9. Will Niall Get To Come?

9

WILL NIALL GET TO COME?

“Please.” Niall’s voice broke. “Please, please, please.”

He shoved his hips at Jag, angling them up to offer as much as he could.

“Fuck,” Jag hissed. “So needy. So perfect for me.”

He swept Niall off his feet and carried him to his bedroom, depositing him face-down on his bed. Jag removed Niall’s shoes and kicked off his own. He disappeared for a moment—water ran in the bathroom. Then Jag returned and straightened Niall out, moments before the mattress indented on either side of Niall’s hips.

“I won’t remove your clothes,” Jag whispered. “Not for the first time. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

He crowded close, bracing his hands on either side of Niall’s shoulders, his breath hot on Niall’s ear. They weren’t touching yet. But Jag had caged Niall in with the sheer size of his body, and Niall’s insides writhed with need.

“Where are your toys?” Jag’s velvety-soft lips caught Niall’s ear.

“Under my bed.” Niall gulped. “But—But can I wear my mittens? They’re in my closet. The blue ones.”

“Of course.” Jag pressed a kiss to Niall’s shoulder. Then he disappeared, only to return moments later with a pair of powder blue mittens. They were thin, just enough to hide Niall’s fingers without being overly bulky.

Gently, Jag slipped them onto Niall’s hands, hiding away the ugliness. “Better?”

Niall nodded gratefully. He let his face thump against the mattress, reaching down to try and shove his pants off.

“Let me get that.” Jag hooked his fingers into Niall’s pants and briefs, dragging them down to his thighs.

The clothes slipped away from his cock, too. Niall’s bare length hit the bed; he gasped and began humping the sheets. Everything was more intense because he could feel Jag’s attention on his ass, hot and intent, like he was ready to devour Niall whole.

“I’ve been thinking about this ass,” Jag whispered in his ear, palming it with his calloused hand. He dragged Niall’s cheeks apart, and let them pull back together. “Thinking about touching you, tasting you. Burying my cock all the way in, fucking you ‘til you’re loose and gaping.”

Niall choked on his saliva, his entire body growing hot. “Please.”

“Not my cock. Not today.” Jag patted his ass. “But I’ll answer your ad, sweetheart. I’ll put a toy inside you, fuck you with it ‘til you come.”

“Oh gods. Yes.” Niall tried to open his legs, but he couldn’t with his clothes trapping his legs shut. He reached down to clumsily spread his cheeks, shoving his ass up to offer himself. Jag sat back to look.

“Fuck. Fuck, look at your hole.” Jag groaned, cupping his hands over Niall’s to hold his ass spread. Niall’s hole tingled under his attention. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about opening you up, tasting you. Putting my tongue, fingers, and cock inside ‘til you scream and come.”

Niall panted, his insides aching emptily. “It hurts. Please put something in me.”

“Patience.” Jag held Niall down with a hand between his shoulder blades. He squeezed Niall’s ass with his other hand and dipped his thumb between Niall’s cheeks, circling closer and closer to his hole, until he finally dragged his callused fingertip over the bundle of nerves.

And he pushed in.

Niall moaned. Jag swore and sank his finger into Niall’s body.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet around me,” Jag hissed. “Just waiting to suck down my cock.”

He thrust shallowly inside, back and forth, before probing with intent. Niall knew what he was looking for the moment he found it. Electricity razed up his spine, and precome shot out of him. “Ah!”

“There we go.” Jag’s voice dipped low. “Found that sweet spot.”

He began to massage it with just one finger, until Niall thrashed and wheezed, leaking from his cock and hole, words falling from his mouth. “More, more. Please. Want more.”

“How about this?” Jag thrust another finger easily inside. “Enough for you?”

“Want your cock,” Niall sobbed. “I keep thinking about it.”

“Yeah?” Jag rewarded him with a slow, hard press against his prostate. Niall’s eyes rolled back. “How do you dream about having it?”

“On my face.” Niall’s filter must’ve broken somewhere. “Inside my mouth. Rubbing all over. Rubbing your come into me.” He shuddered.

“Mm. Fuck. You make me so hard, sweetheart. Here.”

Jag pulled out his fingers. Niall whined and twisted around to see where he was going.

Instead of leaving, Jag reached under the bed, grabbing Niall’s box of toys. He set it on the bed next to them and came around to sit in front of Niall.

In fact, he lifted Niall up by the shoulders, and when he lowered Niall against the bed, he made sure Niall’s face landed right on top of his bulge.

“Oh, gods,” Niall moaned, rubbing his nose up and down the hard line of Jag’s cock. He buried his face against it and filled his lungs with its scent. This was so much better than sniffing at Jag’s sweatpants. He was sniffing Jag’s cock, and he could feel the weight of it, the way it throbbed and strained behind the fabric. “It’s so big.”

“Do you think it’ll fit?”

Niall nodded eagerly.

“Fuck. The way you want my cock. Your tight little hole just wants to suck it all down, doesn’t it?”

Niall whimpered. “Please. Please, I want. Now.”

Jag groaned. He thrust up against Niall’s face—Niall’s cock jerked desperately—and reached over, spreading Niall’s cheeks, opening him to the cool air of his bedroom. Jag rubbed his hole again and pushed two fingers inside. “Which toy do you want inside you?”

“Closest to your size.” Immediately after, Niall’s face burned.

Jag groaned. “None of them are as big, but I’ll use the biggest.”

Niall writhed. He could feel how big Jag was, and he tucked his face against Jag’s heavy balls, sniffing at them, wishing he could have every drop of Jag’s come inside him.

A blunt tip tapped against his hole. “I’m going in.”

When Niall nodded quickly, Jag pushed two fingers in and scissored them apart. Then he crammed the toy inside, stretching Niall unyieldingly. Inches and inches of cock pushed into him all at once, so much that Niall moaned against Jag’s bulge and came all over the bed.

“Fuck, you got tight. That’s how you’re gonna clamp down on me, huh?” Jag pushed more of the dildo into Niall’s convulsing body, forcing him to take more. Niall’s balls writhed; it felt so good when Jag kept fucking him through his orgasm, as though he was chasing his own pleasure.

Jag’s thrusts grew deeper, harder. He pushed so deep that Niall could only moan, drooling onto Jag’s cock. He tried to suck on Jag through his pants, but he couldn’t focus on anything except the stretch of his body, the thickness massaging him inside.

“S-so good,” Niall panted.

“You’re so good for me,” Jag murmured. “Taking my cock so well.”

Niall grew harder, somehow. He’d never had this before—whenever he played with his toys, he was limited by his own strength, and how hard he could shove himself down on the dildos.

Jag... Jag had so much strength. He pounded the dildo into Niall like how an alpha would fuck him. And this wasn’t even his actual cock; he was just using a stand-in.

“I want you to fuck me for real,” Niall whimpered, licking hungrily at Jag’s cock.

“Yeah? You like this?” Jag angled Niall’s ass higher. On the next thrust, the entire dildo slammed into Niall, filling him up like nothing else had ever done. Niall came again. Jag groaned. His sweatpants had a soaked, dark patch at his tip, and his cock kept jerking against Niall’s lips, like it needed to burrow inside him.

Niall squirmed so he could fit his mouth around Jag’s tip, sucking down his precome through his pants. It was salty and musky, and Jag began to curse above him.

“Fuck. Your mouth, Niall. Fuck. I want to fuck you so bad. Pin you down and make you take every inch. Shoot every last drop of come into your tight little body. Knot you for hours while I come inside you over and over.”

Niall wheezed. He pushed his hips higher. “I want your knot.”

Jag groaned. He pulled the dildo out of Niall and dropped it on the bed, fishing another from Niall’s toy box. Niall was so wet that the toy slid easily inside him; he didn’t realize what Jag had in mind, until he felt the thick roundness of a knot against his hole.

Jag nudged it against him, and began to push harder when Niall didn’t protest. “Take my knot, sweetheart.”

It stretched him wide and sank in, and it shoved so insistently against his prostate that he wheezed and came all over the bed.

“Fuck,” Jag hissed.

He crammed the knotted toy all the way into Niall, until its flared base pressed against his hole. Then he slipped out from under Niall—Niall whimpered.

“Where’re you going?”

“Finishing the job properly,” Jag growled. “Better angle from behind. I can fuck you harder.”

Niall grew even wetter.

Jag covered him with his body, gripping the toy so his fingers brushed Niall’s cheeks. What Niall wasn’t prepared for was his sheer strength, the way he began to plow inside, slamming the knot so roughly against Niall’s prostate that Niall’s come ripped out of him in a never-ending rush.

And yet Jag continued to thrust, keeping the dildo’s knot pressed so hard against Niall’s sensitive spot. Niall thrashed, trying to breathe as he came again and again.

Jag finally eased off when Niall was on the verge of blacking out. “Rest,” Jag said raggedly.

He slid the toy out of Niall, rubbing Niall’s loose hole reverently with his thumb. Then he reached under Niall’s hips and ran his hand through Niall’s puddle of come, smearing it all over his own cock.

Niall was barely conscious as Jag crowded close, pushing his bare, slippery length under Niall’s shirt. It was big, heavy, and it left a wet line along Niall’s back. Jag groaned, tucking his nose behind Niall’s ear as he began to thrust, long, slow strokes between Niall’s cheeks that made his breath stutter.

It was only too easy to imagine Jag sliding further down, pushing his tip inside—Gods, Niall wished for it so badly.

“You can—inside,” Niall mumbled, trying to push his hips up.

Jag’s breathing stuttered. “Next time.”

He hiked Niall’s hips up so his cheeks pressed flush around Jag’s cock, his hole right there. Jag slid his entire cock against Niall’s sensitive hole, until Niall could imagine himself stretched around that thickness.

“I need,” Niall moaned.

“Fuck.” Jag pinned him down and began thrusting, short, desperate thrusts interspersed by harsh breathing. Jag’s cock grew thicker. And he pinned Niall’s hips against the bed, liquid warmth shooting across his back.

Heat feathered through Niall’s face. If he could’ve come again, he would’ve. This was the best compliment he’d ever received: Jag rubbing himself all over Niall, using Niall’s come as lube. Niall memorized everything about this moment so he could replay it in sinful detail later.

It was definitely going into at least one book.

They lay together for a long while, panting. Jag brushed his lips against Niall’s nape.

Niall thought maybe Jag would pull away, except Jag slipped his hand under Niall’s shirt and smeared his come all over his back. Every inch he could reach. As though he was determined to mark Niall everywhere with it. “Did you like that?”

Niall’s ears burned. “Why wouldn’t I?” He yelped when Jag flipped them both over, so Niall was now lying on top of Jag, looking up at the ceiling. “It was my first time.”

Jag froze. “Damn it. I should’ve gone slower—”

“No! I loved it. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Niall squirmed onto his side to try and breathe Jag in. “It’s not like I’m completely virgin. I’ve had different toys up my ass. I’ve tried pounding them in, so it’s not like you’re the first one there. But you’re the first person aside from me.”

Jag snorted. Then he tightened his arms around Niall, and asked very carefully, “Did... Did anyone touch you that way? During the bad years.”

Niall shook his head. “Not that way.”

Jag exhaled gustily. “Thank fuck.”

He nuzzled the back of Niall’s head, holding him so gently that Niall started to think... maybe this was possible. Something more between them.

“Tell me,” Jag murmured. His words were starting to slur. “Why don’t I like scars?”

“What?” Niall frowned, peeking up at him. “Where’d that come from?”

“You said I don’t like them.”

Niall froze. He hadn’t said that aloud to Jag at all. “W-when did you hear that?”

“The other day, after I’d fixed the tub.”

Niall had been in his office with the door closed. Telling the computer that Konan was going to break up with Neo over his scars, but he’d called them Jag and I .

How much had Jag heard?

Niall panicked. He didn’t want to explain his gums to Jag, and most certainly not the book he’d been writing about them because he hadn’t thought Jag would end up in his bed like this. “Um.”

“Hey.” Jag pressed his palm over Niall’s heart, anchoring Niall against his chest so he couldn’t run. “I never said that I don’t like scars.”

“But...” Niall ran his tongue along the edge of his dentures.

Jag trailed his hands slowly down Niall’s arms, covering Niall’s mittened fingers gently with his own. “Did I do or say something that made you think I don’t?”

Niall pulled his hands back self-consciously, cringing. No one but his brother had gone out of their way to touch his hands. “They’re ugly.”

Jag sighed heavily. “I hesitate to say they’re beautiful, because they’re the result of something someone did to you. I’m furious on your behalf. But I don’t think they’re ugly. I think they just are. Part of you. And I accept you completely for who you are.”

“But you don’t even know all of me,” Niall cried. “You haven’t seen the worst of it!”

“So show me.” Jag looked so open, so willing to take anything Niall threw at him. “Let me prove that I will accept you.”

Niall sucked his lower lip into his mouth. “I-I’m not ready.”

“I’ll be here when you are.”

No one had promised Niall that, either.

Jag turned Niall so they now lay chest to chest, their hearts thumping together. “I promise that you’re safe with me. I promise not to judge you. I won’t turn you away. I won’t think you’re ugly.”

“You can’t know that.”

“I do know it.” Jag gave a crooked smile. “I didn’t live this long, and I didn’t grit my teeth through eight years of jail, only to lie about who I am.”

Niall looked into his patient grey eyes, feeling as though he was living in a dream. “Let me think about it.”

“Of course.” Jag lay with him on the bed for a while longer, before rolling Niall onto his back and climbing off. “I’ll clean you up.”

He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth, wiping the drying sweat off Niall’s face and neck. Then he wiped down Niall’s worn out cock, and reached for Niall’s shirt to get his hips.

Niall shoved the shirt down. “Not there.”

Jag’s gaze flickered up to meet his. “Alright. Turn over and let me get your back.”

Niall flopped onto his front, blushing when Jag scrubbed the washcloth up his back, wiping off the drying come. He wiped along the creases of Niall’s thighs and between his cheeks, over his hole. It tingled when the terrycloth raked over it.

“Do I still smell like you?” Niall blurted.

Jag cupped Niall’s cheeks and spread them, pressing his nose to Niall’s hole. “Yeah,” he growled. “Especially here.”

Niall blushed all over. “Oh.”

“I like it.” Jag brushed a kiss against Niall’s entrance, and let his cheeks close to keep it safe.

Niall was so going to jerk off to this later.

“What are your plans for this afternoon?” Jag asked.

“Um... some work.”

“Yeah? What do you do for work?” Jag’s gaze lit up with interest.

Niall squirmed. “Stuff. I work from home.”

Jag seemed thoughtful, but he only nodded. “Well, I should get going. That house isn’t going to fix itself.”

“Happy working,” Niall said, scrambling to sit up.

Jag ruffled his hair and grinned. “Happy working.”

Then he left, and Niall only realized that Jag had left the stolen boxer-briefs behind, long after the alpha was already gone.