#s.måns/jac

[savstaroth]

It was several days after the incident. Måns had had to take some time off work to recover from the accidental mental trauma. Now that he was back, he felt that he owed both himself and Jac to talk it through. He took a deep breath before knocking on Jac’s cell door. “Jacques, it’s Måns. Can I come in?”  @arcanigenum

[savstaroth]

Måns just grinned. "No, I'm naturally curious and always eager to try new things. There's a difference."

The command made Måns gasp with arousal. "Yes, Sir." He asked where the lube was and dashed to get it, shedding the rest of his clothes as he went. He was soon back and straddled Jac again. He squirted some lube onto his fingers and kissed Jac deeply while he coated his dick with it. Soon he rose up, shuffled closer and sank down on the dick. He moaned as it stretched him open and filled his ass. It felt so good. He kissed Jac deeply and began riding him slowly, angling his hips so his prostate would be hit just right. The bumps felt surprisingly good as the slid in and out of him. He threw his head back with a low moan and started riding Jac faster. His hands rested on Jac's body to support him and he gasped and moaned with pleasure in time with his movements. His dick was hard and leaking, desperate for attention, and he gave Jac a pleading look. "Touch me, Jac. Please..."

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Måns had started to slip into the headspace he so often ended up in when he serviced someone. It wasn’t quite full sub space, but it was the next best thing. He had noticed the tear and the bumps but paid them little mind. His full focus was on giving Jac the best head he’d ever had. 

He growled with disappointment when Jac started talking and pulled right out of that headspace, but then he registered the genuine worry on Jac’s voice and removed his mouth to look up with concern. “What? What is it?” He then noticed the tear and the bumps and examined them closely, gently touching them. To him it didn’t look so bad. The bumps even intrigued him, making him wonder if he would feel them when Jac fucked him, but it was obviously bad enough for Jac to freak out.

“Hey, no.” He was quickly back in Jac’s lap and pressed their foreheads together. “Don’t talk like that. It’s okay. Your dick is fine. There’s nothing that says than anything worse is going to happen to it.” He kissed Jac soothingly and reached down to slowly stroke his dick again. “Those bumps make your dick feel very interesting. I want to know how they feel when you fuck me.”

    “It is not fine!” he squeaked, gesturing wildly with the vampire once more in his lap and in his face. “Did- did you not see my arm? I cannot-” The kiss silenced him and the stroking of his dick reminded him to breathe. His dick was going to come off. He was absolutely certain of this. Even if nothing else had actually come off completely yet, and the body parts had always mended themselves again, his dick was going to fall off. “What? Capitaine, you’re a sick man,” he moaned against Måns’ mouth and gave an insecure chuckle. Not only was it a little bit bumpy which reminded Jacques of some STD, but it had gained new veins too. Holding Måns’ head in his hands, he kissed the vampire hard. Well, despite the future loss of his cock, he still wanted to get off. “Ride me. Get on my dick before it falls off.”

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Måns gave Jac’s cell door a cursory knock before he let himself in. “Hello, pretty boy. I come baring gifts.”

He put down the paper bags he was carrying on the kitchen table and started to unpack them. There was a few bottles of wine along with bread and various groceries he thought Jac might need to refill his pantry and fridge, all Jac’s favorites. The only thing missing was the constantly requested garlic bread which Måns stubbornly refused to get him. 

Måns looked over at his old team mate, feeling the familiar twinge of guilt and resolutely pushed it down.  “How are you doing, Jac? I heard André’s been poking and prodding you again.”

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Måns giggled at the oh là là. "And you are so fucking french." He smiled when Jac caressed him, pleased that the frenchman was taking him up on his offer. He gave out a low huff at being called old, but it changed into a low moan when Jac cupped his ass.

"Yeah, this was my plan all along. I've wanted to be ravaged by you ever since you joined the team, so I have to take the chance when it presents itself, don't I?" He eagerly kissed back and a moment later he pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He did the same to Jac's shirt and caressed his chest sensually before kissing him again. "I want you, Jac. Fuck me."

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Måns made a face of disgust at taking over a boring law firm, and he was lowkey glad that he was not the one to take over tectus when that day came. He did not belong behind a desk. Filing the paperwork he already had to do as head of the military was bad enough. 

“Yes, despite that.” Måns mady a happy sound when Jac kissed him back. He moved so that he was straddling the frenchman’s thighs and lightly bit his lower lip. “Who said anything about a pity fuck? I’m always up for sex. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay. It’s up to you, Jackie. I’m just putting the offer out there.” 

    What a fucking weirdo. Jacques would not bang himself like this. His arm was going to come off at any moment. He did not comment it more than with a grunt. This was probably the first time in a long time he felt insecure about sex. “Oh là là là là, vous êtes bizarre,” he mumbled, somewhat comforted by the fact that it wouldn’t be a pity fuck. And he wondered what a vampire would feel like around his cock. He caressed Måns’ thighs, scratching the fabric with his nails. “I do like older men.” He grinned, cupped the dainty ass in his hands. Said older men’s appearances usually matched their age, though. Måns’ looks weren’t really in that age range, so Jacques had never really checked out Måns the way he had seen the vampire look at him. “And you? Taking advantage of me when I’m fragile, finally, after having been so patient for so long…” He kissed Måns again, chuckling.

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Måns settled in with a sigh, practically melting against Jac. "It's okay, you didn't mean to." He hesitated for a moment before he continued. "I slipped very deep into sub-space when you fucked me. You pushed all my submissive buttons by taking control like that. I loved it, but I know now that I should've warned you. When you threw me out you accidentally forced me out of sub-space too fast. I had one of the worst sub-drops I've ever had because of it, which caused a massive panic attack. I don't blame you for it. I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad, I just want you to understand what I went through. You're already forgiven. You were angry, scared and upset. If our roles were reversed I would've wanted to be alone, too. What I'm trying to say is that I would like us to have another go, if you're up for it. I think I need to be fucked by you again and have it end on a happy note to erase how badly our last time ended." He lifted his head and stroked Jac's prickly hair before kissing him softly, enticingly. "I've been having wet dreams of your cock, Jac. Will you fuck me again?"

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Måns nodded that he understood. “Therapy can work wonders. I hope it’ll give you the help you need.” He sighed and looked down on the floor. “Rationally I know it’s not my fault, and not your fault either, but I can’t help but feel responsible. As the head of military I should follow the rules and regulations to the letter.” He looked up and offered Jac a crooked smile. “On the other hand, also feel like you are high on my list of priorities since you were a part of my team. Your arm wasn’t exactly an emergency, and I thought you deserved some slack and a break from being poked and prodded over the slightest new change. None of us could foresee what would happen, so let’s agree that we both should give ourselves some slack.”

Feeling a sudden need for physical contact, Måns stood up and walked over to slip onto Jac’s lap. He put his arms around him and gave him a tight hug. “I’m glad that you’re whole again.”

    He wasn’t happy about therapy. It felt like admitting defeat, or something along those lines. Or less manly. As Måns spoke, a small smile grew on Jacques’ lips - it sounded good to him when you thought about it that way. “Okay.” It felt nice that someone actually cared about him as a human being and not only as a science project. He pushed his chair back from the table to allow Måns more space and rest his head against the shoulder, his free arm hugging Måns back. “Sorry if I scared you.”