one slick finger teased then slid into him in a single slow push.

He winced, shifted when Jak did, his toes curling.

“’Kay?”

“Yeah, jus’ weird.” He meant it, he wasn’t going to lie for anyone, not even Jak’s ego. If it hurt, Jak’s know it.

Suffering for someone you love wasn’t noble, it was just stupid.

His attention was drawn back as two fingers pushed in, he gasped before getting his body to somewhat relax.

“Yeah, still ‘kay.”

Just focused on the strange feeling of Jak’s long and calloused fingers in him, stroking back and forth, hesitant and needy.

“Stop, ‘nuff.” He lurched up to kiss Jak, wet and sloppy, pushed him to sit back, his fingers sliding out again.

Empty. Suddenly needing rather than wanting. Suddenly not sure about so many things.

A hand on his chest and he relented, lay back and let Jak settle between his parted legs, winding himself around the strong, hot body.

Heat nudged against him, lips on his ear, soft and teasing. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”

Jak’s lips smothered his wail as he felt the first push, slick, hard, and still going, deeper and then...

His nails dug into pale skin as he wrenched his head back, eyes wide with shock.

“Dax?”

“Again.” He hissed it between his teeth.

Hands on his back and shoulders, holding him as Jak drew back, both trembling with the movement. The blonde slid in again, trying to stay slow, trying to stay gentle.

Fire raced through Daxter, from somewhere inside, over his entire body. He cried out again, tightening his legs, forcing Jak in sharp. Another bolt of heat pulsed through him, Jak growled slightly, fingers going tense.

“Again.”

Desperate eyes met each other. I can’t stop if you keep asking.

Draw back, he felt that same desperate need to have Jak in him again.

“Don’t stop. I want all of you.” Leant up to bite one lobe. “All.”

With a guttural cry, Jak slammed into Daxter, face pained even as he cried out with the relief of it.

Heat, wracking bliss; Daxter’s eyes wide open, staring at Jak’s face as his lover pounded into him. Could feel the entire hard length in him, slicking back and forth, in and out, full and empty and full again and each time he felt more and more pleasure, coiling through his muscles.

He arched back, one foot scrabbling for purchase in the sheets, a hand on the headboard, pushing back into each thrust and still not getting enough. Jak’s hands helped; sliding to his hips, hauling him back with more force so that each shove went into that spot that made him scream again and again.

Moved without control, sought every second of contact, every inch of his lover in him he could get and more. Let go of Jak to tease down his own chest, down to graze his own throbbing cock. Gripped, like he had Jak, stroked and called Jak’s name again, growing louder, harsher, panting between thrusts.

Jak’s eyes shot open, face filled with awe, with pleasure, with love.

Daxter fell silent in the moment it became too much, and ecstasy overran him, contorting his body as Jak’s arms tightened around him and he spasmed with the force of his orgasm.

Black, blinding, intense and he finally blinked, eyes streaming as he collapsed helplessly into Jak’s arms. The blonde managed to roll slightly, landing in a tangled heap next to his lover.

Arms entwined, they lay there, trying to catch their hearts again.

“Jak?”

He looked sleepy when he glanced sideways at Daxter’s query.

He couldn’t think of a single thing to say that wouldn’t be completely redundant. He just stared helplessly.

Jak smiled, nodded slightly, and drew Daxter to him, tilting the red head down so one ear was pressed over his heartbeat.

Pleasured exhaustion took them, wrapped around each other, to sleep.