"Jacob," he doesn't think he's ever said someone's name so much in - Hells, as long as he can remember. But he knows he likes to hear it, that it has an effect on him, and he can't help but revel in that small measure of power.

His cock throbs in his hand, the tip already wet, and each jolt of his hips into Jacob's fist just pushes him down harder into his thrusts.

"Are you close? I want to feel you," he murmurs, low and filthy. "I want to remember this for days-"