[ A tight groan leaves Joel's lips as Jesse's hands stroke and rub their erections together. He lifts his head to look down at what Jesse is doing and while Jesse is kissing down his shoulder, Joel lifts a hand up to push his fingers through Jesse's hair with a subtle encouraging tenderness before pushing that same hand down between their bodies to experimentally join Jesse's hand jerking them both off. ]
[Joel's touch draws a purr out of Jesse, his body giving a shiver as he rocks forward and pushes into those rough fingers. His own hand keeps up its work, gliding up and down their shafts, keeping them as close as they can possibly get without Joel being inside him.
Or vice versa.
God, the thought of being inside Joel gets him harder, his free hand gripping Joel's hip as he toys with the idea of pushing Joel back and just taking him the way Joel first took him: greedily, selfishly, painfully. Jesse's lips make their way back up and he pushes his tongue into Joel's mouth, forceful and ravenous. He could do it, couldn't he? Would Joel beg him to stop or would he enjoy it?]
[ The aggressive kiss takes Joel off-guard. He catches up quickly, though, lifting his head off the mattress to crush his lips against Jesse's, his tongue pushing into Jesse's mouth with equal aggression. A soft groan is muffled into the kiss, low and deep in the back of his throat. He thinks this is going to head where it always heads - with Jesse underneath him, or Jesse riding him, fucking Jesse until his mind is blank and everything troubling him is a million miles away for a little while, the way Jesse likes it and always wants it - and so he pulls his hand out from between their bodies to start shoving Jesse off him, with intent to climb on top of him. ]
[Jesse responds immediately, his hands darting to Joel's shoulders to push him back down. Not a violent motion, but assertive, wordlessly commanding Joel to stay right where he is. Jesse keeps one hand there, pressing Joel to the mattress, while the other glides between Joel's thighs. He teases Joel's balls first to put him at ease, massaging them gently in his palm. Patience, patience... Their lips are still locked and Jesse's tongue penetrates Joel's mouth again.]
[ Being shoved back down surprises Joel a little. It shows on his face, in the way he looks up at Jesse. He was expecting Jesse to roll willingly onto his back, and he was expecting Jesse's needy touch greedily pulling Joel onto him.
Pinned down on the camping mattress, he utters a quiet noise against Jesse's mouth, his muscles jerking slightly at the touch to his balls. Jesse's hand gently caressing and massaging them feels both entirely exposing and exciting; part of wants to squirm away from it, especially with Jesse keeping him pinned down, but it also feels good, the kind of good that has him groaning softly against Jesse's mouth again. ]
[Good... Jesse devours that moan of pleasure, waiting until he can feel Joel's muscles ease beneath his grasp. Then he shifts his weight, his hand leaving Joel's shoulder as he breaks the kiss to slide his fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva.
Finally he sits back, still rolling Joel's balls in his palm as he brings that other slick hand down and sneaks it under. He teases Joel's ass with his fingertips, giving him the chance to get used their presence, brushing the rim just enough to make him crave more.]
[ A flicker of a confused frown crosses Joel's face when he sees Jesse suck and wet his fingers. It's when he realises where that hand is going and feels the first brush of Jesse's damp fingers brushing and touching between his asscheeks that his muscles jerk again and surprise once more crosses his face.
Instantly, he tenses up. His hands snatch at Jesse's arms, confusion quickly beginning to turn into alarm. This isn't what he was expecting, at all, and all of a sudden he feels vulnerable, trapped underneath Jesse with the most delicate places on his body being touched.
Tess used to do this to him. Slip her hand between his thighs, tease him with her fingers. The first time, he'd protested and tried to resist, until she'd found a sweet spot that made him almost incoherent with a pleasure he hadn't remotely anticipated. He doesn't want to like what Jesse is doing because this is entirely unexpected and unfamiliar, yet the way Jesse is teasing him is just enough to make him let out a shuddering breath. His hands are still gripping Jesse's arms, ready to push him away, but in spite of himself, his hips jerk up slightly as if seeking more and his cock flexes tight and hard, all while he stares up at Jesse with that same look of conflicted alarm on his face. ]
[Jesse won't be dissuaded by Joel's reluctance. This isn't nearly as scary as he thinks it is. And Jesse's being so tender - for now, at least.]
Just relax. It's gonna feel good. I want you to feel so good, Joel.
[It's already working, isn't it? The desire to be taken has always come naturally to Jesse, with the right encouragement, and Joel's body responds much the same. Jesse's hand slides from Joel's balls to his cock, jerking it again to get his mind off the fear. Then Jesse slips a single finger into him, tentative, to see how he reacts.]
[ Jesse's reassurances don't take away feeling utterly exposed, out of control. It's only because of trust that he hasn't yet shoved Jesse away from him, and his fingers bite into Jesse's arms as Jesse's finger begins to press into him.
His body resists against it, his muscles tightening around Jesse's finger, though Jesse resuming jerking him off elicits another quiet groan from Joel while he writhes slightly underneath him. His breathing has picked up, partly from an arousal he can't control, partly from sheer alarm.
He starts pushing himself up onto his elbows to protest. He's never been fucked by a guy before. Being vulnerable to Jesse like that makes him nervous. ]
[He doesn't mean to use Todd's words. They slip out of him so easily he doesn't even hear them, half a thought spoken out loud by accident as his full focus is on working Joel into submission. The nervousness isn't helping either of them, so he activates his power to calm Joel down again. Ease off some of the panic, hope that heart throbs with excitement instead. He pushes his finger in deeper, insistent.]
[ What the hell is that supposed to mean? is what Joel means to argue back, but suddenly, out of nowhere he finds himself calming down, and Jesse's finger pushing deeper into him makes his fingertip brush against a molten spot inside Joel that makes him let out a sudden shuddering gasp.
Though his muscles are clamping down around Jesse's finger, fighting against the intrusion, he slumps back down onto the mattress with his head arching back and his cock flexing tight in Jesse's hand again. Without thinking about it, his thighs widen that bit more and his hips tilt up in search of pleasure. ]
[Good. It's working. Now Jesse just has to resist his own impatience, aggravated by that anxiety he just drew out of Joel. He dips down to kiss Joel again, hard and hot, and punctuates it by pushing a second finger in. Such a struggle to keep it slow and careful. His dick is aching with need, and this view of Joel beneath him - vulnerable and helpless to his touch - is driving him wild in a way he hasn't felt before. He's barely in control of himself, and he's on the edge of losing it.]
[ Joel breathes heavily against Jesse's dominating kiss, a strangled noise catching in the back of his throat as Jesse starts working in a second finger. His eyes squeeze shut, his muscles protesting against not only being penetrated but now slowly stretched. Jesse's fingers are small but they feel almost impossibly large; he arches his back underneath Jesse, hips squirming but only slightly because every slight movement feels almost overwhelming and tight. When Jesse's fingertips brush against that spot inside him, though, it sends a hot tingle of pressure to his cock.
His hands finally release Jesse's arms to snatch at the blankets. The pressure and discomfort of being stretched without lubrication has him breathing sharp and hard against Jesse's mouth, while the conflicting sensation of pleasure deep inside has him rocking slightly against Jesse's fingers. He can't think about anything else except what is happening right at this very moment and maybe that's a good thing. Maybe that's exactly what he needs. Gritting his teeth, he shifts his legs open wider and rocks his hips again to try and make Jesse's fingertips rub over that sweet spot again, and again, and his stomach muscles twitch and jerk each time while a louder groan that sounds somewhere between helpless discomfort and helpless pleasure escapes him. ]
[It's just a little sting. If Jesse could handle it, Joel can. He's confident of that, and the way Joel's legs open up for him is proof that he'll like it, just as soon as he gets used to it.]
Relax... Relax...
[Murmured reminders as Jesse sits back. Releasing Joel's cock, he spits into his palm and smears the saliva over the head of his own dick. It might as well be nothing, for all the good it'll do, but he doesn't particularly care about the pain. He's going to really feel Joel. That's what counts.]
Relax.
[His fingers work their way out of Joel, slow enough to keep from startling him too much, and Jesse props him up by the thigh as he eases closer. Not pushing in yet, but touching the tip of his cock to Joel's entrance.]
[ He is relaxing. He's slowly relaxing. He's starting to ride Jesse's fingers, discomfort beginning to give way to a tingling heat that's slowly building in his balls and the base of his cock. There's a growing greediness to the way he's doing it, too, with his breathing steadily getting heavier and the head of his dick slick with precome and his mind unable to focus on anything except Jesse and Jesse's fingers inside him.
Jesse withdrawing his fingers leaves Joel feeling sudden emptiness, unfulfilled, unsatisfied, frustrated. His eyes snap open and meet Jesse's, vulnerability flaring up in him all over again as Jesse hoists his leg up, opening him up to Jesse. He feels suddenly small, overpowered by Jesse as the tip of Jesse's dick brushes against his entrance, and it makes him nervous and makes his heart race with an excitement he can't put a name to, all at once.
And that command from Jesse - he presses his lips together and swallows hard. He wants that emptiness he's been left with to be filled again. He wants to not think about all the horrible shit that's happened since Ellie disappeared, since Jesse disappeared. He needs Jesse. He can't bring himself to say it, though.
He reaches a hand out to grab the back of Jesse's neck. It's almost rough the way he does it, wordlessly telling Jesse he wants it while trying to seize some control over the situation. Submitting while also physically trying to assert some semblance of dominance that he's so used to having around Jesse. ]
[It might seem like he's giving in. After all, he allows it: doesn't slap away the hand that grabs at him, doesn't resist or hold out for some verbal confirmation. But he's satisfied by Joel's frantic desperation, the pleading in his eyes and the precome seeping from his dick.
Anyway, there's never a better time to fuck someone than when they're begging for it - even if the begging's silent.
He thrusts into Joel without any further delay, the movement guided by that impetuous hand on his neck. If Joel wants it, he'll get it. One abrupt, punishing jerk of his hips and Jesse hisses through his teeth at the crushing tightness that greets him inside.]
- God.
[The heat spreads through his nerves, pain giving way instantly to a pleasure so intense he can't bring himself to move. Not yet, not without the threat of coming immediately.
[ A choked cry of pain tears from Joel's throat. Jesse's fingers had stretched and relaxed him a little, but it in no way prepares him for the thick, blunt press of Jesse's cock roughly thrusting into him with barely any lubrication. It's jarring and impossibly tight and makes his muscles clamped around Jesse's cock to spasm like they're trying to push Jesse out of him. His back arches and he arches his head back against the camping mattress, his fingers biting into the back of Jesse's neck. His other hand scrambles for purchase before snatching at the blankets, twisting and fisting them in his fingers, and it's a good thing Jesse doesn't move for a few seconds because the sensation of Jesse's cock barely halfway inside him is overwhelming, making Joel's breath come out in ragged heaves.
God, if he felt vulnerable before, he feels utterly helpless now. He could easily throw Jesse off him if he wanted to but all he does is cling onto Jesse's neck with one hand, tense and keeping as still as he can despite the urge to writhe away. He's endured far worse pain. His cock has instantly started to soften but desire is still there. He'd be shoving Jesse off him as hard as he could if it wasn't. ]
[The awareness of Joel's pain fades slowly into Jesse's mind, creeping into focus through the muddle of all those sensations Jesse himself is feeling. And as soon as he realizes it's there, he takes it - an instant supernatural analgesic soothing all of Joel's agony away.
Jesse can handle it better.
A little further now. Slower, because Joel's still so tense. Jesse lays his hand against the arm that's gripping him, not to throw it off but trying to let it guide him. Let Joel be the one to control how deep Jesse goes.]
[ Another groan escapes Joel, this time low and drawn out and aching as pain bleeds away, leaving him with nothing but the sensation of being filled. He visibly and physically relaxes a little, just lying still with his eyes still clamped shut while he feels Jesse's hand grip his arm. And then, after a couple of moments of catching his breath, he tilts his hips up slightly, a tiny experimental thrust that sends another shock through him, an overwhelmingly sensitive but good shock this time. No pain. Just a feeling of fullness that he finds himself wanting deeper.
He tugs on Jesse's neck, a firm massaging grip that's as tentative as it is needy. The way he lets his leg that Jesse hasn't hoisted up draw open wider with another small and searching roll of his hips says it all: he wants Jesse to keep going. Wants Jesse deeper. ]
[Jesse can feel every minuscule move that Joel makes, breath hitching with each shift of his weight. His cock pulses and aches in those few seconds of Joel's adjustment, screaming at him to keep going. Just fucking go. Just fucking take him.
So when Joel's hand urges him forward, he doesn't hesitate. Jesse thrusts deeper - less violent this time, easing his way in, a measured and tortured slide until he's balls-deep. He goes still there, resisting the urge to start pumping until Joel's ready, though his body sways and for a moment it's only Joel's hand on his neck that's keeping him from doubling over.]
[ It's like his insides are being pushed aside, rearranged. Joel's chest heaves heavily with near gasping breaths as he lies still underneath Jesse, paralysed at the sensation of being stretched and completely filled while also fighting to stay still at the same time. A deep frown is furrowed on his brow and his mouth is slack and his face is contorted with an intensity that mirrors how intense Jesse's cock pushing deeper into him feels. And when Jesse is finally balls-deep, Joel finally lets out a deep gasp, his body screaming to bear down and push Jesse out of him.
He swallows hard. Tries to catch his breath, tries to breathe through it. Hand still clamped on Jesse's neck, his other hand fumbles down for his cock, which has started softening again from the sheer force of being able to focus on nothing else except Jesse pushing into him. He wraps his hand around his dick and tugs slightly, squeezes, distractedly starts jerking himself off. ]
[There's nothing quite like it, Jesse knows. Nothing that leaves a man feeling more exposed and defenseless. Maybe Joel never even considered it, all those times he was tearing into Jesse, his mind fixed on a single selfish objective.
But Jesse has more discipline, more care. He ignores his own body's urge for speed. When he finally begins to rock his hips, it's a slow and precise movement. To rush would mean rushing to his own finish, and he doesn't want that. He wants to remain here, wrapped inside Joel's heat, for as long as he's allowed.
Twisting slightly to get a better angle, Jesse works up to a steady grind, and the hand that isn't keeping him balanced moves to rest over Joel's, to stroke his cock along with him.]
[ Exposed and defenseless is exactly how he feels. He felt exposed and defenseless whenever Tess had him submitting in similar ways, but this is something else entirely. He likes it and he doesn't like it, or maybe it's more that he doesn't want to like it because being defenseless and feeling exposed are things Joel dislikes most. Yet as Jesse starts to move inside him, Joel takes it, gasping hitched breaths with each thrust into him, each thrust feeling forceful and like Jesse is moving completely in and out of him even though he's taking it slow.
Jesse shifting the angle slightly jars a shuddering grunt out of Joel and the grinding thrusts Jesse starts working up to sends shockwaves through his body that obliterates any ability to think. Tingling heat begins to creep in underneath the sensation of fullness; he doesn't really realise it at first but he starts rocking his hips in tandem with Jesse's thrusts as his hand moves a little faster on his cock, discomfort starting to blur into a twisted kind of pleasure.
It's all forcing Joel to let go. It's taking every ugly thing tangled up inside him in ugly, tight knots and giving him no choice but to surrender. Something he needs far more than he would ever admit. ]
[Jesse's head rolls back, ragged groans escaping his throat as Joel draws him in and they find their rhythm together. A rush of numbness sweeps his brain, everything in his universe centering on the point where he and Joel are locked. It's so perfectly simple now: just the two of them alone, just bodies tangled together in the throes of pleasure and nothing outside of this. He's anchored here, secure, and it's like nothing could ever possibly take him away from Joel again.
His fingers curl, gripping Joel's hand, holding it tight just to feel Joel beating himself off. When their movements match, when they jerk and thrust in unison, it's like they've reached a perfect harmony. No more pain. Only the thrill, only electric shocks through his nerves and heat building at his base. He pumps faster and faster, each thrust accompanied by a guttural gasp, his control slipping the more he feels Joel open up to him. Jesse will fill every inch that's allowed to him. If Joel's surrendering, then Jesse's taking possession.]
[ Joel tries to hold back the noises that want to escape his throat. He tries to hold back the urge to pull Jesse closer to him. It's all forcing him to let go but there's still a part of him that holds so tightly onto control that's still struggling to stay in control. It's a losing battle, with how much faster Jesse is now fucking him, with how raw everything feels yet how good that feels. His hand finally slips free of its tight grip on the back of Jesse's neck, grabs at Jesse's arm, at his chest, thoughtlessly grabbing anywhere, and his other hand loses momentum on his cock from how fast and frantic everything is becoming. His cock lays against his lower stomach, hard and wet at the tip and flexing tight every few thrusts into him.
Without thought, his restlessly knees draw up either side of Jesse's waist and it's such a powerless and emasculating position, with Jesse dominating him between his thighs, but the sudden change in angle seems to let Jesse drive into him deeper. A deep guttural cry of startled pleasure tears out of him, followed by another, and another, Jesse's cock hitting a spot inside him that spikes a raw, mind-numbing buzz of heat that radiates deep in the base of his dick and down his thighs and in the base of his spine. His blunt fingernails claw at Jesse's sides and dig into his back before a hand comes up to snatch Jesse's hair at the back of his head. ]
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Or vice versa.
God, the thought of being inside Joel gets him harder, his free hand gripping Joel's hip as he toys with the idea of pushing Joel back and just taking him the way Joel first took him: greedily, selfishly, painfully. Jesse's lips make their way back up and he pushes his tongue into Joel's mouth, forceful and ravenous. He could do it, couldn't he? Would Joel beg him to stop or would he enjoy it?]
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Pinned down on the camping mattress, he utters a quiet noise against Jesse's mouth, his muscles jerking slightly at the touch to his balls. Jesse's hand gently caressing and massaging them feels both entirely exposing and exciting; part of wants to squirm away from it, especially with Jesse keeping him pinned down, but it also feels good, the kind of good that has him groaning softly against Jesse's mouth again. ]
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Finally he sits back, still rolling Joel's balls in his palm as he brings that other slick hand down and sneaks it under. He teases Joel's ass with his fingertips, giving him the chance to get used their presence, brushing the rim just enough to make him crave more.]
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Instantly, he tenses up. His hands snatch at Jesse's arms, confusion quickly beginning to turn into alarm. This isn't what he was expecting, at all, and all of a sudden he feels vulnerable, trapped underneath Jesse with the most delicate places on his body being touched.
Tess used to do this to him. Slip her hand between his thighs, tease him with her fingers. The first time, he'd protested and tried to resist, until she'd found a sweet spot that made him almost incoherent with a pleasure he hadn't remotely anticipated. He doesn't want to like what Jesse is doing because this is entirely unexpected and unfamiliar, yet the way Jesse is teasing him is just enough to make him let out a shuddering breath. His hands are still gripping Jesse's arms, ready to push him away, but in spite of himself, his hips jerk up slightly as if seeking more and his cock flexes tight and hard, all while he stares up at Jesse with that same look of conflicted alarm on his face. ]
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[Jesse won't be dissuaded by Joel's reluctance. This isn't nearly as scary as he thinks it is. And Jesse's being so tender - for now, at least.]
Just relax. It's gonna feel good. I want you to feel so good, Joel.
[It's already working, isn't it? The desire to be taken has always come naturally to Jesse, with the right encouragement, and Joel's body responds much the same. Jesse's hand slides from Joel's balls to his cock, jerking it again to get his mind off the fear. Then Jesse slips a single finger into him, tentative, to see how he reacts.]
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His body resists against it, his muscles tightening around Jesse's finger, though Jesse resuming jerking him off elicits another quiet groan from Joel while he writhes slightly underneath him. His breathing has picked up, partly from an arousal he can't control, partly from sheer alarm.
He starts pushing himself up onto his elbows to protest. He's never been fucked by a guy before. Being vulnerable to Jesse like that makes him nervous. ]
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[He doesn't mean to use Todd's words. They slip out of him so easily he doesn't even hear them, half a thought spoken out loud by accident as his full focus is on working Joel into submission. The nervousness isn't helping either of them, so he activates his power to calm Joel down again. Ease off some of the panic, hope that heart throbs with excitement instead. He pushes his finger in deeper, insistent.]
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[ What the hell is that supposed to mean? is what Joel means to argue back, but suddenly, out of nowhere he finds himself calming down, and Jesse's finger pushing deeper into him makes his fingertip brush against a molten spot inside Joel that makes him let out a sudden shuddering gasp.
Though his muscles are clamping down around Jesse's finger, fighting against the intrusion, he slumps back down onto the mattress with his head arching back and his cock flexing tight in Jesse's hand again. Without thinking about it, his thighs widen that bit more and his hips tilt up in search of pleasure. ]
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His hands finally release Jesse's arms to snatch at the blankets. The pressure and discomfort of being stretched without lubrication has him breathing sharp and hard against Jesse's mouth, while the conflicting sensation of pleasure deep inside has him rocking slightly against Jesse's fingers. He can't think about anything else except what is happening right at this very moment and maybe that's a good thing. Maybe that's exactly what he needs. Gritting his teeth, he shifts his legs open wider and rocks his hips again to try and make Jesse's fingertips rub over that sweet spot again, and again, and his stomach muscles twitch and jerk each time while a louder groan that sounds somewhere between helpless discomfort and helpless pleasure escapes him. ]
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Relax... Relax...
[Murmured reminders as Jesse sits back. Releasing Joel's cock, he spits into his palm and smears the saliva over the head of his own dick. It might as well be nothing, for all the good it'll do, but he doesn't particularly care about the pain. He's going to really feel Joel. That's what counts.]
Relax.
[His fingers work their way out of Joel, slow enough to keep from startling him too much, and Jesse props him up by the thigh as he eases closer. Not pushing in yet, but touching the tip of his cock to Joel's entrance.]
Tell me you want it.
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Jesse withdrawing his fingers leaves Joel feeling sudden emptiness, unfulfilled, unsatisfied, frustrated. His eyes snap open and meet Jesse's, vulnerability flaring up in him all over again as Jesse hoists his leg up, opening him up to Jesse. He feels suddenly small, overpowered by Jesse as the tip of Jesse's dick brushes against his entrance, and it makes him nervous and makes his heart race with an excitement he can't put a name to, all at once.
And that command from Jesse - he presses his lips together and swallows hard. He wants that emptiness he's been left with to be filled again. He wants to not think about all the horrible shit that's happened since Ellie disappeared, since Jesse disappeared. He needs Jesse. He can't bring himself to say it, though.
He reaches a hand out to grab the back of Jesse's neck. It's almost rough the way he does it, wordlessly telling Jesse he wants it while trying to seize some control over the situation. Submitting while also physically trying to assert some semblance of dominance that he's so used to having around Jesse. ]
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Anyway, there's never a better time to fuck someone than when they're begging for it - even if the begging's silent.
He thrusts into Joel without any further delay, the movement guided by that impetuous hand on his neck. If Joel wants it, he'll get it. One abrupt, punishing jerk of his hips and Jesse hisses through his teeth at the crushing tightness that greets him inside.]
- God.
[The heat spreads through his nerves, pain giving way instantly to a pleasure so intense he can't bring himself to move. Not yet, not without the threat of coming immediately.
And he's not even halfway in.]
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God, if he felt vulnerable before, he feels utterly helpless now. He could easily throw Jesse off him if he wanted to but all he does is cling onto Jesse's neck with one hand, tense and keeping as still as he can despite the urge to writhe away. He's endured far worse pain. His cock has instantly started to soften but desire is still there. He'd be shoving Jesse off him as hard as he could if it wasn't. ]
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Jesse can handle it better.
A little further now. Slower, because Joel's still so tense. Jesse lays his hand against the arm that's gripping him, not to throw it off but trying to let it guide him. Let Joel be the one to control how deep Jesse goes.]
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He tugs on Jesse's neck, a firm massaging grip that's as tentative as it is needy. The way he lets his leg that Jesse hasn't hoisted up draw open wider with another small and searching roll of his hips says it all: he wants Jesse to keep going. Wants Jesse deeper. ]
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So when Joel's hand urges him forward, he doesn't hesitate. Jesse thrusts deeper - less violent this time, easing his way in, a measured and tortured slide until he's balls-deep. He goes still there, resisting the urge to start pumping until Joel's ready, though his body sways and for a moment it's only Joel's hand on his neck that's keeping him from doubling over.]
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He swallows hard. Tries to catch his breath, tries to breathe through it. Hand still clamped on Jesse's neck, his other hand fumbles down for his cock, which has started softening again from the sheer force of being able to focus on nothing else except Jesse pushing into him. He wraps his hand around his dick and tugs slightly, squeezes, distractedly starts jerking himself off. ]
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But Jesse has more discipline, more care. He ignores his own body's urge for speed. When he finally begins to rock his hips, it's a slow and precise movement. To rush would mean rushing to his own finish, and he doesn't want that. He wants to remain here, wrapped inside Joel's heat, for as long as he's allowed.
Twisting slightly to get a better angle, Jesse works up to a steady grind, and the hand that isn't keeping him balanced moves to rest over Joel's, to stroke his cock along with him.]
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Jesse shifting the angle slightly jars a shuddering grunt out of Joel and the grinding thrusts Jesse starts working up to sends shockwaves through his body that obliterates any ability to think. Tingling heat begins to creep in underneath the sensation of fullness; he doesn't really realise it at first but he starts rocking his hips in tandem with Jesse's thrusts as his hand moves a little faster on his cock, discomfort starting to blur into a twisted kind of pleasure.
It's all forcing Joel to let go. It's taking every ugly thing tangled up inside him in ugly, tight knots and giving him no choice but to surrender. Something he needs far more than he would ever admit. ]
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His fingers curl, gripping Joel's hand, holding it tight just to feel Joel beating himself off. When their movements match, when they jerk and thrust in unison, it's like they've reached a perfect harmony. No more pain. Only the thrill, only electric shocks through his nerves and heat building at his base. He pumps faster and faster, each thrust accompanied by a guttural gasp, his control slipping the more he feels Joel open up to him. Jesse will fill every inch that's allowed to him. If Joel's surrendering, then Jesse's taking possession.]
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Without thought, his restlessly knees draw up either side of Jesse's waist and it's such a powerless and emasculating position, with Jesse dominating him between his thighs, but the sudden change in angle seems to let Jesse drive into him deeper. A deep guttural cry of startled pleasure tears out of him, followed by another, and another, Jesse's cock hitting a spot inside him that spikes a raw, mind-numbing buzz of heat that radiates deep in the base of his dick and down his thighs and in the base of his spine. His blunt fingernails claw at Jesse's sides and dig into his back before a hand comes up to snatch Jesse's hair at the back of his head. ]
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