the pale rider

Mark's move to Jacob's clit made the cowboy jump — a gesture which Mark corrected swiftly. The younger man's moans reverberated into Jacob's core, and he opened his mouth to yelp. However, the sound never emerged. In a moment of panic, Jacob stifled it. Darting eyes showed that he was out of reach of the pillows and blankets. Mark licked the length of him, and Jacob's head pushed forward into his bent arm. Whimpering, the cowboy opened his mouth, pressed it to his flesh, and bit down with all of his might.

It was blinding, really. The pleasure of Mark's good work below combined with the shooting pain from the bite. Both flooded Jacob's senses, forcing him to keep a white - knuckled grip on the headboard to stop himself from yelling. [ they'll hear, ] he thought — ignoring that the they causing such a primal reaction had been dead and gone for decades now. Sweat traced down the shape of Jacob, highlighting the build and strength of him. Beading droplets disappeared into his brunette pubic hair, as thick as the rest of the carpet on him ( as he called it ), and joined the shine of slick and saliva trapped in those curls.

Jacob released his arm after what felt like a lifetime. His blood was drying in rivulets on his skin, and there was red across his lips and teeth. Already, the most recent mark was healing, stitching together rapidly. There were three total embedded into Jacob's forearm.

By the time Jacob called his name, the mess Mark made of him was thorough: all slick and spit and what sweat rolled down. Even as he pulled away, he was huffing air into Jacob's worked pussy. Mark's tongue swiped over his mouth and collected the honey smeared over it; one hand drew inward just so he could keep rubbing Jacob's clit with his thumb, up and down in languid strokes. But when Jacob spoke--

I got to see you, please.

--it was a lightning strike straight to his already stiff dick.

"Oh..." Mark's stomach flipped, rife with some dizzying sense of love and lust. His thumb slid downward, teasing along the seam of Jacob's pussy as he smiled up at him. "You must've missed me, huh?

"I'm sorry, baby."

A kiss, ever so soft, was pressed to Jacob's clit. Mark's thumb collected slick at its tip before it was replaced with his tongue, giving one last, long swipe over the length of him before he was murmuring for Jacob to lift up.

"Come on, let's get you on your back."

Mark was patient all throughout, guiding Jacob to lie back and shifting so he could kneel on the mattress in turn. Having laid down as long as he had, Mark's hair was sticking up here and there, even if the real proof of his debauchery was the shine on his mouth and chin. It was made even more obvious with the warm light of their bedside lamp.

"Better?" he asked as he bent low, pushing sweaty hair off Jacob's face before caressing his cheek. Mark's other hand curved possessively over Jacob's right thigh, pushing it to the side so he could take his rightful place between his legs.

Better ?? Mark questioned. Jacob nodded, swallowed the lump in his throat, and allowed his nails to slide over the other man's upper back. The brush of Mark's fingers on his face, so gentle and sweet ( as if to directly contrast the shine from his depravity of minutes before ), prompted Jacob to squeeze him tighter.

He wanted Mark, in the way he had only ever wanted one person prior in his lifetime. They shared that, really : missing a first love that took years of anger and hot tears to put to bed. Perhaps, that was why this worked — why they worked. Just as Jacob had never tried to force himself into Gemma's place in Mark's life, Mark refused to touch the pedestal that Martin's memory lived on in his beloved cowboy's mind. Their relationship, M3GAN, the boys . . . it existed in the after, the period that followed all of that soul - wrenching denial and grief.

Jacob's pleasantly exhausted, tumbling thoughts were broken into by the press of Mark's cock against his vagina. Instinctively, the cowboy arched his back and pushed his hips forward. He rocked into the firm bulge, wetting it with the mixture of half - dried saliva and slick that lingered there. Old fears lingered in Jacob's mind, begging him to remain quiet. In a panic, he pushed his mouth into Mark's. A muffled yelp, which hastily moved to a high - pitched whine, spilled past Jacob's lips. His tongue tasted the remnants of Mark's earlier delight. In the absence of something to bite, this was Jacob's best solution.

The cowboy glanced up at Carlisle from beneath the brim of his heat, reflective eyes shining a solid blue when the light passed over them. He tilted his head, admiring the elder creature for a moment, and then remembered himself. Jacob felt a light pink appear under his beard as his gaze returned to watching Carlisle's work.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

i'm very grateful for you.

you're very important to me.

you make me want to be a better person.

you're doing a good job, you know.

i can tell you're trying your hardest.

you constantly impress me.

what's going on? tell me everything.

i'm here to listen to you.

i love you so much.

you know you matter to me, right?

i don't know what i'd do without you.

you were right about everything.

if it matters to you, it matters to me.

i believe in you.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

[ caress ] sender soothes a nervous receiver by stroking their hands up and down receiver's arms

[ absentminded ] sender casually takes receiver's hand in public, laces their fingers, and doesn't let go

[ shoulder ] sender listens to receiver speak and sets a hand on their shoulder while doing so, offering comfort

[ behind ] sender comes up to receiver from behind and wraps their arms around them, hugging them close

[ smack ] sender gives receiver's butt an affectionate smack as they walk past them

[ dinner ] at dinner, sender reaches across the table and takes receiver's hand

[ check ] sender reaches out to touch receiver, expressing concern for them

[ cuddle ] sender and receiver snuggle

RECEIVING GIFTS

i saw this yesterday, and i had to get it for you.

this reminded me of you.

you said you didn't have one... so i figured i'd get it for you.

i hope you like it. i picked it out just for you.

i loved making this for you.

i know you had a rough week, so i hope this makes you feel better.

it's all for you!

[ birthday ] sender brings receiver a present on their birthday

[ just because ] sender surprises receiver with a gift

[ grateful ] sender gets a present from receiver and expresses their utmost gratitude

[ flowers ] sender brings receiver a bouquet of their favorite flowers

[ candy ] sender gifts receiver with their favorite candy

QUALITY TIME

i'm not going anywhere. i want to stay here with you.

why don't we spend some time together?

i'd rather be alone with you.

let's plan a vacation.

feel like taking a walk? the weather's nice.

i just want to be with you.

this weekend is all about us.

can we plan for some alone time?

[ walk ] sender and receiver go for a comfortable evening stroll

[ bake ] sender and receiver bake something together

[ decorate ] sender and receiver attend a painting class together

[ relax ] sender and receiver relax on the beach

[ craft ] sender helps receiver with a project they've been working on

ACTS OF SERVICE

let me get that for you.

i'll take care of it! i've got it!

you go and sit down. i've got this covered.

i've planned our entire trip. you don't have to lift a finger.

everything's all taken care of!

sit back down! i'll clean up!

i know it was stressing you out. that's why i took care of it.

i'll help you with that.

i watered your plants.

[ breakfast ] sender brings receiver breakfast in bed

[ blanket ] sender notices receiver is cold, so they bring them a blanket and drape it over their shoulders

[ jacket ] sender offers receiver their coat

[ soup ] knowing receiver is sick, sender brings them a bowl of hot soup

"I got bruises everywhere, if that counts," he said. "S'gonna be fun when you get my shirt off next, let me tell you."

As if to punctuate that, Sam's fingers pinched lightly at the hem of Jacob's shirt. He wasn't moving to tug it off, and truthfully cared more about the point of contact more than anything else, but it was hard to resist teasing someone as easily flustered as his beloved cowboy.

"And, uh... think I got grazed by a bullet somewhere on my calve, left side. Lucky for us it didn't rip through nothing.

Jacob took one last, long look at his work before turning his attention to the kit. He laid all of his materials in the open case. Jacob wiped his hands on the dish towel he had grabbed, laid it on the table, and returned his attention to Sam. With a sigh, the cowboy placed one palm on both of the younger man's shoulders.

"I ain't goin' nowhere," Jacob said eventually. " . . . 'fraid I ain't that easy t'get rid a' as that." He attempted to smile, though it was obvious he was still worried.

One of the church bells in the distance began their chime of three times. Despite his aversion to the cold, he sensed the sun's timid rays struggling to pierce through a thickening blanket of clouds, heralding the approach of an impending squall. "Oh, Angel," Hannibal uttered with a heartfelt sigh, one that conveyed not irritation, but perhaps a tinge of melancholy.

There was much about Jacob that Hannibal would never quite grasp, how enthralled he was with the world still. Perhaps his prolonged existence on this Earth had dulled his appreciation for its beauty. He wondered if it would ever wane for Jacob. It was a refreshing part of being with him, the demon had all but forgotten the subtle details that transformed the mundane into the magnificent.

Hannibal reached over to grab the flower, twirling it once before it disintegrated into ash, the remnants cascading down and settling upon his skin. A sardonic smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he brushed the powdery remains away. "Beauty never lasts," he mused, reflecting on the stark reality of existence. He understood fully that this world, too, would ultimately meet its end, much like the great deluge that God had once unleashed. In the grand scheme of things, all beings were mere instruments, playing their roles until the final curtain call.

Yet, for a moment, Jacob could not find the strength to pull away. This was pleasant. Hannibal's lips were soft and warm — somehow as nice as Jacob had always fancied they would be but also better than. The cowboy wanted nothing more than to stay there, appeasing a very lonely and aching wound that was nearly two hundred years old. He had thought about kissing Hannibal before, hadn't he ?? as much as he preferred not to acknowledge it, to deny the way his breath caught around the other creature or how difficult it was to meet those maroon eyes sometimes.

The cowboy finally seemed to find it in him to react. His hands came down, seized Hannibal's arms, and pushed the demon away. A mix of shock, hurt, and helplessness swirled across Jacob's face. Quiet tears pooled at the corners of his eyes, making them glitter in the winter sun. Jacob felt his knees give out, and he fell slowly onto them. He bowed his head, which sent his hat tumbling to the ground. Blindly, the cowboy shoved forward and pressed his brow to Hannibal's thigh. Trembling fingers twisted together in his lap.

"Love you too," Mark hummed, each word a vibration against Jacob's flesh. "So much, babe."

And he punctuated it with a curl of his tongue into Jacob's heat, as poignant as any exclamation point.

The tips of his fingers dug into Jacob's flesh, pressing into muscle as he marked what was his. Over and over Mark tasted him, ate him, and any attempt to move away was only met with insistent hands keeping Jacob exactly where Mark wanted him. Only when Jacob was dripping on his tongue did Mark let it drift upward, pressing flat to the bump of his clit before his lips wrapped around it.

Sucking softly, Mark couldn't help the moan that rose up his throat. I want more of you, it promised, just as Mark's tongue licked a hot stripe from Jacob's cunt to his hardening clit.

Mark's move to Jacob's clit made the cowboy jump — a gesture which Mark corrected swiftly. The younger man's moans reverberated into Jacob's core, and he opened his mouth to yelp. However, the sound never emerged. In a moment of panic, Jacob stifled it. Darting eyes showed that he was out of reach of the pillows and blankets. Mark licked the length of him, and Jacob's head pushed forward into his bent arm. Whimpering, the cowboy opened his mouth, pressed it to his flesh, and bit down with all of his might.

It was blinding, really. The pleasure of Mark's good work below combined with the shooting pain from the bite. Both flooded Jacob's senses, forcing him to keep a white - knuckled grip on the headboard to stop himself from yelling. [ they'll hear, ] he thought — ignoring that the they causing such a primal reaction had been dead and gone for decades now. Sweat traced down the shape of Jacob, highlighting the build and strength of him. Beading droplets disappeared into his brunette pubic hair, as thick as the rest of the carpet on him ( as he called it ), and joined the shine of slick and saliva trapped in those curls.

Jacob released his arm after what felt like a lifetime. His blood was drying in rivulets on his skin, and there was red across his lips and teeth. Already, the most recent mark was healing, stitching together rapidly. There were three total embedded into Jacob's forearm.

Though Mark refused to let go of Jacob's ass, nice and firm as it was, the other was much sweeter as it slid its index finger along Jacob's jaw. A slight lift coaxed Jacob to look at him, and only when they were face to face did he say what he wanted--

"I always want to touch you." Then, grinning, he added, "What really takes all my self-control is holding back when I see how good of a dad you are to our children.

"Let go of the sheets, baby. C'mere."

Both his hands bracketed Jacob's hips, and as Mark allowed himself to slip lower on his pillow, gentle pushes urged Jacob to lift ever so slightly on the bed. Not for the first time tonight, he was struck with the thought that it'd been so long since they had time like this. And, ever so eager, Mark's heart beat quick in his chest as he guided Jacob closer to the headboard, hands and words instructing him until Jacob's knees settled above either side of Mark's shoulders.

He spread those legs wider and was hit all at once with the smell of him. Mark swallowed the saliva building in his mouth, pressing a soft kiss instead to Jacob's folds. Any other time, he'd be happy to have Jacob on his back while he went down mercilessly on him, but he couldn't deny there was something terribly delicious about looking up and seeing the gorgeous line of Jacob's body.

This body held his children. This body went through hell. This body killed and this body healed, and as Mark's hands crept upward to hold Jacob's waist steady, he couldn't keep his eyes off him even as he gave a long swipe of his tongue over the seam of his lover's heat.

That first kiss, so innocent in spite of its profane placement, sent a shudder through Jacob. He issued another pleading, quiet noise, eyes squeezed shut.

" — I been wantin' ya there, darlin'," Jacob confessed, voice scarcely above a whisper. " . . . 's hard, though, with the - with the kids n' all a' life we got t' — "

Jacob was interrupted by the swipe of Mark's tongue across the full length of him. The heat of his lover's breath flowed into Jacob's folds, amplifying the warmth he already felt pooling down there. Instinctively, the cowboy arched his back. His muscular torso rolled above Mark as Jacob tipped his head toward the ceiling. A long, sweet keen left him.

One hand reached down tentatively, brushing its fingertips across the top of Mark's hair. Jacob lowered his brow to the inside of his other arm again. The heat between his thighs, where Mark was so comfortably settled, grew larger and larger by the moment. Jacob gasped breathily at the first sensation of being wet and what that could mean for him. Mark had scarcely settled into place, and Jacob's body was already responding to the mere tease of him.

"The kids're gonna be fine," he said, fingers trailing feather-light strokes along the side of Jacob's waist.

And when Jacob looked down at him again, and Mark glimpsed those tell-tale signs of blushing on his face, he smiled because he loved him.

"'For the two of us', huh?"

It was hard not to let the innocence of Jacob's desires get to his head. Though Mark liked to think he'd grown from the arrogance of his youth (or even the first days of his severed life-- those memories were funny despite how foreign they were), there was a shine in Jacob's eyes that had little to do with their reflective nature. It was hard not to feel good seeing how clearly he was wanted.

The hand on Jacob's waist moved to his hip, then slid all the way around to curve possessively over his ass. Mark's other hand cupped the side of his jaw, feeling the warmth there for himself.

Parenthood was as fulfilling as Mark used to imagine it would be, fuelled as he was by the love that became so easy to pour into the lives of their children. But as he led Jacob down for another kiss, it occurred to him that having so many kids meant it'd been a while since he and Jacob could take their time together.

Mark couldn't remember the last time he could curve his tongue into Jacob's mouth and simply relish the act of kissing without rushing to fuck him in the few minutes they had.

Pulling away, Mark's thumb traced the swell of Jacob's bottom lip. The hand on his ass coaxed him lower, closer, until Jacob's core was against Mark's cock.

The cowboy's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of their bodies meeting briefly below. A thin layer of cotton was all that stood between them — Jacob had complained it was too hot and shed the boxers he wore to sleep in several minutes ago. ( maybe he wanted this even then and simply hadn't worked up courage enough to ask until now. ) Jacob's mouth parted, and a soft noise escaped it.

After a moment, Jacob wet his lips. The tension in his hands was slowly turning each of his knuckles white, but he did not know how to uncurl them. Blindly, the cowboy nosed into Mark's cheek. Something high - pitched and drawn out issued from him : a noise that was almost as pleading in nature as it was quietly frustrated.

"Only if ya want t'do it, darlin' — only if ya want t'do it," Jacob murmured. He felt his eyes open and focus on nothing. "D'ya think ya could . . . put your mouth on it f - f'r me ?? " Another swipe of his tongue, and Jacob lifted his head. His gray gaze, so full of trepidation, settled on the side of Mark's neck.

It did not matter that Jacob had bore ( four ) children, three of which were biologically Mark's. Physical intimacy and the trappings of it would always make the cowboy metaphorically stumble. Mark was so confident, so sure in these matters. They were happy, they insisted, but there was a part of Jacob that didn't wonder if God hadn't created a better partner for Mark out there. Jacob swallowed a sudden lump of emotion in his throat.

If there was someone in the world for Mark, someone who didn't bear their scars as blatantly as the ugly thing around Jacob's neck — would Jacob be able to give him up ?? The cowboy heard his finger crack, and he pressed his forehead to Mark's.

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