Jimmy began to strip quickly, and his hard cock bounced as he wiggled out of his clothes. He tried to somewhat fold them and place them on the edge of the sofa, standing before Cold with an eager grin.
Cold looked him over lustfully, but made no move to touch him. He offered out his empty glass, asking innocently, “Will you pour me another drink?”
That was not what Jimmy had been expecting, and he pouted as he obediently accepted the glass and padded over to the bar. He could feel Cold’s eyes on him while he poured the whiskey, and he put an extra swing in his hips when he brought it back.
He kneeled down before Cold and handed the glass back to him. “Anything else, sir?”
“No, Mr. Poe,” Cold answered casually. “That’ll be all for right now.”
Jimmy stuck out his lower lip, his shoulders sagging. He teetered back and forth for a few moments, looking up at Cold and nuzzling against his knee.
“Did you want something, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked.
“Yes,” Jimmy said grumpily, insistently pressing his hands over Cold’s thighs.
“And what exactly is on your mind?”
“You,” Jimmy replied anxiously, running his tongue over his top lip as his words became increasingly more passionate. “Ruling over me... using me... telling me what to do... I might not be your slave or your sub but whatever I am? I am fucking yours.”
“And?” Cold asked, his voice strained as he struggled to remain unmoved.
Jimmy pushed himself between Cold’s legs, fingers digging down into his thighs as he demanded haughtily, “So fucking take me!”
“Gladly,” Cold growled, surging forward to connect their lips, his drink forgotten. He pulled Jimmy up into his lap, hands squeezing his ass and under his thighs until he moaned, his nails dragging hard over his smooth flesh.
Jimmy slipped his tongue possessively into Cold’s mouth, kissing him hungrily and falling into the heat that was burning between them. There was nothing else in the world that mattered except being in Cold’s arms, tasting his lips, and feeling his cock grinding against him. The temperature was soaring until Jimmy’s head felt light, and the head of his cock left a wet streak of pre-cum on Cold’s vest.
Cold already had his pants opened, pulling himself out and licking a generous stripe across his palm before taking both his cock and Jimmy’s in hand. He began to rub their lengths together, focusing on the heads, twisting up against one another in a mix of spit and Jimmy’s ample leaking.
Jimmy sucked and kissed Cold’s lips, murmuring pleasurably as the rhythm began to pick up. The warmth of Cold’s cock felt so good against his own, and he whimpered and panted, “God... uh huh... please... fuck, just like that, sir... please...”
“Mmm, getting close, aren’t you?” Cold challenged wickedly, giving them both a hard squeeze.
Whining loudly, Jimmy thrust his hips as he replied, “Yes, sir! So fucking close... but I won’t come yet. Not until you tell me I can. Not until then.”
“Good boy.” Cold nipped at Jimmy’s jaw. He kept them grinding together, perfect and sweet, stroking their cocks in long, rough pulls. He started to speed up, growling, “I’m going to come... but you won’t. Not yet.”
Jimmy whined but nodded, chomping down on his own bottom lip to keep himself grounded. He watched Cold’s hot cum splattering all over his bare chest and oozing down his stomach. “Fuck,” he gasped, his toes curling from the awesome effort of keeping himself from falling over the edge.
Cold relaxed, leaning back and appraising Jimmy’s swollen cock as he said, “Clean yourself up. Every drop. Then I’ll let you come.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy breathed, swiping his hand down over his body to start collecting all of Cold’s cum. He sucked it greedily off of his fingers, groaning, “Fuck, it’s still warm... mmmm...”
“Keep going,” Cold urged, watching Jimmy intently.
Jimmy licked up every splash on his body, even the bits that had dripped onto his own cock. He reached for Cold’s soiled hand, his tongue like a sponge as he cleaned all the mess away. He nuzzled into Cold’s palm and peered hopefully up at him.
“What is it, Mr. Poe?”
“Good, sir?”
“Very good,” Cold assured him, his thumb lightly patting Jimmy’s cheek. “Now, come for me, my gorgeous boy. Come for me now...”
Jimmy eagerly took himself in hand and sank down into the icy depths of Cold’s eyes. Cold was looking at him as if he was something magnificent to behold, and it turned the fire in his loins into a burning inferno.
He moaned as his release captured him, stealing away his senses and burning beautifully as his cock pulsed all over him. He knew to clean up, smiling at Cold’s approving grunts as he watched him lick up his own cum.
Clean and sated, he happily flopped against Cold’s chest. He listened to Cold’s heartbeat slowing down to its normal steady thumping, smiling brightly. Cheeky as always, he took a big breath and teased, “How was that... Master?”
