Cold hummed, politely declining, “Not yet.”
“I can’t take it!” Jimmy cried desperately. He reached up to tug at his hair, and he was immediately certain this was what going mad felt like. He was actually going insane.
All of the teasing was delicious torture, but he couldn’t stand another second.
“I need you to fucking touch me, for the love of fucking God!” Jimmy wailed, crying brokenly. “I’m losing my fucking mind! Fuck, please, pretty fucking please! Will you please fucking do something! For fuck’s sake! Now!”
“Why, Mr. Poe,” Cold answered coyly, surprised by Jimmy’s raised voice. “All you had to do was ask.”
Jimmy groaned in frustration, head flopping down, and he whimpered loudly when he felt Cold push his legs apart and kneel between them. He arched his hips up, panting heatedly, eager to finally feel his lover.
Cold’s nimble fingers squeezed Jimmy’s cheeks, and his thumbs slid slowly down his crack. He didn’t yet press in, not even close, massaging the tender skin around his hole.
Jimmy shivered, closing his eyes and focusing on the sensation of Cold’s fingers. His hands were so strong and smooth, pushing against Jimmy’s skin and squeezing his cheeks again.
Cold lowered his head, spreading him wide and kissing his taint, praising, “Mmm, such a pretty little hole you have, Mr. Poe.” He stuck out his tongue, making his way to Jimmy’s ass and up his crack in one long, slow swipe. “So very fucking pretty...”
Jimmy moaned, his toes clenching and unclenching, sighing gratefully, “Oh, yes... oh, my God...” After having been denied for so long, Cold’s touch was heavenly. Every pore of Jimmy’s flesh was ridiculously sensitive and tingling instantly.
He swore he could feel every individual taste bud on Cold’s tongue as it glided back over his hole, the tip of it focusing right in the center of his puckered opening and starting to push in. His entire body turned into putty, and he mewled as Cold’s tongue worked its way deeper still, Cold’s soft lips sucking a passionate kiss around his ass.
Cold’s hands kept rubbing his cheeks, massaging them and keeping them spread as he lavished his hole with all the precise and lush affections that his mouth could possibly provide.
Jimmy cried and gasped, a sudden heat beginning to rage between his legs, stuttering, “S-sir, I’m so close, I’m—!”
“Go on,” Cold grunted, his palm smacking Jimmy’s cheek, fingers digging into the round flesh of his ass. “Come for me, Mr. Poe!”
Jimmy moaned, rubbing his cock against the mattress and choking back a scream as he suddenly spilled his load all over the bed. Cold’s tongue stroked him through it, rubbing his hole, while Cold’s hands kneaded his ass as Jimmy rutted against the mattress.
“Fuuuu-uck!” Jimmy exclaimed when his shaking had eased, laughing giddily from the beautiful rush. He hummed, content, as Cold pulled away with a parting kiss placed on his hip.
“You were exquisite,” Cold sighed, mouthing his way up Jimmy’s back to snuggle up beside him.
“Mmm, thank you,” Jimmy chuckled, stretching out his legs and turning his head for a sweet kiss. He gazed adoringly at Cold. “You were freakin’ amazing.”
“See? A little bit of begging can be quite fulfilling,” Cold said with a smirk.
“That was definitely not a ‘little bit’! Come on!” Jimmy laughed.
“The point was to show you how fulfilling it can be to finally get what you want after being denied.”
“Tortured,” Jimmy corrected with a snicker.
“The thrill of begging is in the anticipation. The buildup, the suspense—”
“Thetorture!”
Cold finally laughed, shaking his head as he reminded, “We have a safe word for a reason.”
“I know,” Jimmy replied, “but you know...” He grinned shyly, confessing, “I really did like it.”
“Then I’ll consider this a very successful lesson. Mmm, would you like a drink before dinner?”
“Eh, depends.”
“On?” Cold blinked.
“Am I gonna have to beg for it?” Jimmy asked cheekily.
