Even if Nick thought he would be able to hold out—which he hadn’t—the pure need in Jesse’s voice is what won him over. He knew the stretch would still be painful, but honestly the Dominant couldn’t wait any longer either. He needed Jesse.
"Try to relax, pretty boy." Nick whispered as he finally pulled the man’s briefs down all the way and draped his body over Jesse’s. He kissed Jesse’s cheek sweetly, a sharp contrast to the rough treatment his boy was about to receive. the head of his cock getting snagged in between thick cheeks and Nick moaning in response. It took everything he had to hold back a tremble, to hold back tears.
Instead, Nick pressed inside Jesse at last. He moved slowly, both because of the resistance and because of the pain he knew that resistance brought. The Dominant eagerly reached for a hand, finding one of Jesse’s and squeezing it tightly as he just buried himself inside of the man.
Jesse bit at his lip, a nervous shiver running through him at the thought of Nick going in unprepared, but he would be fine. Jesse had done this many times, albeit a shorter time span, but the Switch didn’t mind a little pain. His pearly whites grit against one another at the first motion of entering him. He hissed, doing his best to breathe out against the pain, relaxing his entrance and making his calves un-clench in their position.
"…Nicky,” Jesse breathed, tears dripping down lightly tanned cheeks. His fingers clenched into the pillows, teeth angrily biting into the thread there. He wasn’t really angry, but it made his tension less in his abdomen and pushed Nick so deeply inside of him that he saw his proverbial gold stars. “So deep sir,” he moaned, head thrown back despite the discomfort of being filled like that. He wanted to feel it, wanted it to ache with everything that was his love.
The pain was almost his punishment to avoiding the truth with his lover. “M-more,” long fingers grasped Nick’s tightly, a nearly crushing grip that he felt sorry for the boy to having to hold onto.
"Slow down, hurry up, baby you need to make up your mind." The Dominant teased before pressing another kiss to Jesse’s hole. He couldn’t blame the man for his eagerness though; Nick had missed the switch just as much. The taste of musk on his tongue was enough to leave him ready to burst. He pressed his tongue back against Jesse, slowly loosening him up to press inside.
Jesse was tight. Nick wanted to be buried inside of him already. He didn’t want to chance hurting his boy so soon though, it wasn’t worth it. So he moved agonizingly slowly, flicking his tongue in and out of the man, bringing on hand in front to squeeze Jesse’s base, helping him stave off a too-early orgasm. The tongue fucking continued for a long while, both of them covered in a layer of sweat. “God I want you,” Nick whimpered, biting at Jesse’s ass cheek. “Beg.”
Jesse twitched and groaned, eyes narrowing into deepened slits. His cock was leaking profusely on the couch, the throw underneath his hands wrinkled and messy. Though Nick was trying to stop his impending orgasm, Jesse was sure he wouldn’t be able to last long, even if he weren’t to cum right then and there. “I want you too,” a heavy swallow. “Please s-sir, will you take me?” The Switch pushed back against the warm mouth torturing him.
The brunette always liked being rimmed, and Nick was particularly good with his mouth. Jesse wanted marks of ownership, a soreness from being plowed into the couch, and the knowing smirk from down the hall the next day when he could hardly walk. He wanted it all. “Please please please,” Jesse whined with a pout, blue eyes glossy and dark as he stared back at Nick with his best look of arousal and want.
It had been a long time, so he knew the stretch would be tedious, but Jesse wanted the pain, almost didn’t care. “I can’t hold on much longer,” he admitted easily.
Nick didn’t miss the way Jesse squirmed underneath him. He watched as the Switch finally settled into the mood, feeling all the more aroused for it. It took time but months away didn’t mean forgetting what they had built up in over a year together. Nick made sure of that for the man who proudly wore his collar.
He slipped his cock out of Jesse’s mouth, brushing the dribble on his chin with his thumb. “Since you asked so nicely.” Nick grinned, cocking his head towards the couch. “I believe I said something about seeing you bent over that couch, hm?” He waited for Jesse to do exactly that, coming up behind the man and getting on his knees. Nick kissed above the waistband of Jesse’s briefs, slowly pulling the material down just enough to expose and frame his gorgeous ass. Nick moaned at the sight.
"Com’ere baby." Nick pulled Jesse’s hips closer to him, spreading his cheeks wide and pressing a kiss to the tight hole he found. "How long has it been?" He teased lightly, letting his finger trace the rim." Too long. Tongue soon returned, flicking just as he finger had been, tracing the puckered skin with fast shallow motions.
Jesse eagerly squirmed his way to the couch, bending himself over in a full arc. He knew how wonderful the view must have looked. Working on dance for months straight had given him a body that any man would love to have. He wasn’t overly muscly, but he was certainly fit enough to be arousing. He groaned quietly, Nick’s tongue causing sensations to fly down his spine. It had been much too long since he was intimate with anyone but his own right hand and now it seemed that he was very sensitive to his lover’s ministrations.
"Holy— mmngh s-slow down, please?” He whimpered, fingers clenching into a pillow that Jesse would eventually bite into. “I d-don’t want to cum too quickly,” he murmured with some embarrassment. A flush spread down his body, toes curling at the sensation of Nick opening him up. Fingers weren’t good enough, dildos nowhere near the same thing, so his body practically craved the younger man inside of him. “Please, hurry!” The brunette meant to make it a request, but it sounded more of a demand. A long whine left his throat as he turned to look at Nick.
I am so thankful to have Oli (jesse-s-t-james) back at bloominghearts-rp both because he is an incredible Jesse St. James and because I have missed seeing St. Duval on my dash since he’s been gone! Can’t wait to see where he takes Jesse next.
Nick tipped Jesse’s chin, careful not to choke him already in the process. He just wanted to see it, that moment when Jesse slipped into something just for Nick. In turn the Dominant made sure that Jesse could see there was no slip into anything for him, it was still Nicky and he was still safe and loved. “You look so beautiful like this,” the younger man praised before pressing himself in all of the way and sighing as he felt the head of his cock breach the back of Jesse’s throat.
Nick made sure to move slowly at first, even if his cock was angry at him for it. He held onto Jesse’s short curls, grip firm as he thrusted in and out of the boy’s mouth, watching a mixture of drool and precum slip down his chin. “Did you miss my cock, baby?” He asked in a deep rasp. Nick picked up his pace, more generously fucking Jesse’s mouth, groaning at each passing in and out of the warm wet space. “Mnngh what do you think missed it more? Your mouth or your ass?”
Jesse’s cock twitched at the praise, a darker side of him greedily striving for more. He loved Nick’s attention. Especially when they truly submitted to their roses like this. Jesse knew how much the older man needed this sometimes, and after so long without it, Jesse had to admit that he needed being owned just as badly. A deep moan reverberated through his chest, low and raspy around the cock filling his full lips. How he’d missed being filled so completely.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, throat already sore and achy, but he loved this. He loved being used, owned by Nick. His pupils expanded as he flicked his gaze up to moan in response to his lover’s question. The clear answer was his ass. He clenched his cheeks at the thought, ass wiggling in the air. One hand smoothed down his hairless abdomen to palm himself through his briefs, the other massaging and holding Nick’s hip. He could feel the saliva and precum hit his exposed thighs and drip down his chin, but he couldn’t feel any embarrassment in that. He pulled back, a begging whine in his gravely, abused throat. “Please, sir?” Jesse wiggled his ass again.
Nick’s eyes darkened as soon as Jesse began to lower himself down. As sweet and right as it was to see Jesse in his—their home again, the carnal was quickly blooming inside of the Dominant. It was the sort of feeling that only his boy ever got to elicit and it had been dormant for too long. Now it needed to play. Nick purred at the title. “My pretty boy…” Fingers tangled in the shorter hair, the Dominant a bit thrown off by the lack of depth but no less turned on. He whimpered at the teasing to his nips, both of them knowing the other’s weaknesses too well.
"Nngh—easy there." Nick warned with a tug to Jesse’s strands as the man got a little too eager at his sensitive base. One hand moved to the Switch’s cheek, lightly nudging his lips open to slip the head of his cock back inside Jesse’s mouth. The effect was instant. Nick shut his eyes, letting out a deep sigh as his hard length was captured in the wet heat of Jesse’s mouth. "Should I fuck your mouth?" The Dominant suggested. "Make sure everyone can hear in your voice what kind of first night you had back?" Nick shuddered at the thought, cock twitching in interest.
"Let me own you."
Jesse smiled at the warning, something possessive all on its own, even in its passive nature. The man only got a few sucks in, tongue lavishing the silk-like skin completely, before he had to answer his lover. Even though he knew he would have to say something, Jesse was unsure of his decision. It was admittedly quite hard for him to move into his submissive mindset, but this was Nick’s night. It was their first night together again.
Blue eyes stared hard into hazel-brown. The silence was deafening, but Jesse finally found his voice and made his decision. “Yes, sir. I want you to own me,” the warmth that spread through him, made his eyes water, throat tighten, and his stomach clench in knots, threatened to consume him, but he pushed through it, taking Nick back into his mouth with a long suck. Once holding himself at the base and counting to five, he pulled back up and whispered against his slit. “Please?” He begged quietly, letting a more vulnerable and rarely seen Jesse come out to play.
Nick smiled against Jesse’s skin. Somehow his smile felt fuller, lips spread against a warmth that would also be familiar and yet always be exciting to explore and understand. “Of course pretty boy.” He gently swat his boy’s hands away, unbuckling his uniform pants himself and letting them drop to the floor as he kissed along the metal of Jesse’s collar. He could swear the gold hummed underneath him, knowing it was close to its master.
He unbuttoned his uniform shirt, now standing there in his boxer briefs and an open shirt, but eager to keep touching Jesse. He pulled down Jesse’s pants from behind, running his hands along the smooth fabric of Jesse’s briefs before massaging the bulge growing through the fabric. “I want you so badly.” He had wanted him for so long; the difference was tonight Nick could finally have him again.
"Will you get on your knees for me?" He purred. "Bend over the couch and show off this nice ass of yours? Tell me what you want from me? What you need?" He bit at the skin in between Jesse’s neck and shoulder, sucking on the skin. "Show me, baby."
Jesse let himself be stripped, happy to have the boy’s attention solely on him. His skin practically glowed underneath Nick’s scrutiny, his hips arching into Nick’s skilled hands. “I want you too, babe—” he hissed at the attention on his sensitive cock. It had been so long since anyone but himself had touched him so intimately. In the beginning, Jesse thought that perhaps he wouldn’t survive at the lack of sexual stimulation, but it made this process all the more invigorating.
The man complied, turning to face Nick with wide, dark eyes. Immediately, he dropped to his knees, happy to palm Nick’s bulge with his own talented hands, rubbing a smooth cheek against the warm, thickening flesh underneath. “I need you, Nicky.” He swallowed, lips biting at the younger man’s hips. “I want you, sir.” Something in Jesse tightened, but he kept his eyes down, focused on his task, rather than looking up at Nick to view his reaction to the title.
Without a second thought, Jesse pulled down the briefs, tongue moving to lap at the bridge underneath the head of Nick’s cock, flicking into the slit, and he hummed at the delicious taste he found there. “Oh yes.” It had been months since he had his lover’s flesh between his lips, filling him, making him moan around the musky flavor of him. Jesse pulled back to suck a spot onto his base, “Mine.”
Text: Thank you.
Text: Enjoy the reunion then. Please don’t bring any walls down.
Text: I can’t promise any of that.
Text: I love you, Rina.
Text: Get some sleep tonight.
Text: I’ll come by the library and stalk you at some point tomorrow.
Nick didn’t consider himself to have a breathtaking smile. Instead, he decided the expression quickly spreading on his face was that of someone whose breath had been taken. “Really?” Nick repeated. He could believe Jesse had missed him, but it was difficult to believe the distance was enough to make him give up UCLA. He almost didn’t feel worth being back at Roselle, but at this point the Dominant was too selfish to say so.
"Turn around." Nick pressed his face in between Jesse’s shoulder blades, letting out an exhale as his hands traveled up the man’s shirt, rubbing at a firm stomach before yanking at the material to get it up and off of Jesse. And then his face returned against warm skin, breathing in the scent before trailing lips against it.
"As promised," Nick murmured before kissing and sucking along Jesse’s shoulder freckles, putting all of his attention on such a tiny spot, hands content to massage the man’s stomach in turn.
Jesse gave Nick an almost shy smile, fingers itching to thread through the boy’s hair, cup his jaw, hold his back. “Of course, really.” The older of the two stared at his partner for a long moment, memorizing features and lines, angles that were all his for the rest of their lives. Jesse readied himself to repeat a romantic monologue, but he listened to Nick’s orders instead.
He could never get tired of those skilled hands on his skin. They baked, they cuddled, they pet soft furs, and they made Jesse come completely undone. A shiver wracked down his spine, eyebrows coming in tight as Nick’s lips touched his skin for the first time in so long. “Oh god, Nicky.” Jesse’s fingers clenched into Nick’s pants, arching his back into the warm kisses. His shoulders were so sensitive. Nick knew this. “Mmmn, more?” It came out as a question, though he was sure they both knew it was more of a demand.
The man reached even further behind him, thanking someone above for his flexibility, and tried to unbuckle Nick’s pants from behind. “Off— I want them off.” Jesse titled his head back, curls from what little left he had bouncing backward. “Please?”