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Until now.

“Rod, I’m, I’m gonna come.” Jimmy whimpered, his fingers digging into the edge of the player so hard his knuckles turned white. “Please, please let me come.”

Cold made a wonderful sound at that, somewhere between a purr and a low growl. “Come for me, Jimmy.”

Jimmy went blissfully off the edge and straight into oblivion, and he shook from head to toe as he came. Cold’s cock pounded him through it, and he wept as each slam completely ruined him. The feeling was almost overwhelming, leaving him gasping for breath as tears ran down his face. He cried out as Cold’s hips became erratic, and he moaned as he felt a flash of heat deep within as Cold unloaded inside him.

“Oh… my God.” Jimmy whimpered as Cold’s thrusts slowed to a crawl. When Cold pulled out, Jimmy could feel his come dribble out, and his face flushed with more heat. He loved the new feeling so much.

“Jimmy.” Cold rubbed the head of his cock around Jimmy’s leaking hole. “You are… perfect.”

Jimmy bowed his head against the record player, sighing softly at the compliment. Cold had used his name several times this evening, and it sounded so dirty and wonderful in that suave drawl.

The record had been over for some time now, the only music the duet of their panting breaths. Jimmy moaned, arching his hips as he stretched his back. He was warm and satisfied, and he murmured contentedly as Cold kissed his shoulder.

Jimmy touched his cock, amazed that he was still hard after coming like that. It didn’t even seem like much had come out.

Cold dropped to his knees, spreading Jimmy’s cheeks and greedily swiping his tongue over his asshole. Jimmy’s face blushed so hard it burned. Cold was lapping out every drop of his own come that he could reach, his tongue dipping in and out of Jimmy’s gaping hole. It was so filthy and hot that it made Jimmy groan obscenely loud.

Jimmy was keening and whining as Cold kept going, his cock bobbing hard between his legs. There was still so much pressure, and he was scared his knees would buckle soon. “Please… Fuck.”

“What do you need, Jimmy?” Cold rasped before licking back into him.

“I don’t know.” Jimmy panted and snapped his teeth together. “It’s… It feels so tight, it… it fucking aches.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Cold promised, his fingers pressing back inside and curling perfectly to massage Jimmy’s prostate. He reached his other hand to grab Jimmy’s cock, stroking him lovingly.

“Too much,” Jimmy sobbed, torn between thrusting back on Cold’s fingers inside him or forward into the ones stroking him to sheer oblivion. “Fuck, please… God!”

There.

He was coming again.

Jimmy screamed as the pressure overwhelmed him, Cold’s quick fingers coaxing him through the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. It never seemed to end as his cock pulsed and pulsed long streams of thick come as Cold assaulted his prostate without reprieve until his body quaked.

When Cold released him, he gave Jimmy’s hole one last lick and grunted approvingly. Jimmy didn’t think he could keep standing much longer, thankful when he felt Cold’s strong arms wrap around him. He turned to face him, his head dropping against Cold’s bare chest. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he focused on the nest of scars right in front of him.

Twisted, blotchy, countless.

Fingers trembling, he lightly traced over what may have been a stab wound just above Cold’s right nipple. Wait, except there wasn’t a nipple, not exactly. It was another patch of scar tissue, a thick and dark tear that rippled across his breast.

Cold stiffened like a statue, but he didn’t yet move away from Jimmy. His voice was strained when he spoke. “I need to get dressed.”

Jimmy frowned and peered up at Cold’s handsome face. “You know I don’t care about these.”

“Huh.”

“Yes,” Jimmy said stubbornly. “I’ve told you I think you’re beautiful.”

Oh, that word made Cold tremble. Gently, he pulled away from Jimmy, murmuring, “That’s a matter of perspective.”

“Does that have anything to do with why you won’t kiss me?” Jimmy asked with a small huff.

Cold’s eyes narrowed, his voice a bitter hiss as he snapped, “What I choose to do or not do with my body is no business of yours, Mr. Poe.”

“Wait.” Jimmy cringed, trying to repair the obvious damage he had inflicted. “I’m sorry! I just meant—”

“You have work today,” Cold said shortly. “The police finished their investigation, so the club will reopen tonight. While I don’t expect Dario to be there, you still have rehearsal. I’ll make sure there’s a suitable replacement in the meantime.”