Cold bared his teeth, the gears in his brain almost visibly turning as he processed this new information.
“We should make a move tonight,” Corman said smoothly. “Their return is an obvious insult to your power. We should—”
“We should not act rashly,” Cold hissed. He was clearly furious that Corman would dare suggest such a thing, but he remained calm. In a very stern tone, he commanded, “Do nothing until I say so. Spread the word... No one makes a move. We’ll deal with this in the morning. Keep your eyes open, remain vigilant, but nothing goes down without my permission.”
Valdemar gave a solemn salute, stating proudly, “We will await your orders, oh Cold One.”
“You got it, Boss.” Thirdsies nodded obediently.
Corman snarled, but shrugged, replying cordially, “Whatever you say, Boss.”
Winding his arm possessively around Jimmy’s waist, Cold glared at Corman. How Corman was looking at Jimmy had clearly not escaped his attention. “Damn right it’s whatever I say. Now, all of you. Get out.”
Jimmy sagged in relief, grateful they were all going to be leaving as he leaned his forehead against Cold’s chest.
Cold smirked smugly down at Jimmy. “I have some ivory that needs tickling, after all.”
Jimmy felt his face turned a lovely shade of red as Valdemar and Thirdsies snickered and scattered like ghosts, disappearing as quickly as they’d arrived. Corman lingered, however, gazing over the length of Jimmy’s spine with a dark smile. He and Cold stared each other down for a few tense moments before Corman finally departed.
Once they were alone, Cold gently touched Jimmy’s cheek. He didn’t say anything, but there was a definite hint of concern as he looked him over.
“I’m okay,” Jimmy said softly. “Corman just creeps me out.” He could still feel Cold’s cock hard inside of him, his own erection nearly wilted away. He was wise enough not to try to find out who the Three Stooges were. It was obviously some kind of code name, but he didn’t dare ask.
“So, tickling my ivory?” Jimmy said instead, trying for a playful smile.
Cold actually laughed. It was short and unexpected, breathy and deep, but he had laughed. His eyes were mirthful as he purred, “Amongst other things...”
Jimmy gasped as Cold’s arm squeezed him, guiding his long legs back around his waist. He tilted his head down, nosing along Jimmy’s throat. Jimmy could feel the softest tease of teeth, and his breath stuttered in his throat. Cold’s hands glided over his thighs to his hips, fingers squeezing softly as his cock began to thrust once more. He continued to breathe along Jimmy’s neck, lightly nipping at his ear.
Jimmy was melting all over, his hands struggling to find somewhere to rest. Cold grabbed his arm, lifting it around his neck, leaving Jimmy stunned for a few seconds. He held on tight, their faces only inches away from each other. Leaning back on his other hand to brace himself, he groaned as Cold began to slam into him harder, legs tightening around Cold’s waist and fingers clawing at the back of his head.
A particularly deep thrust made him yelp. He wanted Cold to hit that spot again.
Giving up his hold around Cold’s neck to grab his hip, firm and warm, he gasped as he got another hard slam. Jimmy bit his lip, feeling brave, and slid his hand lower to grab a handful of Cold’s ass.
God, and he had a nice ass—full, round, firm. There was still a thin layer of underwear separating him from feeling flesh, but Jimmy was so grateful he was being granted permission to touch him like this.
Cold pushed forward, his legs smacking against the piano keys as he began to pant, growling deeply. The energy between them was changing, feeling less and less like a punishment and more intimate with every thrust. Jimmy whimpered, his balls throbbing as his orgasm began to approach again. He was desperate, trying like hell to tilt his hips in just the right position to stave off the inevitable. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t concentrate. He knew he couldn’t come yet, and it was torture.
“Fuck!” Jimmy cried, knowing by Cold’s litany of pants and growls that he was getting close too. Jimmy gritted his teeth, his head tipping back and his feet clenching tight. He didn’t know how much longer he could last. He was certain his balls were going to implode if Cold didn’t come soon and stop fucking him like this.
Squeezing Cold’s ass, Jimmy tried to encourage him to finish, but Cold decided to slow down again apparently out of spite. Jimmy wanted to die, his head tipping back with a loud whimper.
Cold smiled, soothing softly, “You want it so badly, don’t you...”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy gasped, sweaty and trembling. “I can’t... I don’t know how... it’s so much, it’s... it’s too much.”
Cold thoughtfully slid his cock in and out of Jimmy’s wet hole, humming as if he was trying to decide what sides to order at dinner. He slowly began to pick up the pace again, murmuring, “Only because you sang so beautifully tonight, I’m going to grant you mercy... you can come now, but never forget. You’re only going to come because I’m giving you permission. You are mine.”
“Yours,” Jimmy whispered, his stomach dropping in relief knowing he could finally ease the burning ache inside him.
Cold grabbed his hair, giving it a hard tug before launching back into a brutal rhythm, fucking him hard as he raced down the finish line. “Mine,” he growled, eyes drilling into Jimmy’s, panting between clenched teeth. “Only mine.”
Grabbing his cock and stroking himself feverishly, Jimmy chanted, “Yes, God, I’m yours, only yours, please, fuck, yours, please, please!”
The pressure in his loins finally broke through and the rush was downright painful, making Jimmy’s head throb as his cock splattered all over his hand and stomach. He screamed, bursting into tears from the wave of sensation. The discomfort was diluted by intense ecstasy, his body lost to waves of pleasure as his cock kept spurting wildly.
Cold finished in a much less dramatic fashion, but seemed no less pleased. He grunted, pressing his nose against Jimmy’s throat. “Good job, Mr. Poe.”
