The next song began, one Jimmy didn’t know, but he picked up the melody quickly. He began to hum along, his breathing hitching as Cold pushed him up against the record player. Cold’s hand traveled south quickly, reaching between their grinding bodies in between Jimmy’s cheeks.
Jimmy’s voice stuttered, breaking off into a symphony of escalating gasps. He rolled his hips against Cold’s hand, keeping rhythm with the music, his nails digging down into his scalp. He was still open and wet from earlier, his singing lost to whimpering moans as Cold pressed deeper inside of him.
The song rolled onto the next and for a few seconds there was no sound but Jimmy’s cries, the wet thrust of Cold’s fingers, and the dull scratch of the record. Jimmy was on the tipping point of madness, smothering kisses against Cold’s ear and neck, breathing, “God... please... don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Cold grunted, his fingers turning and spreading Jimmy until he cried out, grinding against him in time with the tantalizing bass.
“Jimmy,” Cold murmured low, rubbing the head of his bare cock against Jimmy’s hole, “I want to come in you...”
Gurgling dumbly, Jimmy was surprised and instantly sobbing just from the thought. He had never let anyone do that, but Cold... God, yes. He wanted Cold to make him his.
But...
“Only if you’re mine,” Jimmy said.
“What?” Cold seemed startled by the statement.
“Only if you’re mine,” Jimmy stubbornly repeated. “Only if... I’m the only one.”
“Jimmy,” Cold sighed, his tone aching with emotion. He knew exactly what Jimmy was asking for.
“I’m already yours,” Jimmy pleaded. “Please. Be mine?”
“Only you,” Cold said, nuzzling Jimmy’s shoulder with his lips, pressing a soft kiss against his skin. “I can’t be yours, but you’re the only one.”
Jimmy shuddered at the sweet kiss. “Okay.”
A small groan rumbled in Cold’s throat as he started to press his thick cock inside Jimmy. He was slow, each thrust moving with the music as he worked himself in. Once he was fully sheathed, he draped himself over Jimmy’s body, kissing his shoulder again.
Jimmy was a mess of sensation, whining as Cold’s cock filled him so perfectly. It felt so much better without the condom, slick and hot, his mind already running away like mad that he had agreed to let Cold do this.
He wanted it so much, his thoughts consumed with Cold coming inside him now. The warmth of his naked body against Jimmy’s back was incredible, and that feeling alone was enough to leave him wrecked. Even though he couldn’t see him, he could feel a strong chest and firm stomach. He ached to touch, but kept his hands firmly planted on the record player. Jimmy didn’t want to do anything to ruin this.
The music played on, their bodies swaying together as if they were dancing. Cold would thrust deep, as deep as he could until Jimmy moaned and gasped, retreating until he nearly slipped out before pushing back inside again. Jimmy was absolutely lost to it, the passion intensifying as Cold kissed his neck again, lightly sucking at his skin.
Jimmy’s head tipped back against Cold’s shoulder, letting him have free reign of his throat. Cold growled at the invitation, but never bit, never gnashed his teeth. He kept kissing and panting, prompting Jimmy to whisper desperately, “Please, God, I want to kiss you.”
Cold hesitated, his hips starting to slam forward harder as if to work off his obvious frustration. His hands pushed Jimmy’s shirt up, fingers clinging to his sides before wrapping tight around him. He didn’t know what Cold was trying to convey, but it felt desperate, broken.
Jimmy could feel Cold’s bare skin against his own, hot and damp with sweat, but no kiss ever came. He moaned, mourning the rejection but loving how Cold fucked him.
No, this wasn’t fucking. They’d never had sex like this. This was something beautiful, something Jimmy had never felt before, an experience he didn’t dare put words to yet.
He gasped when Cold shifted their bodies, his cock starting to zero in on Jimmy’s prostate. It was intense, enough to make his toes curl into the rug. He focused on the feeling, his hands still clutching the edge of the record player.
His moans started to stutter, his whole body tensing up. The pressure inside him was seconds from exploding, and he realized with a groan that he was going to come completely untouched. He had certainly heard about it, read dirty message boards where people shared their experiences, but he had never had it happen.
Until now.
“Rod, I’m, I’m gonna come,” Jimmy whimpered, his fingers digging into the edge of the player so hard his knuckles turned white. “Please, please let me come.”
Cold made a wonderful sound at that, somewhere between a purr and a low growl, demanding, “Come for me, Jimmy.”
Jimmy went blissfully off the edge and straight into oblivion, shaking from head to toe as he came. Cold’s cock pounded him through it, and he wept as each slam completely ruined him. The feeling was almost overwhelming, making his eyes water and leaving him gasping for breath. He cried out as Cold’s hips became erratic, moaning quietly as he felt a flash of heat deep within as Cold unloaded inside him.
“Oh... my God,” Jimmy gasped, whimpering as Cold’s thrusts slowed to a crawl. When Cold pulled out, Jimmy could feel his cum dribble out, and his face flushed with more heat, loving the new feeling so much.
“Oh, Jimmy,” Cold sighed, rubbing the head of his cock against his leaking hole. “You are... perfect.”
