Baby Fever [Jacob & Edward]

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a/n: oop.

Jacob can feel the shift. He can feel the sudden heaviness of the moment, but he can't bring himself to run away from it this time. Too much had happened. Too many close calls for him to keep pretending like this was all going to end and everything would just go back to normal. The look in Edward's eyes as he makes his way back to the bed told him that was foolish thinking to begin with. He drops the box next to the bed, climbs up and watches as Edward opens up. His arms spread for Jacob to join him, thighs spread so that he could get as close as possible. 

This moment was inevitable and he was just taking his sweet time stumbling to that conclusion. He leans down, brushes his lips up against Edward's and watches as Edward follows him, eyes only leaving his lips to plead with Jacob. 

"Don't..." He hears Edward whisper.

He gives the man what he's craving pressing his lips against Edward's and not being even remotely surprised when it devolves into something filthy.

Jacob can feel Edward's hands tugging at whatever he can get his fingers on. He uses the hair at Jacob's nape like they're puppet strings, tugging Jacob back up from the trail of kisses that he was leaving wherever he could get his lips, to yank him up and shove his tongue into Jacob's mouth. He uses the temporary distraction to shove Edward's too tight pajama pants down around his ankles and push the too loose shirt up under his armpits. His hands roam, study every inch of skin he can get his hands on. 

Edward's soft. In every sense of the word, he's soft. From his lips, to his skin, his hair, to the curve of his ass and the fullness of his thighs. It's a stark contrast from the overly structured haircuts and the too-white lab coats. The quiet moans followed by whiny little whimpers that are filling the space between them are far from the dignified persona the man keeps up in the workplace. Something about the change, the way he stares down at Jacob through mussed hair, eyes slightly unfocused as he loosens his control almost has Jacob forget about their company downstairs. 

"Can you stay quiet for me?" Jacob knows it's not a fair question to ask, but no one who's ever been in this position would fault him for it.

He leans down, taking a nipple in between his teeth and listens to the way Edward sucks in a breath before allowing it to stutter out as Jacob runs the flat of his tongue over the bud. He can feel Edward curl up around him with the effort, the grip on his hair almost anchoring Jacob in place. He peppers a couple of kisses on Edward's jaw, hoping it'll be enough to relax him only to find himself frozen in place at the low hum he hears coming from below him.

It's almost like a croon, but it slowly turns into a constrained whine.

The sound momentarily stops when Edward opens his mouth.

"Can't." 

Jacob lets out a hum of his own before moving over to the other nipple lapping at this one before blowing a little air on the swollen bud. He gets another yank, this time at the crown of his head for his efforts. 

"If you don't let up, I'm gonna be bald." He grunts and watches as Edward's eyes find enough focus to glare down at him.

 Jacob responds by running the blunt edges of his fingernails over Edward's belly and watching him squirm.

"If you don't move on, I'm gonna —" He's cut off by his own moan as Jacob's mouth skips the expanse of his stomach to sink his teeth into the flesh of Edward's thighs. Jacob settles them on his shoulders, curiosity taking him further south. He wants to make this last, make up for lost time and make it as memorable as he possibly can, but his instincts are telling him to take. 

Take what's his.

Nevertheless, he skips over Edward's dick, which is red and angry against his pale belly, to separate his cheeks and get a better view of his fluttering hole.