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His left foot trembled against the stool, causing it to wobble. The movement had been entirely involuntary, and Jimmy sobbed quietly. “Oh… Fuck… Sir, please, I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right, Mr. Poe.” Cold gave Jimmy’s cock a squeeze. “You’re trying so hard to be good for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I, I really, really am!” Jimmy groaned as Cold teasingly spanked his cock. It didn’t take much to create a strong feeling as raw as he felt, white-hot and throbbing and desperate for relief.

“You are so beautiful,” Cold whispered, his tone reverent. “I can see how you’re struggling. The way you’re fighting yourself not to give in. Just so you can be so, so very good for me.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whimpered. “That’s all I want. To be good. Ah, so good.”

“And you are, Mr. Poe.” Cold rubbed Jimmy’s cock before letting go. “You’re perfect.”

Perfect.

Yes.

Jimmy smiled.

Cold leaned in to kiss him. “See? Mm, beautiful.”

Jimmy smiled wider. “Thank you, sir.”

“You took your punishment very well.” Cold lightly touched their noses together before pulling away. “I suppose you’ve earned a small reward.”

Something clicked.

Plastic—maybe the bottle of syrup again?

Jimmy twitched as Cold grabbed his leg, the one that was shaking, and lifted it over his shoulder. He knew he was spread obscenely wide, and heat zoomed to his face to think how debauched he must look.

Flushed, exposed, his skin red and blotchy and beaded with sweat.

Something cool dripped over Jimmy’s inner thigh. Cold tilted his leg forward so his hips came off the counter, and more of the something was dribbled right over his hole. It took Jimmy a moment to realize it was the syrup judging by the slow drip.

There was a shuffle, some sort of movement, Cold changing positions so that he had both of Jimmy’s legs over his shoulders. Cold was now kneeling, Jimmy realized, and that meant—oh!

Jimmy shuddered as Cold’s tongue swiped along his thigh to claim the syrup there.

God, it was so good.

Cold licked again and then hummed as if it was the tastiest thing he’d ever had. His tongue slid over to tease around Jimmy’s hole and swirl in the thick syrup. He kept Jimmy’s cheeks spread so he could lick deeper, teasing the tip inside and easing the way with one of his thumbs.

Jimmy gasped and moaned, grabbing the edge of the counter above his head to brace himself. His elbow knocked something over, maybe the bottle of syrup, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the gangster between his legs, tongue-fucking and fingering his hole wide open.

A second finger stretched him farther, and Jimmy’s toes curled. There was a faint ache, but the feeling was familiar now with as active as they’d been. He knew it was only a tease of the real pleasure that was to come, and he panted through Cold adding a third.

There was definitely lube because Cold’s fingers were slick and slid effortlessly in and out, deeper and deeper. Jimmy didn’t know where the lube had come from. He’d thought for a split second that Cold had used the syrup again, but the texture was all wrong. It was definitely a proper lube, and Jimmy decided he wasn’t going to question it.

Did it really matter when Cold was curling his fingers up into his prostate and licking all around his asshole and making him want to scream to the heavens?

Knowing Cold’s love for being prepared, he’d probably carried the damn bottle downstairs with him.

Jimmy could feel pressure building, the tease of climax, but it stopped just as quickly as it had started.

Cold was pulling away now, giving Jimmy’s legs a departing squeeze. He guided Jimmy’s feet back to the stools. “How was that, Mr. Poe? Did you enjoy your reward?”

“Yes, but…” Jimmy swallowed hard.

“But what? Use your words for me.”