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Jimmy resisted the urge to bite, and he did his best to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth. His dick throbbed in Cold’s hand, and he longed for more. He wanted Cold to squeeze or pull or do something, and the building anticipation was absolutely torture.

“Suck it, but remember, no biting,” Cold said quietly.

Jimmy hummed his understanding as he closed his lips around the bacon strip, sucking it slowly. The sweet taste of the syrup with the rich salt tasted wonderful, though he would have much preferred having something else in his mouth.

“You’re doing so well,” Cold praised. “You look so pretty sucking on that for me.”

“Mmm.” Jimmy peeked at Cold, and he sucked a little harder, bobbing his head a bit. If Cold wanted him to suck on this piece of bacon like a cock, then that was exactly what he was going to do.

He moaned as Cold gave him a firm stroke, finally, and Jimmy continued to suck and twirl his tongue around the bacon—but then it snapped.

It had been a crunchy piece, and it simply broke, not able to withstand Jimmy’s passionate efforts. He froze, blinking at Cold and waiting for further instructions.

“Go on and eat what’s in your mouth.” Cold took the other piece still in his hand, licked it slowly, and then ate it with a very satisfying crunch.

Jimmy almost forgot what he was doing because he’d been so distracted by Cold’s tongue. He chewed up the bacon, watching as Cold reached for a small glass bottle of syrup. There was still bacon left on both of their plates, though not as much on Jimmy’s since they’d been eating it and Cold’s remained untouched.

Cold released Jimmy’s cock so he could peel his T-shirt over his head. He tossed it aside and then pulled his napkin from his lap to fold it neatly into a blindfold. He stood, leaning over Jimmy to tie it over his eyes. He tugged it gently, testing the fit, and he asked, “How’s that, Mr. Poe?”

“Good, sir.” Jimmy sighed and closed his eyes. He didn’t actually need to, but it felt more comfortable this way. Without his sight, he could focus on Cold’s voice, his touch, and the scent of the delicious food all around them. “It’s good.”

“Thank you, Mr. Poe.” Cold kissed Jimmy’s brow, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips.

Jimmy kissed back with a soft moan, loving how the lingering syrup made the kiss even sweeter. It was easy to get lost here, and he longed to reach up and pull Cold close. But not yet. No, he couldn’t do that yet.

As always, what mattered now was being good.

For the man he loved.

And who loved him in return.

“Hold on,” Cold said, grabbing Jimmy’s waist with both hands.

Jimmy squeaked as he was suddenly hoisted off his seat and up on the counter. He scrambled to brace himself on Cold’s shoulders, panting, “Oh…! Sir.”

“Relax, Mr. Poe,” Cold said. “Remember, I won’t let you fall. Not ever.”

“Not ever,” Jimmy repeated, the words sounding like a promise.

“Lift. Just a little.”

Jimmy could feel Cold’s hands at his hips and he raised himself from the counter so Cold could remove his sweatpants and underwear in one quick pull.

“Hold very still for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Something clicked.

Jimmy shivered as a cool liquid dripped over his chest. As it slowly made its way to his nipple, he realized it was the syrup. The next sensation was Cold’s tongue, hot and firm, lapping it up and then twirling around Jimmy’s nipple until it was hard.

Another dribble on the other side.

Cold’s tongue was right there to claim it, sucking and licking eagerly until that nipple was aching as hard as the first.

Jimmy shuddered and tried not to squirm, but he was certain he had nerves connecting his nipples right to his dick. His balls were tight, his erection still fully hard, and the continued attention from Cold’s tongue was driving him absolutely wild.

But he had to be good.