Jimmy couldn’t keep his hands still, groping over Cold’s shoulders and back, his nails digging in when Cold would push hard. He was gasping more often, his head starting to feel light, and he was whimpering, “Fuck, Rod... just like that, just like that... fuck!”
Cold focused in on the angle that had Jimmy writhing and lifted up one of his legs. The higher he went, the louder Jimmy got. Cold finally threw his leg up over his shoulder and smothered a low growl against Jimmy’s chest. “There... fuck, take it, just like that. Just like that!”
Jimmy snapped a hand up to the headboard to brace himself, staring at Cold in shock and amazement, groaning, “Fuck! Yes! That, that, there! Wait, no, no... yes, okay, yes, yes,yes!”
Once Cold had the perfect spot all lined up, he was totally relentless and started pounding into Jimmy’s tight ass. Jimmy’s body swallowed him up completely, clenching down so fucking tightly it almost hurt, and he knew they were both getting close.
The lace of the corset wrapped around him was so new, and the sensation was positively erotic. He could feel his cock trapped between them, pressed against cloth and silk, and Jimmy groaned when Cold purposefully pressed down to give him more friction.
He could see the head of his cock peeking out from his panties and drooling all over the pricey fabric, a single line of clear fluid clinging as it connected skin and lace. He kissed Cold passionately, stretching his other leg over his shoulder and crying out as Cold fucked him mercilessly.
Cold steadied his weight with one arm, his other hand sliding up the boning of the corset and pulling Jimmy’s bra down. He squeezed his nipple until Jimmy squealed, fucking him in time with each cruel little twist.
Jimmy couldn’t stop moaning, his head snapping to the side as he clung to Cold’s shoulders, crying out, “Rod! I’m, I’m, I’m so fucking close!”
Cold snaked his hand back down to grab Jimmy’s dripping cock from underneath his panties, jerking him in the same brutal rhythm as his hips, grunting and sweating, growling, “Yes... Come on... come for me, Jimmy.”
Jimmy’s voice went up several decibels in waves of moans, screaming as he came, thrusting up against Cold’s palm as he busted all over the lace of his corset. He could feel himself blushing a spectacular shade of red, gasping haggardly as his body shook from the intense orgasm.
“Oh, Rod...” Jimmy groaned, continuing to mewl and fuss as Cold kept fucking him. He was quickly approaching overstimulation, and it was hard to breathe.
Cold growled as he came next, his hips slamming into Jimmy as he rode out his own shuddering climax. He panted against Jimmy’s neck, pressing a few breathless kisses there as he groaned, “Well... Merry Christmas to me.”
Jimmy laughed tiredly, dragging his fingers through Cold’s short hair. “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.” He wiggled his hips playfully, teasing, “Well, maybe help me get out of this stuff first and then good night?”
“That I can do,” Cold said with a wink.
Jimmy quickly decided that getting out of the corset was much more fun than getting into it. He had felt so awkward trying to wiggle into it, and he was ready to escape. He smiled as Cold began to work at the laces with expert dexterity and laser focus.
Cold pulled the ribbon out of each grommet, looping it around his long fingers as he went. He was exacting and careful, his icy gaze focused intently on his work.
Jimmy sighed in relief when the last pull freed his ribcage and he could inhale properly, but Cold still wasn’t done with him.
Cold bowed his head, tracing his fingertips delicately along the impressions in Jimmy’s skin left behind from the boning of the corset. He touched every single one, smiling as if somehow deeply pleased by the symmetry of each lovely vertical line.
Jimmy was melting from every attentive touch and let himself savor this intimacy. He drank in every pass of Cold’s hands like sweet nectar, sighing and blushing from such a passionate focus.
Cold peeled the corset away, his lips moving to take the place of his hands and caressing each line of pressure with a soft kiss. He lingered on the collection of tiny circles left behind from the grommets on the lacing, following them down the center of Jimmy’s stomach to his loins.
Jimmy lifted up his hips as Cold took off his underwear and the stockings, returning up his body to unfasten the bra. Cold paused at his chest to trace the lines left behind, admiring all the creases and marks. Jimmy smiled as he watched him, teasing, “I think you’re having more fun unwrapping me than you did playing with me.”
“Nonsense,” Cold chuckled, kissing Jimmy’s lips. “I’m simply enjoying my gift to the fullest.”
“Your gift?”
“Mmhmm,” Cold hummed. “The lingerie on you is a gift to me, one that I’ve been waiting so very patiently for.”
“You must have bribed Santa,” Jimmy teased. “Because I know you should be on the naughty list.”
“Certainly possible,” Cold mused, smirking down at Jimmy and petting his hair. “Tell me, did you have a good Christmas?”
“Yes,” Jimmy replied immediately. “I had an awesome Christmas. Thank you for everything.” He patted his stomach. “Hey, do you think there’s any of that toffee pudding left?”
“Only one way to find out,” Cold whispered heatedly. “Quick shower, raid the kitchen for toffee pudding, and watch another Christmas movie before I wrap you back up again?”
“Absolutely.”
