Yours (on TikTok) - Rob Jetten x Jesse Klaver

EIGHT

POV: My husband, my toddler, my successful practice and my unfinished novel while I make my new Dutch toys from TikTok smash: 👀 👀 👀 👀

Rob kisses Jesse gently. A light press of lips over and over. He reaches down to rub his thumb over the head of Jesse's cock, sliding it back and forth. He guides him backwards and sinks down slowly. He pulls back from Jesse's lips, just far enough that he can look into his eyes as he does it. Jesse's jaw is slack, his eyes wide. Rob seats himself fully and grins.
"Alright?" he asks.
Jesse blinks a few times, like something has short-circuited. Then he's reaching for him, one rough hand on Rob's hip and one on his neck. He hauls him in and kisses him, thrusting up into him, almost frantic. Their thighs slap together. Rob groans into his lips and lets him set the pace. They are both so dominant, but Rob wants Jesse so much he's willing to give up and be fucked by him if it means he gets this. He'll set the pace next time.

Jesse knows what he's doing. He adjusts the angle, bending his knees just enough and shifting until he gets the angle that has Rob seeing stars. He gasps and swears, almost falling forward.

Jesse pulls back, "careful," he murmurs, helping Rob lie down. If he's going to do that to him, it's probably best not to stay on top. Wow.

Jesse kisses his way back down across Rob's torso to his cock, still wrapped in the condom from earlier. He licks and sucks at it, eyes intent on Rob before scrambling back up, lifting one of his knees and pressing into him again, thrusting with longer, smoother strokes. Their lips collide in another searing kiss. There's no way either of them will last long.

—

The whole thing is a blur of sweat, saliva and passion. Jesse lets go and just does whatever he thinks will make Rob groan the loudest. Whatever he wants; kissing, sucking, thrusting. Rob feels like magic against him. They're both working hard, out of breath and gasping. Jesse finds purchase, up on his knees, pulling Rob closer and thrusting into him, rough and frantic. Rob gasps as Jesse grips at his cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Rob's torso is glistening in a fine sheen of sweat. Jesse bends down far enough to lick at his side. The skin is warm and firm beneath his tongue.

He loses himself completely. He just wants. It blocks out every other thought and he follows his instincts, fucking Rob into the mattress. He feels his orgasm building. All he can really do is hang on, grip at Rob's hip, his cock, and let it wash over him. He comes with a shout, pressing in and out in several long, hard thrusts. Rob is right there with him, shaking and crying out with his own orgasm. Pure shimmering pleasure lances through him, he feels it everywhere. The rest of the world, time, everything vanishes and it's just this. Jesse and Rob.

Jesse catches himself right before he falls onto the other man, his arms trembling as he gasps.
"Rob," he murmurs, looking over at him. Rob is watching him, also out of breath, his lips red and eyes dark. "That was-" Jesse can't find the words. He just breathes and stares, his arms eventually giving out. He flops down beside his lover and chuckles, pressing his face into the mattress.

He feels Rob's fingers glide over his back. He's boneless, wrung out. He lies there and breathes, the haze of post-orgasm hormones refusing to let him move.
"You okay?" asks Rob, eventually.
Jesse just groans in response.
"I know what you mean," Rob chuckles.
Jesse turns his head and looks over at him. "Is it always that-" Jesse hesitates.
"No," Rob shakes his head, stroking gently over Jesse's cheeks and up into his hair.
"Okay," Jesse says. "It's been like that for me before, but it's rare."
"Me too," murmurs Rob.
His bisexuality quietly confirmed, Jesse reaches for one of Rob's hands and kisses his knuckles, softly. "Thank you," he whispers.
Rob smiles, his eyes bright. "Pleasure."

—

They stay there together, tucked in under the blankets. The trouble with Rob, Jesse is finding, is that when he has a naked Jesse in his bed, he can't keep his hands to himself. One minute Jesse is recounting a story about when he accidentally stole four avocados from The Hague market and the next, he's receiving the most practiced and explosive blow job of his life.  He grips at Rob's hair and tries not to die from it.

"You're trouble," he murmurs, once they've both recovered again.
"Am I?" Rob asks, looking up at the ceiling.
"How am I supposed to ever get another thing done at work, when I have you tempting me?"
"It won't be like this for long," Rob says. "It will settle down to something more manageable. You know how it is."
He does. When Jolein and Jesse first got together, it was the same. They were barely able to keep their hands off one another for months.
"We both have our own lives, careers, partners, this can't be a soul-deep kind of-" Rob gestures between them, "thing."
"But it would be so easy," Jesse says, not daring to look over at Rob's face.
Rob sighs, quietly before hauling him in for a kiss, just a gentle brush of lips against his own. "Right person," he murmurs, "wrong time." He kisses the bridge of Jesse's nose and cards his fingers through his hair.

And just like that, Jesse gets it. They could, but they won't. Like how they voted opposite ways in the chamber, they have their own lives and their own paths. It's all already set in stone. Why rip up their perfectly happy lives when they can already have this as well? Meeting up like this will work, will make them both happy. If he's brutally honest, that's all he can give Rob anyway. Rob has him, body and mind, but Jolein and the boys already have him heart and soul. They will always come first.

"Imagine if we'd met ten years ago," says Jesse. Their lives would have turned out so differently.
Rob laughs. "No," he says. "There was no TikTok ten years ago."