The sharp crack of Cold’s hand across his ass reverted his gaze back to the mirror, Jimmy gasping as he was pressed flat against the mattress. He cried out when Cold’s strong fingers wove through his hair and jerked his head up.
“Look,” Cold commanded firmly.
Jimmy stared dumbly at himself, blushing and confused, his expression uncertain. He wiggled, gasping as Cold rolled his hips, pushing his cock all the way in. Jimmy still didn’t understand, and he asked helplessly, “What?”
“Look at how beautiful you are,” Cold said earnestly, kissing Jimmy’s cheek.
The sincerity and passion in Cold’s voice made Jimmy shiver and then moan.
“Let me show you,” Cold urged, his hips moving again, thrusting deep. “Let me show you how fucking beautiful you are to me.”
Moaning again, Jimmy spread his legs to open himself up to the intense angle. His eyes fluttered back at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were blotchy and dark, hair damp with sweat, but he realized that he was smiling.
Cold wrapped his arm around Jimmy’s shoulders, still hanging onto his hair. His grip was gentler now, and he nuzzled against his temple as he grinded down into him. “Look,” he breathed. “My gorgeous boy.”
Jimmy groaned, the sound passing over his lips without restraint. He dared to meet Cold’s eye in the mirror for a brief glimpse, and he was completely stunned by the devotion and heat burning in his gaze. He looked back at himself as he realized all of that passion was for him and only him.
Yes, Jimmy looked young, but he was happy, full of life and energy. He was an erotic nymph, completely lost in Cold’s divine embrace and the relentless pounding of his cock. Flushed and crying out with every slam, Jimmy finally understood what Cold was trying to show him.
He had never felt so beautiful.
“Fuck,” Jimmy sighed. “Yes...” His teeth dug down into his lip, and he groaned as he stared dreamily at the gorgeous sight of himself enslaved by Cold’s thrusting pelvis. “Yes, I see... fuck, I see now.”
Cold sighed, his breath hot and heavy in Jimmy’s ear, whispering, “You look so fucking pretty taking my cock...”
“God, yes, I fucking do,” Jimmy panted, his jaw slack even as his mouth curled into a grin. He was really starting to get into it now, and he couldn’t look away. He turned his head to get a better angle of his face, watching a bead of sweat drip slowly down his neck.
He could see the way the flesh of his ass cheeks bounced when Cold thrust into him, a quick ripple of skin from the force of his pounding. It was more thrilling than any pornographic video he had ever seen, and there was a secret part of him that wished he could record this.
Cold grunted, squeezing Jimmy close as the tempo of his hips became frantic, growling, “Grab your cock and watch yourself come, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy whined, snaking his hand down beneath himself to latch onto his dick as instructed. He started to tense, his brows furrowing up as he tried to focus in on that fleeting stream of pleasure. It flowed all through his body, from his toes to the back of his throat as he groaned, quick strokes creating an eruption of pleasure as he climaxed.
He screamed passionately as Cold’s furious slams carried him through it, his eyes wide at the vision of his face in the mirror. His lips were soft and wet, his lashes fluttering as his cock spilled all over his hand, and he was completely mesmerized.
Jimmy looked exhausted, sweaty, and absolutely bursting from his awesome orgasm. He was smiling from ear to ear, groaning again as Cold finished inside of him. Their bodies rutted together as the last few tremors of precious bliss washed over them both.
“Mmmm, Jimmy,” Cold sighed, husky and breathless. “Damn.”
Jimmy’s head flopped against the sheets, his heart thumping so hard he swore it was making his ribs vibrate. “Mmmmph...”
Cold leaned down to kiss his damp cheek and chuckled to himself. He pulled out with a soft grunt, nudging Jimmy’s hip. “Turn around. Up on your knees so you can see your ass in the mirror.”
“Oh, God,” Jimmy whimpered, realizing what Cold was going to show him.
“Oh, yes.”
Jimmy got up, leaning into Cold’s strong embrace to steady himself. He turned his back to the mirror and bent over, arching up his hips and looking over his shoulder at his reflection.
Cold’s hands slid down to spread Jimmy’s cheeks, humming appreciatively when they could both see his gaping hole. He slid a finger down over it and traced the stretched ring of muscle with a ravenous moan. “Look at you, Jimmy. So open, so wet for me...”
Jimmy clenched without meaning to, and he gasped when he saw a trickle of cum drip out of his hole. He could feel it running down his thigh, and he shivered. He couldn’t believe how open he was, fucked so loose that he was absolutely leaking. He buried his face against Cold’s broad shoulder, and he moaned as Cold’s long fingers continued to play in his ass.
Cold slid his thumbs in, gently stretching him back open and sliding around in his own cum.
“Fuck, I can feel it.” Jimmy rocked back on Cold’s probing fingers.
“Look,” Cold urged, kissing Jimmy’s hair and nudging at his cheek. “Look at how beautiful you are.”
