Cold was thoughtful, finishing his drink before replying, “Are you my slave, Jimmy?”
“Uhm, w-well,” Jimmy stammered shyly. “I mean, I really like doing what you say...”
“Do you want to be?”
“Yes? No... I don’t know. The more I think about it, I think I already am.”
“Are you sure about that?” The television was forgotten now, Cold’s icy eyes only looking at Jimmy.
“We have a freakin’ safe word,” Jimmy laughed with a little smile. “What we have isn’t exactly normal.”
“Which part? The part where we’re both men? The part where I’m so much older than you?” Cold asked coyly, seemingly amused by the conversation. “Or is it the part where I tell you what to do and you ‘really like’ doing it?”
“That part.”
“You desire purpose,” Cold said with a shrug. “You always have. I could see that in you from the very moment we met. You want someone to take control.”
“And you?”
“I am the one to take that control. I leave nothing in my life to chance. When I am intimate with someone, I only allow it because I’m the one in charge. Nothing happens without my explicit permission.”
“Permission,” Jimmy repeated, as if there was a secret within that word he could somehow unlock.
“Yes,” Cold affirmed.
“Are you sure I’m not your slave?”
“The permission works both ways,” Cold replied. “You give me the control freely. You want to give it to me. And you can always refuse me if you so choose. So, no, you’re not my slave.”
“But you do tell me what to wear,” Jimmy pointed out.
“No, I purchase nice clothing for you so you don’t look like a transient,” Cold scoffed. “You could wear your own rags if you prefer.”
“You tell me what to eat.”
“I prevent you from eating fried garbage that’s loaded with high fructose corn syrup. It’s for the sake of your health. Again, you could always tell me no.”
Wagging his brows, Jimmy coyly said, “You tell me when I can come...”
A wave of lust rippled over Cold’s face, smirking darkly as he agreed. “Yes... because you do need my permission for that.”
“And you tell me what to do with my body,” Jimmy went on. “What to do with your body... sort of sounds like a slave to me.”
“If you are, it’s only because you want to be,” Cold said, his fingers tightening in Jimmy’s hair, “but I don’t want a slave. What I desire is a partner who wants me to rule over them... willingly.”
“I do want you to,” Jimmy said eagerly. “You have my permission to always rule over me. I want you to teach me everything.”
“And so I shall,” Cold said quietly, affectionately nudging Jimmy’s chin.
“So,” Jimmy wondered out loud, “does this mean we’re more of a submissive and dominant kind of couple?”
Cold snorted, sliding his hand down Jimmy’s stomach as he mused, “So eager for labels, are we?”
“Maybe,” Jimmy said, his breath hitching as Cold’s fingers moved over his crotch.
“All you need to know is that you’re mine,” Cold said softly. “For as long as you want to be. I will have no one else as I have you; you’re the only one who will share my bed, my home.”
“And your heart?” Jimmy asked breathily, his eyes hot and stinging as he gazed over Cold’s beautiful face. He remembered when Cold had offered it to him, and asked again, “Your heart is still mine?”
“Yes,” Cold replied, the ends of his mouth curling up in a tender smile.
Jimmy was getting hard and rolled his hips up into Cold’s hand.
“No one else in this whole wretched world can lay claim to any part of me except you, Jimmy Poe.”
“I’ll fucking take it,” Jimmy said passionately, pushing himself up into Cold’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck. He moaned when Cold kissed him hard, growling against his lips, their teeth clicking.
“Take off your clothes for me,” Cold drawled seductively as he brought the kiss to an abrupt stop, smugly adding, “Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy began to strip quickly, and his hard cock bounced as he wiggled out of his clothes. He tried to somewhat fold them and place them on the edge of the sofa, standing before Cold with an eager grin.
Cold looked him over lustfully, but made no move to touch him. He offered out his empty glass, asking innocently, “Will you pour me another drink?”
That was not what Jimmy had been expecting, and he pouted as he obediently accepted the glass and padded over to the bar. He could feel Cold’s eyes on him while he poured the whiskey, and he put an extra swing in his hips when he brought it back.
He kneeled down before Cold and handed the glass back to him. “Anything else, sir?”
“No, Mr. Poe,” Cold answered casually. “That’ll be all for right now.”
Jimmy stuck out his lower lip, his shoulders sagging. He teetered back and forth for a few moments, looking up at Cold and nuzzling against his knee.
“Did you want something, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked.
“Yes,” Jimmy said grumpily, insistently pressing his hands over Cold’s thighs.
“And what exactly is on your mind?”
“You,” Jimmy replied anxiously, running his tongue over his top lip as his words became increasingly more passionate. “Ruling over me... using me... telling me what to do... I might not be your slave or your sub but whatever I am? I am fucking yours.”
“And?” Cold asked, his voice strained as he struggled to remain unmoved.
Jimmy pushed himself between Cold’s legs, fingers digging down into his thighs as he demanded haughtily, “So fucking take me!”
“Gladly,” Cold growled, surging forward to connect their lips, his drink forgotten. He pulled Jimmy up into his lap, hands squeezing his ass and under his thighs until he moaned, his nails dragging hard over his smooth flesh.
Jimmy slipped his tongue possessively into Cold’s mouth, kissing him hungrily and falling into the heat that was burning between them. There was nothing else in the world that mattered except being in Cold’s arms, tasting his lips, and feeling his cock grinding against him. The temperature was soaring until Jimmy’s head felt light, and the head of his cock left a wet streak of pre-cum on Cold’s vest.
Cold already had his pants opened, pulling himself out and licking a generous stripe across his palm before taking both his cock and Jimmy’s in hand. He began to rub their lengths together, focusing on the heads, twisting up against one another in a mix of spit and Jimmy’s ample leaking.
Jimmy sucked and kissed Cold’s lips, murmuring pleasurably as the rhythm began to pick up. The warmth of Cold’s cock felt so good against his own, and he whimpered and panted, “God... uh huh... please... fuck, just like that, sir... please...”
“Mmm, getting close, aren’t you?” Cold challenged wickedly, giving them both a hard squeeze.
Whining loudly, Jimmy thrust his hips as he replied, “Yes, sir! So fucking close... but I won’t come yet. Not until you tell me I can. Not until then.”