“In my lap, facing our audience,” Cold instructed, lubing himself up with a smirk. “I want them to watch you fall apart on my cock.”
Jimmy whimpered, his skin heating back up as he got into position. He gasped as Cold pulled out the plug, and his pulse started to climb. Centered like this in the room, everywhere he looked he only saw himself in the mirrors’ reflections.
He was flushed down to his chest, his lean body tense with the knowledge that so many people were seeing him like this. It was embarrassing, but thrilling, his cock already half hard again and twitching against his thigh.
The hot head of Cold’s cock was pressing up against his stretched hole, eliciting a soft moan from his lips. He was shaking, his eyes darting from mirror to mirror, trying to think over all the lessons he and Cold had shared over these last several months.
There was nothing to be ashamed of. The relationship he and Cold had together was special, built on trust and love, and Jimmy wanted nothing more than to always please him. There was a beauty in the joy he got from giving himself over to his lover, submitting to him, and there was no other feeling that could compare to that satisfaction.
Jimmy was beautiful, too; not just his body, but his devoted worship of Cold was uniquely divine. He found himself smiling at his reflection, groaning low as he began to sink down on Cold’s cock. He was relaxed now, panting quietly, determined to show everyone in this room how much he loved this man.
Jimmy rolled his hips, knowing just the way to move to take Cold’s breath away. He rose up and slammed his ass back down, earning himself a sharp gasp and a light smack across his ass. He moaned, spurred on by it, thrusting himself down even harder.
“Beautiful,” Cold whispered, his hands stroking Jimmy’s sides. “So fucking beautiful, so fucking good for me...”
Jimmy beamed at the praise, the lights flickering brightly all around them and blurring his vision. He gave Cold everything that he had, bucking and rolling his ass down, the entire bed shaking from the force of his efforts.
His thighs were on fire, he was sweating and gasping, but he didn’t want to stop. Not yet, not when it felt so fucking good. Not when the lights were flashing like a barrage of falling stars as his soul took off into the heavens, and he was certain this was the height of human pleasure.
Cold could sense Jimmy tiring, suddenly pulling him flush against his chest. A hand grabbed his slender throat, the other spreading over his stomach as he began to slam up into him.
Jimmy screamed, his arms flailing as Cold fucked him so hard, his head flopping back against his shoulder. The silk was so soft and cool against his hot skin, and he leaned into it. All he could do was take the brutal pounding and moan desperately, crying out, “Oh, God! Ffffuck! Fuck! Rod! Ooo-oh! Oh!”
“Just think of it,” Cold growled in his ear, nipping hard. “All of them watching you get fucked, watching you take my fucking cock, every last one of them wishing they were me...”
Jimmy sobbed, Cold fucking him so hard that his cock was wagging between his legs, smacking against his stomach. He was full and sore, screaming with each savage slam, his eyes fluttering from all the brilliant flashes of light.
“Do you like this?” Cold sneered. “Knowing that they’re watching you get fucked? That I’m going to fill up your tight little hole until you’re fucking dripping while they flick their little switches?”
“Yes!” Jimmy pleaded tearfully. “I like it, fuck, I love it so much! I love your cock, I love how you fuuuu-uck me!” His spine curled, his body winding up for release, moaning, “No one else... no one else can...”
“Goddamn right,” Cold growled, biting down on Jimmy’s neck and flipping them face first down onto the bed. He pressed his hands into the small of Jimmy’s back, pinning him in place and slamming his massive cock back inside without missing a beat of his merciless rhythm.
Jimmy gasped, clawing at the sheets and sobbing, “Please, I wanna come again! I wanna come when you fill me up! I want them to seeee! Fuck, please!”
Cold roared, fucking Jimmy impossibly harder and snarling, “Come for me, Mr. Poe... right fucking now! Come for me!”
When Jimmy came, he swore he almost passed out. There was an explosion of lights bursting in front of his eyes, his orgasm snatching away his breath and shaking him down to his bones. It went on and on, the insane tremors tempered when he felt the familiar warmth of Cold’s load pumping deep inside of him.
Cold was out of breath, kissing Jimmy’s shoulder with a sudden tenderness as he gently rocked into him, whispering, “My beautiful boy... you were so good, so fucking mine...”
“Yours,” Jimmy tearfully agreed, grunting as Cold rolled them over onto their sides. He could still feel Cold’s cock buried deep inside of him, his hole hot and sticky, and he snuggled as close as he could.
Cold made no other effort to move, wrapping a possessive arm around Jimmy’s waist. He continued to dot his shoulder with little kisses, raising his head up and saying, “Pineapple.”
“Huh?” Jimmy blinked, still half-drunk from the glow of his spectacular climax.
The lights above the mirrors all went out, and the other illumination in the room dimmed down to almost nothing.
“Ah,” Jimmy noted. “Show’s over?”
“Show never began,” Cold chuckled slyly.
“Mmmm, wait, what?” Jimmy was confused, turning his head to stare at Cold. “What are you talking about? That’s why we came here, isn’t it? I mean... so, that people could watch us?”
“My beautiful boy,” Cold scoffed, kissing his cheek. “As if I would ever share the sight of you succumbing to my will with another soul. Your pain, your pleasure? They’re mine, Jimmy. You are mine... always.”
“There was no one actually watching us?” Jimmy gasped. “But wait! What about the lights! How did you do that?”
