“No.” Cold held Jimmy’s hip, carefully pulling out the toy and setting it aside to clean up later. He spread Jimmy’s cheeks apart, squeezing the tender one purposely and chuckling when Jimmy wiggled. “Not yet. Not until you’re nice and full, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy wanted to scream, but he held it in, relaxing when Cold pressed his bare cock against his hole. He groaned greedily as Cold pushed inside, the slide slick and easy, taking in every thick inch. He sighed in relief when Cold finally released the cock ring, a fresh rush of blood feeding the burning between his legs.
“There,” Cold soothed, thrusting into Jimmy slow and deep. He held Jimmy’s hips tightly. “Just like that, Mr. Poe... my good boy... my perfect, good boy...”
“Yours,” Jimmy cried, his thighs shaking as he clung to the bed to ground himself. He couldn’t take much more, his entire body wrung out with pleasure and pain. “All yours, forever...”
Pace picking up, Cold growled fiercely, “Are you ready to come for me, Mr. Poe?”
“Yes! Please, please, please!”
“Then fucking come!”
Jimmy didn’t hesitate, reaching down to grab himself with a firm hand. He began to stroke, sobbing as he felt his climax stealing away any rational senses and forcing his breath to catch. “Rod! Oh, God! God!”
Cold’s hand came down with one final crack on Jimmy’s ass.
“Fuck!” Jimmy screamed, his vision whiting out as he came hard and shuddered with pleasure. He could feel the echoes of Cold’s firm hand all the way down in his toes, causing him to whimper weakly.
Cold pulled out to finish, grunting as he spilled all over Jimmy’s well spanked ass. Jimmy could hear the smirk in his voice as Cold teased, “Twelve.”
Jimmy would have laughed, but he was far too busy trying to catch his breath. He was still panting quietly when Cold brought a warm cloth to clean them both up. Once they were wiped down, he got fresh pajamas for both of them.
“You were perfect,” Cold praised as he slid into bed with Jimmy, pulling himself up on his chest to kiss him. “You’re always such a good boy for me, Jimmy.”
Jimmy’s body was still thrumming from the intensity of what they had shared, and the compliment filled him with an incomparable warmth.
Good, yes, he’d been good. He was a good boy, a good person doing his best, and that’s all that mattered. His sins had been absolved, and while he didn’t know how long this would last, he was going to enjoy it.
“Feel better?” Cold asked carefully. “Not too sore?”
“No. I promise. It was... exactly what I needed.” Jimmy snuggled close, sighing happily as Cold petted his hair. “You really do think of everything.”
“Almost,” Cold said, gently brushing Jimmy’s cheek. He seemed to be looking over Jimmy’s healing nose with something sad in his smile. That single word he’d spoken held an entire library of feelings, but the only one Jimmy could readily pick up on was guilt.
Cold still blamed himself for Jimmy’s injuries, and Jimmy kissed him firmly, trying to wash away his lover’s obvious discomfort with a warm swipe of his tongue.
“Jimmy,” Cold murmured, letting their lips linger for several tender moments. His smile was sweeter when they finally parted, teasing, “There is something else I haven’t thought about yet.”
“Does it have anything to do with onions or murder?”
“No,” Cold snorted, reaching for Jimmy’s hand. He caressed the ring on his finger as he explained, “I haven’t thought about a ring.”
“For you?” Jimmy blinked, honestly surprised.
“Would you pick it out for me?” Cold asked quietly.
Maybe it was Jimmy’s imagination, but he sounded almost shy.
“Oh, Rod,” Jimmy gushed, kissing him eagerly. “I would freakin’ love to. Holy crap, yes! Shit, but wait!” His face fell. “What if you don’t like it?”
“Jimmy?” Cold smirked. “Whatever you decide, I’m sure I will love it, and I will wear it proudly for the rest of our lives.”
“The rest of our lives,” Jimmy echoed, sighing contently as Cold pulled him into a tight embrace.
It would be a life filled with danger and excitement, Jimmy knew, but also one filled with passion and love. When he wondered if it was all worth the risk, especially now after having faced those dangers firsthand, only one answer came to mind, immediate and perfectly succinct:
Yes.
