Jake had no idea he could feel like that. So swept off his feet, so engulfed in another one's heat. Klaus was holding him close, Jake's back flush against the man's chest and was penetrating him slowly. He almost wanted to groan in frustration and ask the other to just hurry and give it to him hard.
It was funny how not uncomfortable he felt. He had expected to need a thousand pillows for his ass or something like that. Yet, the moment the guy's hands had been on him, probing gently and coaxing him into giving in, he had been game.
Which had eventually led to him being kept like this, on one side, and fucked excruciatingly slowly. Klaus was an amazing lover, generous and kind, yet still wicked and a pervert when he felt like it.
Vanilla my ass, he thought. Was it really vanilla to have his cock restricted like that? Klaus had just said something about delayed gratification and how good he was going to feel, but, at this point, he wanted none of it.
"Can you just take that thing off my dick?" He whined.
Klaus nuzzled his neck and chuckled, right next to his skin, making him quiver.
"Just a little longer," the man cooed and Jake buried his head into the pillow to hide his dissatisfaction.
He could deny all he wanted, but the buildup in his loins was not entirely unpleasant. It grew like an itch, and it was making his entire body tremble.
"Easy," Klaus pushed the wet strands of hair from his face and guided him in for a kiss. "You are perfect, Jake, do you know that?"
"Stop getting all mushy over me and fuck me," Jake murmured, his eyes tightly close.
He was in no shape to look at his sexy tormentor right now. A kind hand eventually enveloped his strained cock and the tight grip of the ring was released. Klaus maneuvered him in such a manner that Jake landed on top, his back still at the man.
"How about you show me how much you want it?" the pervert spoke.
It didn't hurt to be in control. It didn't feel right and he was clumsy as he moved up and down, impaling himself on the man's hard cock, but he was willing to give it a go, now that he felt so close.
Klaus's hands moved to sustain his legs, and he found a rhythm. The small appreciative grunts coming from Klaus each time he pushed down were enough encouragement to keep him going.
"Fuck!" he cursed out loud, as he came, without even touching himself.
It was funny to look at his own dick and see it shoot like that. That, if he were to be totally conscious of what was happening and that definitely didn't feel like it. Klaus took the reins and began manipulating him like he was a doll, dragging him over his dick in short powerful thrusts. When the man came inside him, Jake felt complete.
He would have expected to at least feel a little grossed out, but it was nothing like that. He liked that Klaus wanted to come inside each time. Point taken, it was only the second time, but he could already see a pattern.
Klaus took him in his arms and pulled him close. Everything about this man seemed firm, possessive. And Jake loved it, because it made him feel protected. With his brother constantly telling him to just stay already on his two feet, there had been a constant anxiety growing inside him. The moments when Diaz showed that he really cared were invaluable to him, and those had been fewer and fewer over the years. He was part of the gang and everything, but he could feel that he didn't belong with the others, no matter how hard he tried to blend in.
"We will go out tonight," Klaus spoke after kissing him long and hard.
"Where? This shitty town ..."
"Jake, language," Klaus said, but Jake knew the guy was amused. "And it will be somewhere ...that is not here."
"So much info, wow."
"I want it to be a surprise," Klaus placed a quick peck on his lips. "Ready for another round?"
"You must be kidding me," Jake mumbled, and closed his eyes.
"Just joking," Klaus let his hands wander down Jake's flanks, tickling him.
Jake snickered and tried to escape, but Klaus was stronger and soon he was trapped underneath solid heat and their faces were close. It was a bit unnerving to stare into the man's beautiful blue eyes. That stare was so hypnotic that he felt a bit like drowning. It wasn't fair, if he was to think about it. Klaus was going to leave at some point, anyhow.
"Good," he finally replied. "Because my ass cannot anymore. Actually my dick. That delayed gratification thing did the trick, I guess," the words came out of his mouth like a flood.
He was silenced by rough lips closing over his. Klaus liked kissing a lot, it seemed. And that was doing funny things to his brain, making his thoughts a tangle of messy watergrass, slippery and somehow, a lot of fun.
When he was finally let to breathe, he licked his lips with unhidden satisfaction.
"You like this kissing stuff a lot, right?" he asked.
Klaus seemed to be taken aback, and then smiled.
"It must be you I like kissing. I do remember a lover or two reproaching me that I was too cold towards them and I did not care about kissing as much as they liked."
"Look who's talking about other guys in bed," Jake joked, but the truth was he felt a little pang of jealousy at the brief mention of past flames.
"Then I make the solemn promise that I will keep my mouth shut," Klaus leaned in for another, noisy this time, kiss.
"How many guys have you been with?" Jake asked, as he slowly caressed Klaus's shoulders.
He looked away. Who knew he was a masochist? Klaus tipped his chin and made him look up.
"It does not matter. What matters is the moment we have right now. You matter. That is everything you need to know. Come now, I want to spoil you a little."
"How?"
"I think playing in the jacuzzi might just be up your alley."
"Do you have a jacuzzi?" Jake's eyes grew wide.
"And a hot tub and the pool you have already seen."
"Yeah, I'd like to swim a little."
"What stopped you so far? Anything on the premises is free for you to use."
"Really? What if I break something?" Jake asked, but he could not hide the bubbly sensation in his chest.
"We both know you do not mind paying for your little mistakes," Klaus threw him an all knowing look.
"Yeah, my ass remembers," Jake pursed his lips.
"Come. Up," Klaus dragged him out of the bed. "I want to enjoy a nice relaxing bath with you. And feed you some strawberries."
"Really? Cool," Jake was now more lively as he got out of the bed.
***
"What is this?" Klaus pressed his fingers against a long white scar going from the inside of Jake's elbow up his arm.
He did not miss the shadow passing over Jake's handsome face.
"I fell," the young man said abruptly. "When I was little and stupid."
"Oh, so it happened yesterday," Klaus chose to joke.
"Yeah, right," Jake snorted. "Are you going to send me back now that I'm damaged?"
"Send you back? Never," Klaus protested in jest.
Yet his heart skipped a beat, strange enough seeing that this was nothing but business as usual, another tryst meant to end up with both parties satisfied and a tad bored of one another.
"What other things are you hiding from me?" he covered his sudden unease with another joke.
Jake made a one eighty, regaling his temporary owner with a good look at his beautiful body. Klaus loved the boy's olive skin, despite being marred every here and there by marks of what could count as a tumultous personal history for some, but completely normal for a young man like Jake. Navigating the concrete jungle must not have been always easy for the rebellious youth in front of him, and some encounters must have ended with him on the losing end.
"I'm like all open and stuff," Jake emphasized his actions with his words.
"Yes, I can still remember distinctly how well you open," Klaus smiled.
