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Jimmy tried to slam his hips down again, tried to chase that sweet ache, but Cold stopped him. He squeezed Jimmy’s neck until he gasped, pulling him backward. Jimmy had no choice but to collapse against his chest and cried out as Cold’s other hand snaked around his body to lightly stroke his cock.

“I told you to be easy,” Cold warned, his hand at Jimmy’s neck pressing down so hard that it made him grunt.

“I want you,” Jimmy begged, broken and frantic “I want your come, sir.”

“Be good for me and you’ll have it,” Cold assured him, drawing his knees in and bracing his feet against the sheets, while lifting Jimmy up to lovingly thrust into him.

Jimmy went limp in Cold’s arms, his legs like noodles as they stretched out, and he spread them as wide as he could. Leaning his head back, he pressed his mouth against Cold’s in a breathless kiss. “I love you. Fuck, I love you so much.”

Any efforts to maintain a patient rhythm fell away at those sweet words, Cold kissing Jimmy with a frenzied passion, fucking him hard and fast. He growled and cradled the back of Jimmy’s head as he pushed his tongue deep into his mouth.

Jimmy squealed, his screaming muffled as Cold pounded into him, barely able to keep their lips together for needing air. “Oh God, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his fingers clawing at the fabric of Cold’s shirt, toes tightening up as he squirmed. “Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

Cold squeezed Jimmy’s cock, stroking him to match the rapid rhythm. “Gonna fill you up, Mr. Poe. Would you like that?”

“God, please,” Jimmy begged, feeling his body swimming toward the sweet edge of oblivion. He wanted to leap so badly, crying, “Please, please, can I come with you?”

“Yes,” Cold hissed between tight teeth, his furious pace faltering as he groaned. “Come, Jimmy. Come with me.”

Jimmy couldn’t hold back, too weak, orgasming the moment those words left Cold’s lips. His eyes closed, and he screamed as his cock shot all over his stomach and thighs.

Cold’s cock slammed harder with Jimmy clamping down on him. He growled low as he found his own end there, holding Jimmy close, and his fingers dragged across Jimmy’s skin as he spilled inside of him and jerked his head around for a messy kiss.

Letting Cold handle him however he wanted, Jimmy mewled as his orgasmic joy was at risk of turning into overstimulated discomfort. He moaned in relief when Cold’s hips went still. “Fuck…”

Cold took a long and deep breath before going in for another passionate kiss, running his hands adoringly over Jimmy’s entire body. “Exquisite,” he whispered as he untied the ropes.

Jimmy was exhausted, sweaty, and completely satisfied.

And sore.

Very sore.

He shuddered as Cold pulled the ropes off, groaning as he was laid down and missing that thick cock inside of him already. He pouted but couldn’t keep from smiling when Cold cleaned him up.

Gently massaging his hands to make sure they were getting proper blood flow, Cold kissed Jimmy’s wrists where the ropes had left faint pressure marks. He kissed each of his palms as well once he was satisfied, and then he bowed his head to lick Jimmy’s stomach clean.

Jimmy watched Cold lap up every drop and whimpered when Cold ducked between his legs to get a taste of himself. He was a perfect and happy puddle, and he smiled as Cold went off to get a damp cloth to make sure he was cleaned up properly. “Mmph, that was… amazing.”

“Good?” Cold smiled as he washed Jimmy’s lean body.

“Oh, so good.”

Cold took care of the last of the mess, then stepped back into the bathroom. He remained fully nude when he returned to join Jimmy in bed, and Jimmy unconsciously licked his lips.

Jimmy waited for Cold to get comfortable before pouncing. He burrowed against Cold’s side and grinned as Cold curled his arm around his shoulders. Resting his hand on Cold’s chest, he toyed with the hair there before gliding up along his collarbone.

Cold’s eyes closed, and he allowed Jimmy to explore, pulling the blankets up around them as he got ready for sleep. He looked peaceful, and a small smile faintly played across his lips.

“You know what?” Jimmy peered at Cold’s gorgeous face.

“What?”

“I’m really glad you didn’t let Jules burn me.”

Cold barked out a laugh. “You know I wouldn’t have let him burn you. Much.”

“Much, he says.” Jimmy snorted.