Sexy Saturday 11/09/2019

Hey kits and kittens! I hope everyone is having a super awesome Sexy Saturday! Today is another one from my Kinktober vault with Jimmy and Cold. It’s definitely extra kinky and dirty so please read the warnings before you read!!! Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: NSFW/feet/foot play/dirty talk/toys


“Kneel, Mr. Poe,” Cold’s voice commanded, his tone as firm as the leather bindings holding Jimmy’s wrists together.

Jimmy couldn’t see, his eyes covered with a silk scarf, shakily getting down to his knees. His ass was aching from being paddled, his hole stretched wide with a thick plug, groaning as the change in position forced the toy inside of him to shift awkwardly.

“On the floor,” Cold continued. “All the way down.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined, panting softly as he struggled to obey without falling flat on his face since his hands were tied behind his back. He lowered his head first, willing the rest of his body to follow. The plug twisted and made him groan, stretching out on his stomach.

“Good boy,” Cold said softly, slowly walking towards him.

Jimmy listened, detecting Cold’s steps approaching close, licking his lips anxiously. The last few days of lessons had been wonderful and fun, and today’s session was particularly intense. He had been embarrassed to even ask for it, but Cold wouldn’t leave him alone until he told him exactly what he wanted to do.

Cold’s bare foot slid up between Jimmy’s legs, warm and soft, taking his time as always.

Jimmy moaned without meaning to, his fingers grabbing at the air. He moaned again when Cold pressed his foot against his ass, nudging the plug and making him squirm.

“You filthy little boy,” Cold purred wickedly. “You’re probably leaking all over the floor, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied honestly, knowing that lying wouldn’t do him any good. He groaned sharply when Cold’s foot pressed harder, the plug pushing in deeper and making him ache. His cock was painfully hard, rutting down into the carpet to find temporary relief.

“Humping like the floor like a dog,” Cold snorted, his foot rocking in time with Jimmy’s hips. “Do you like this that much? Treating you like the dirty little whore that you are?”

“Yes, sir!” Jimmy cried, curling his hands into tight fists. He was unbelievably turned on, each disgusting word sending flashes of lightning straight down to his balls. He whimpered, full of need and want, groaning in frustration when Cold pulled his foot away.

Cold’s steps moved around to Jimmy’s head, his voice tearing right into Jimmy’s soul as he drawled, “My pretty little whore… down on the floor where you belong. Open your mouth, Mr. Poe. My foot is positively filthy from touching you.”

Jimmy grinned, eagerly opening up and groaning when the tips of Cold’s toes touched his lips. He stuck out his tongue, licking softly at first, trying to get a feel for the new interaction. Cold’s foot was clean, warm, smelled of soap from the shower he’d taken before they’d begun.

Even though he knew that the flesh in his mouth was pristine, he had the strangest wave of revulsion washing over him. This felt dirty, wrong, even disgusting; and the forbidden taste of such an unusual part of his lover’s body made his loins burn with passion. The act itself was so taboo, and Jimmy couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it immensely.

He felt more confident, lapping over each toe and in between, enjoying the taste of skin and the aroma of Cold’s body wash. Braver still, he sucked Cold’s big toe right into his mouth and shuddered at the low moan he heard from above him. He ran his tongue all around it, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, groaning lewdly.

“Yes,” Cold hissed. “You filthy little slut… get all of your grime off of me.”

Jimmy whined, rubbing his dick against the floor, mouthing along the side of Cold’s foot as he gasped, “Fuck… please, sir… I need to… can I…?”

“Use your words,” Cold said firmly. “What do you need, Mr. Poe?”

“I need to touch your foot,” Jimmy pleaded, his ears burning hot. “Please, sir…”

“You may,” Cold replied, warning, “but remember that any mess you make, you must clean up. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said eagerly, sighing in relief as he felt the leather around his wrists loosen and pull away. He stretched out his arms, getting up on his knees. He crawled forward, grunting as the plug moved inside of his ass, reaching out and feeling for Cold in front of him.

Cold had moved to sit on the edge of their bed, allowing Jimmy to grab his leg as he reminded him, “The blindfold will stay on, Mr. Poe.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy nodded, his fingers exploring over the bare skin of Cold’s calf, caressing down his ankle to his foot. He took hold of it and sat back on his heels, massaging his thumbs into his arch, squeezing lightly.

Cold murmured something soft, no real words, only an indistinct sound of contentment. He pressed his heel down against Jimmy’s balls, applying enough pressure to make him gasp.

Jimmy kept rubbing, grabbing his cock and stroking himself against the side of Cold’s foot. He could feel that he was wet, the head of his dick sliding easily against his toes, groaning loudly.

“Remember,” Cold said breathlessly. “Whatever mess you make… you will clean up.”

Jimmy whined, gasping sharply as Cold’s heel dug in harder, stroking himself even faster. He bumped the head of his cock over each toe, wedging himself in the crook of Cold’s big toe and grinding into it. He couldn’t get enough friction, panting, “Can I please come?”

“Yes,” Cold hissed, flexing his foot down and spreading his toes wide.

Jimmy couldn’t hold back the litany of moans and cries escaping him now. Knowing he would have to lick every drop of his load from Cold’s foot made him shiver all over, fueled by a volume of desire that nearly frightened him in its intensity.

He was struggling to breathe, his hips and thighs twitching as his fingers blurred along his shaft, sobbing as he climaxed. His head fell back with a happy cry, his eyes rolling back beneath the scarf, moaning, “God… yes!”

Cold waited for Jimmy’s soul to come back to his body, drawling, “Time for you to clean up your mess, my little slut. Take off your blindfold so you can see what a fucking mess you made.”

Jimmy took a deep breath, sighing as he pulled down the scarf from his eyes, gazing hungrily at Cold’s soiled flesh. Yes, it was a mess; he wanted to fix it. He wanted to be a good boy and clean it all up.

He bowed his head, his tongue sweeping broad strokes across the top of Cold’s foot to take on the bulk of his expelled load. He swallowed it down, quickly sucking every drop between his toes and a splatter he found high up on Cold’s ankle.

Jimmy was so desperate that he barely tasted any of it, licking and slurping it all up as if he was dying of thirst. He whimpered when he felt Cold’s hand on his head, his long fingers lovingly stroking through his hair.

“My good boy,” Cold praised. “Look at you… you haven’t missed a single drop. Such a good little slut for me.”

Jimmy whimpered, the words shaking his little body down to the marrow. He leaned up into Cold’s palm, licking his lips and sighing, “Yours, sir… all yours.”

Cold was smiling, reaching down and pulling Jimmy up into his arms for a sweet kiss. He kept petting his hair, stroking his back as he asked, “Did you enjoy that, Jimmy?”

“Yes,” Jimmy replied with a tired smile, snuggling into Cold’s lap and closing his eyes. He fussed as Cold smoothly removed the plug, rubbing his hand down between his legs to soothe his sore hole. “Probably much more than I should have…”

“Why do you say that?” Cold asked calmly.

“Because, well, it’s sort of weird,” Jimmy replied, smiling shyly. “I guess it’s embarrassing that I liked it so much. Like, I would never ever tell anyone.”

“There is no shame in how we decide to find pleasure together,” Cold said with a snort. “Anyone else’s opinion is completely irrelevant. It’s not any one’s business to be perfectly honest.”

“You don’t think it’s… strange?”

“I only care about what you think, Jimmy,” Cold chuckled warmly. “And as long as you enjoy it, I will do whatever you want. Provided that it’s sane, consensual, and will not cause any lasting harm, you have but to ask.”

“Yeah?” Jimmy beamed happily, nuzzling under Cold’s chin. “So, if I wanted to give you a pedicure and then jerk off…”

“Absolutely,” Cold replied without hesitation, “but you’d better be ready.”

“For what?”

Cold grinned, winking slyly as he said, “To clean up your mess, of course.”

“Oh!” Jimmy laughed. “Yes, sir!”

Sexy Saturday 11/02/2019

Hello kits and kittens! Today’s Sexy Saturday is another one from my Kinktober Vault because I am very much out of town and yeaaaah didn’t have time to come up with anything else! XD I still hope that you guys enjoy it! Heed the warnings – might not be your cup of come!

(I think I’m funny)

Warnings: NSFW/come play/come eating


“Don’t ask,” was all Cold said when he came home late covered in blood and fresh bruises, clearly not in a pleasant mood.

Jimmy didn’t press, only kissed him softly and stripped away his bloody clothes. His hands gently moved over Cold’s battered body, checking every inch of him to make sure he was really all right. He sometimes forgot how dangerous Cold’s job was ruling over the city’s criminal underground.

Jimmy ran a hot bath to soothe all of the tension he felt lingering in his lover’s muscles. He was not surprised when Cold grabbed a glass and bottle of whiskey to bring in with him.

Cold eased himself down in the tub, groaning softly. He poured himself a drink, sipping slowly and beckoning for Jimmy to join him.

Jimmy undressed and stepped into the tub, grinning as Cold tugged him right into his lap. When they kissed, Cold tasted warm and spicy like the whiskey, humming softly.

Jimmy kissed him deeply, straddling Cold’s hips and running his hands over his chest. He paused when Cold flinched, looking down to inspect a jagged cut that was crudely stitched.

“New scar?” Jimmy said softly.

“Mmm. Knife. Disagreement over… product,” Cold replied dryly, taking another sip of whiskey.

Jimmy frowned, asking earnestly, “What the hell happened, Rod? Who, who freakin’ sewed you up?”

“Jules,” Cold said, lightly tracing his fingers along Jimmy’s collarbone. “How were your classes today?”

“You’re changing the subject.”

“And I told you not to ask about my evening,” Cold countered.

Jimmy pouted, nodding, “Fine… and my classes were okay.”

“Any interesting extracurricular lessons today?” Cold teased softly, drawing lines between the soft little moles that dotted Jimmy’s skin.

“Well,” Jimmy chuckled, his face warming up quickly, “I did some reading about food play today. I guess it’s kind of lame compared to the other stuff… whipped cream and all that isn’t as hot as latex and sounding.”

“On the contrary,” Cold purred with a wicked spark in his eye. “Food play can be quite erotic.”


Cold smiled playfully, tipping the bottle of whiskey over Jimmy’s shoulder and spilling it down his arm. He lunged forward, his hot tongue dragging across Jimmy’s skin and slurping it up.

Jimmy melted immediately, groaning happily. The whiskey tingled wonderfully while Cold’s tongue was slick and soft, goosebumps prickling all over his body as he shivered.

Another splash and Cold was sucking whiskey off Jimmy’s nipple, absolutely ravenous and drinking up every drop he could reach. The burn of the alcohol and intense suction made the sensitive tissue contract immediately, Jimmy moaning loudly with pleasure.

Cold poured more, letting the alcohol linger and lightly blowing on it.

There had to be some magical wire running from his nipples down to his cock because Jimmy was achingly hard in seconds, grabbing at Cold’s shoulders and his head falling back as he whimpered. It was scalding and cool all at once, amazed by the incredible sensation. He pushed himself as close as he could, grinding down in search of friction.

Cold took a big swig from his glass, but didn’t swallow, pulling Jimmy in for a passionate kiss. As he licked his way into Jimmy’s mouth, the whiskey splashed inside.

Jimmy gasped as he swallowed, the whiskey burning the whole way down and some spilling out from between their lips. He was flooded with warmth, sighing heavily as Cold toyed with his nipples.

“Good so far?” Cold drawled, giving his nipple a playful twist.

“Good,” Jimmy squeaked, lashes fluttering. “I never even thought about using booze with food play… mmmph.”

“Inspiration came to me,” Cold said with a smug smirk. “Just hopped right into my brain.”

“Like a little bunny?” Jimmy laughed breathlessly, grinning wide.

“Mmm. With very big teeth… I find that there’s something very primal about providing sustenance for your partner this way,” Cold mused. “No utensils, no plates, only each other’s bodies… It’s far beyond the normal intimacy of sharing a meal together.”

“Like cavemen taking down a wooly mammoth and then banging kind of thing?” Jimmy laughed, grabbing the glass to steal another sip and grimacing at the burn.

“Something like that,” Cold chuckled. “I was thinking more along the lines of leopards. When they mate, they sometimes hunt for each other in between multiple bouts of copulation. They can mate every fifteen minutes for up to seven days. A full week of nothing but providing sustenance for each other and rampant fucking.”

“Mmm, how National Geographic of you,” Jimmy giggled, rolling his ass down with a grin. “Very sexy.”

“We can stop if you’re not enjoying yourself,” Cold snorted, rolling his eyes.

“No, I like it,” Jimmy insisted, rubbing his hard cock against Cold’s stomach to prove his point. “I really like it… I would very much like to have more of your sustenance… if you’re willing to provide.”

“Mmmm,” Cold hummed, thinking Jimmy’s words over and sliding his hands over his ass. “I think that can be arranged.”

Jimmy gasped as Cold growled at his neck, nipping shortly with his teeth. He pressed closed, groaning when he knew Cold was going for the bottle again. The rush of alcohol came down his chest, Cold’s lips rushing to drink it up as his fingers moved between Jimmy’s cheeks.

Jimmy gave himself over completely to Cold’s skilled fingers, never sure where he was going to feel his mouth next. Grazing across his collarbone or at his ear, sucking on his nipple or leaving a bruising kiss on his chest, always with whiskey flowing and teeth and tongue.

Jimmy moaned happily when Cold finally pushed his cock inside of him, the wonderful affection never ceasing even as their bodies rolled together in that most intimate of embraces. Jimmy clutched at Cold’s shoulders as he fucked him good and slow, the water softly splashing around them.

“I want to taste you,” Jimmy murmured passionately. “Please… I want… I want to drink from you, too.”

Cold passed the bottle to Jimmy’s waiting fingers with a warm kiss, purring, “Mmm… you can drink all you want… But I do have a very special treat in mind for you for when I come. Something verrry sustaining.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jimmy grinned, panting as he leaned forward and poured a splash of whiskey on Cold’s neck to quickly lap up.

“Oh, yes,” Cold rumbled happily, his hands lazily running down Jimmy’s sides as he thrusted upwards. Still gentle, deep, letting Jimmy touch and lick all he wanted and sighing sweetly.

Jimmy moaned contently, running his tongue over new bruises and old scars, finding all the beautiful sounds Cold made just as intoxicating as the whiskey he was drinking from his skin. It went on and on, even as the water began to cool, making love and getting drunk off of each other’s flesh.

Jimmy was getting eager for release, his hand unsteady when he poured the alcohol all over Cold’s chest. A rivulet escaped his intended target and ran right over Cold’s fresh stab wound before he could stop it.

Cold’s hands clenched down tightly, his eyes narrowed as he hissed furiously, “Jimmy!”

“Oh, fuck!” Jimmy shouted. “I’m so fucking sorry! I’m a little fucked up, and I didn’t mean to-“

Cold’s cock slammed up inside of him with unexpected force, growling fiercely, “Do it again.”

“What?” Jimmy was stunned, left gasping as Cold began pounding into him ferociously.

“Do it. Again!” Cold ordered firmly, baring his teeth.

“Fuck! Yes, sir!” Jimmy whimpered, moaning from Cold’s brutal thrusting. It was impossible to pour with any accuracy while Cold was fucking him so hard, whiskey splashing all over the jagged wound.

Cold went wild, grabbing Jimmy’s waist and biting down on his throat as he plowed his tight ass. Jimmy never had a chance to even taste one drop, doing everything he could to hold on for the ride of his life.

Water was sloshing over the sides of the tub and onto the floor, Jimmy’s screams echoing off the tile. It was too intense, too hot, begging desperately, “Please, fuck! I’m gonna come, Rod! Please, please, please let me fucking come!”

“Ohhh, you’ll come,” Cold promised with a snarl, “and then you’re drinking mine. Do you hear me? You will drink everything I fucking give you. All of it, mmmrrrrph, every fucking bit!”

“Yes, God, yes,” Jimmy cried, moaning and chanting a long stream of praise for Cold’s divine sexual abilities. He always knew exactly what to say and do to completely rock Jimmy’s world.

A quick tug of his hand and he was coming hard, bouncing feverishly on Cold’s cock, his lover’s lips and hands moving all over his body to guide him through it.

Jimmy barely had a second to enjoy the floating drag of post-organic bliss, recognizing Cold’s erratic panting that signaled his end was near. He gently pulled himself out of Cold’s lap, eagerly awaiting the promised load.

How would Cold give it to him, he wondered. Directly from the source, or perhaps across his face and he would have to lick it off his hands.

“Glass,” Cold grunted, his eyes nearly black with lust and panting as his orgasm threatened to claim him. He raised himself up out of the water, one hand grabbing the tub to steady himself as the other frantically stroked his cock.

Jimmy blinked in surprise, but quickly grabbed the glass and directed Cold’s leaking dick up to the rim, watching intently.

Cold grunted as he fired off his thick load, gasping softly as he shuddered. Pulse after pulse splashed into the glass, an impressive helping of pearly come.

Cold sunk back down into the water and picked up the bottle of whiskey. He poured a big shot into the glass and used his finger to stir it up with the come. He nodded at Jimmy, breathlessly panting, “Drink.”

Jimmy chose to sip it instead of chugging it back, relishing the new viscous texture and sharp, salty taste. The burn of the alcohol was reduced to a warm crawl, licking the rim for more.

His appetite for the erotic mixture was insatiable, running his tongue as far as he could reach and trying to touch the bottom of the glass. When that wasn’t enough, he stuck his finger down inside to get at the rest.

Cold watched him with a wicked smile, teasing, “Enjoying your ‘sustenance’, Jimmy?”

“Mmmhmm,” Jimmy hummed, pulling his finger out of his mouth with a loud pop. “Definitely brings new meaning to the phrase ‘come shot’.”

Cold laughed out loud, taking the empty glass and setting it aside.

Jimmy beamed, smiling happily. He loved when Cold laughed like that; open, genuine, without restraint.

“Mmm,” Cold relaxed back down in the water, pulling Jimmy slowly into his lap, “I suppose we need to get out and dry off.”

“Or,” Jimmy began slowly, wiggling his hips back and forth eagerly, “we could drain the water, run another hot bath, and drink more?”

“We could,” Cold mused, thoughtfully tilting his head.

“Hey, you’re the one who was all about some leopards,” Jimmy teased affectionately. “We gotta get going again in fifteen if we want to keep up.”

“Fifteen minutes, huh?” Cold laughed, hugging Jimmy close and nipping at his neck, playfully growling. “Oh, my beautiful boy… we’ll go again in five.”

Sexy Saturday 10/26/2019

It’s Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Time for some more steamy fun! This is another sneak peek at the Cold Hard Cash sequel! Jimmy’s been very bad and Cold is gonna teach him a lesson. Enjoy, darlings!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings


“For fuck’s sake!” Jimmy groaned, not sure whether to scream or cry or both. “I’m so sick of this! Rod! You’ve been arrested for murder, there are people trying to kill you-”

“I’m telling you everything that I can,” Cold said evenly, but his jaw was getting tight. “This is only going to work if you trust me-“

“Trust you?!” Jimmy snapped. “How can I trust you when you’re lying to me?”

“Everything that I can,” Cold repeated, his voice starting to rise. He stood up out of his chair, stalking purposely toward Jimmy. “I am giving you everything that I can to keep you informed and as safe as possible. If I must make a choice, your safety trumps satisfying your ego-“

“My fuckin’ ego?” Jimmy balked. “Your ego is the size of this fuckin’ house!”

“I tried to give you the proposal that you wanted and you’re too busy trying to outsmart me and interfere in my affairs-“

“Your affairs?!” Jimmy didn’t even care that he was yelling now. “This is our life, Rod! Our fucking future is at stake here! You’re goddamn right I’m interfering!”

“Jimmy,” Cold hissed, his tone low and dangerous. “That is quite enough.”

“Fuck you!” Jimmy snarled as he got right in Cold’s face. “If this is how it’s always gonna be, then I’m fucking done!”

Something broke in Cold, his hands shaking as he grabbed Jimmy by the back of his neck and held him tightly. “Oh, no. We’re not done until I fucking say we are!”

“You stupid stubborn fucking son of a-!” Jimmy was silenced by a fierce kiss, crying out as Cold’s teeth nicked his lip in his haste. He tried to push away, but Cold wouldn’t let go and Jimmy couldn’t resist.

Cold was kissing him like he wanted to devour him, squeezing and clawing ferociously. He had torn Jimmy’s shirt and the way he grabbed Jimmy’s hips made him ache all over with a savage need.

Jimmy kissed back passionately, grabbing a hold of Cold’s jacket and curling his hands into tight fists. He gasped as Cold broke away to bite at his neck, helplessly squirming as he moaned, “God, you are such a bastard!”

Cold grunted in response, roughly teasing his teeth along Jimmy’s jaw and pinning both of his arms behind his back.

Jimmy’s pulse was thumping in his ears and he swore he could feel it behind his eyes. He sometimes forgot how strong Cold was, well aware of that now when he tried to break loose. It had no right to be this hot, groaning as Cold pulled him in closer. “Mm… Rod…”

Cold seemed to have himself back in control now, though he sounded breathless as he commanded, “I’m going to let go of you, Mr. Poe. When I do, you will take off your clothes and get on your knees.”

“Right here?” Jimmy asked, lust rippling down his spine and between his legs. They were out here on the patio. There were guards patrolling the grounds, anyone could be watching them-

“Yes, Mr. Poe,” Cold growled. “Right here, right now.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied, helpless to resist the fierce command. When Cold released his arms, he quickly began to strip. He watched Cold unbuckling his belt and he automatically began to salivate. On his knees, he opened his mouth expectantly.

But instead of a thick cock, he got Cold’s belt.

“Bite down,” Cold ordered.

Jimmy did so, looking up at Cold with a low whine.

“Much better,” Cold sighed, softly petting Jimmy’s hair. He adjusted his suit, taking a seat in the middle of the patio settee adjacent to the table. He sat with his legs spread wide, beckoning Jimmy over. “Come here. On your hands and knees.”

Jimmy crawled over, the buckle of the belt rattling as he moved. He gasped as Cold grabbed his hair and turned his head this way and that.

“Look at you,” Cold purred, his eyes scanning over his naked body hungrily. “My beautiful little brat. Can’t leave anything well enough alone, can you?”

“N-no, sir,” Jimmy whispered over the leather between his teeth. “I’m… I’m trying to help…”

“I don’t need you to help, Mr. Poe. I need you to obey.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, closing his eyes and wincing when Cold tugged at his hair again.

“Get in my lap,” Cold said sternly. “You’re going to learn, Mr. Poe. Until my hand goes numb or you can’t take it anymore, whichever comes first.”

Jimmy shivered as he followed Cold’s guiding hands, stretching out over his thighs. He laid his head down on the cushions and stretched out his long legs until his feet were hanging off the end of the settee.

Normally he was suspended awkwardly over Cold’s knees for this, but he didn’t have long to appreciate the settee’s comfort.

The first crack of Cold’s hand across his ass made him cry out, his head jerking up as his body fought to get away from the pain. Cold wasn’t giving him any time to adjust, yelping as a second spanking immediately followed the first.

“I spent all day planning this ridiculous setup,” Cold hissed angrily as his hand kept slapping Jimmy’s ass, punctuating every sentence with a mean smack. “All of this was for you! You ungrateful and arrogant little boy!”

Every brutal slap made Jimmy ache and whimper, tears falling down his face as he sobbed. The pain shot flashes of white before his eyes and his cock was uncomfortably hard, trapped between his stomach and Cold’s thigh.

Cold gave him a brief reprieve, rubbing his palm across the scalded flesh of his abused cheek.

The gentle touch burned like hell and Jimmy grinded his teeth on the leather with a choked cry. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, sir…”

“I’ve been far too easy on you,” Cold sneered, reaching back to spank Jimmy’s other cheek. “You’ve forgotten your place!”

“Fuck!” Jimmy cringed as Cold began his assault again, crying with every fierce slap. It sounded like firecrackers going off and he could feel himself getting close to climax. His thoughts were soft and hazy from the lovely pain, moaning, “I’m sorry, sir! I’ll be good!”

“I don’t know if I believe you,” Cold snorted, giving Jimmy’s ass another mean smack.

It made Jimmy’s back curl up, sobbing loudly. His skin was absolutely on fire and he was certain he would be able to feel Cold’s hands on him for days after this. “I want… I want to be good for you… that’s why… that’s why I…”

“Why what, Mr. Poe?” Cold’s hand paused.

“That’s why I keep trying to help,” Jimmy panted, his tongue loose and all of his words running together. “Because I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know how much trouble you’re really in. And I love you, I love you so much… I would do anything for you, but I can’t do *nothing*.”

“Allow me then to give you purpose, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred, the tips of his fingers running over the stinging flesh of Jimmy’s ass and drawing mindless little patterns.

“Please, sir,” Jimmy groaned, arching into every touch.

“Be my husband, my lover, my partner,” Cold purred hungrily. “Obey me, worship me, and I will be yours forever.”

Jimmy uttered a quiet sound, his eyes welling up with fresh tears. He could feel Cold’s fingers, wet with spit, sliding between his cheeks and prodding at his hole. Cold pinched his taint and he moaned, gasping, “Y-yes, sir!”

“Mmm. My good boy.”

Sexy Saturday 10/12/2019

Hello kits and kittens! It’s time for Sexy Saturday! Today, I’m sharing a sneak peek from the Cold Hard Cash sequel! Had a little bit of writer’s block but I plowed right through it! I hope you guys enjoy the smut and have a lovely weekend!

Warnings: NSFW/Orgasm Denial/Come Marking

Also, BIG spoilers for CHC2!


That name did something to Jimmy.

Mr. Poe.

In Cold’s velvety tones, it was a powerful switch that made him ache and sweat. It sent the most sensual sparks all throughout his brain and his thoughts glazed over with lust. Every tense muscle in his body relaxed, using his hands to catch himself on the table.

Cold was out of his chair and had pushed himself firmly between Jimmy’s thighs. His eyes were dark as he ordered, “Pull out your cock, Mr. Poe. Let me see it.”

Whimpering quietly, Jimmy scrambled to get his pants and underwear out of the way and present himself for Cold.

“Already so hard,” Cold chuckled, very pleased to see his swollen length.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, flushing with shame as he glanced to the door. “We shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what, Mr. Poe?”

“What if someone hears us?”

“Oh, they’ll definitely hear us,” Cold said, “and there is nothing they can do.”

“The g-guards?”

“They are probably all wishing they were me right now,” Cold said, tugging at Jimmy’s pants and dragging them down around his ankles with his underwear. “Mm. Wishing they could have you… but no one will. No one else.”

“No one,” Jimmy breathlessly agreed.

“And why is that, Mr. Poe?”

“Because I’m yours.”

Jimmy’s ass was right there on the edge of the table and he gasped when Cold suddenly lifted his legs up. The motion forced him to nearly fold in half, his ass spread and completely bared to Cold.

“Stay, Mr. Poe.” Cold was sitting down in the chair now, his hands pressed against Jimmy’s thighs and leaning forward to lick between his cheeks.

Jimmy’s head dropped back against the table, groaning softly. He grabbed the edge to steady himself, his knees in his face as Cold’s tongue continued to press against his hole. He was absolutely melting and the outside world had vanished.

A quick glance between his legs would have revealed the truth of it all. Cold was wearing a prison uniform and eating his ass off a steel government-issued table because he hae been arrested for murder. At that moment, the dire situation simply didn’t exist.

Jimmy didn’t have to worry about reality right now. All that mattered was being a good boy and making Cold happy. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, concentrating on nothing else except what was happening between his legs. He cried out when Cold’s tongue began to push inside, and he wanted to weep with joy.

For a long time, Cold would only use his hands to please him down here, but over time he had become more comfortable. Cold was very talented with every part of his body, but his mouth and tongue were by far Jimmy’s favorites for foreplay.

He knew what an act of trust this was for Cold and every moment was a delight. While Jimmy thoroughly enjoyed Cold sucking his cock, he would absolutely melt into human goo when Cold used his tongue on his hole. Cold was truly at his most wicked like this, using teasing jabs and hungry laps to dissolve all of Jimmy’s senses.

It was not lost on Jimmy that this was the most powerful man in the city, perhaps even the state, and he was devouring his hole as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.

That same tongue fucking away inside of his ass had started wars, destroyed empires, and it might even be enough to beat murder charges. Right then it was set on totally ruining Jimmy and he was left gasping from the dexterous muscle’s intense assaults.

He felt certain his soul was departing his body at any moment, sobbing pitifully as his cock throbbed against his stomach. He could see it was dripping all over his shirt, squirming when one of Cold’s fingers began circling around his hole.

“Mmm…” Cold growled, playfully nipping Jimmy’s thigh. “You taste magnificent, Mr. Poe.”

“Th-Thank you, sir,” Jimmy croaked, blinking away a few tears.

“Are you going to miss my cock while I’m in here?” Cold asked bluntly, his finger beginning to press inside.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined in reply. “A-and your hands… and, and your tongue… oh, God, your lips. I love your lips!”

“If you touch yourself, who will you think of?”

“You, sir! Only you!” Jimmy gasped as Cold’s finger twisted, the sensation pleasurable even as it burned.

Cold immediately noticed Jimmy’s discomfort and moved his head. He rolled Jimmy on his side, ordering firmly, “Check your left jacket pocket.”

Jimmy fussed a little that Cold had stopped, but reached into his jacket obediently. He was surprised to find a packet of lube, grinning through the haze of lust as he teased, “Really?”

“I leave nothing to chance,” Cold reminded him smugly, taking the lube and slicking up two fingers.

Jimmy groaned as Cold easily slid back inside of him, his head dropping back against the table. He loved the slow stretch and the promise of penetration to come. “Oh… fuck…”

“Feel good, Mr. Poe?”

“So… so fucking good…” Jimmy moaned, louder this time as Cold’s fingers pounded into him more aggressively. He was already open and ready, but Cold liked playing with him.

The teasing build always made the final act of their play that much sweeter, even when Jimmy was sure it was going to drive him to madness.

Cold kept his thumb pressed against Jimmy’s taint as his other fingers stayed hard at work, curling in just so to make him writhe. He was always quiet, his soft panting being the only evidence that he was as worked up as Jimmy was.

“Please,” Jimmy managed to gasp, “please, sir!”

“Please, what? Use your words, Mr. Poe.”

“I need your cock!” Jimmy whined, grabbing for the edge of the table above his head. “Your fingers… it’s not enough.”

Cold waited several agonizing moments before finally replying, “No… definitely not enough.”

As Cold pulled his fingers away, Jimmy lifted up his head to watch him opening up the front of his jumpsuit. There was a plain white t-shirt obstructing his view, having hoped for a glimpse of naked flesh, but he could see Cold’s bare cock and that was enough.

For so long, that was the only part of Cold’s body that he was allowed to see. Cold buried himself beneath layers of fine suits, hiding scars from both physical and emotional traumas. Jimmy thought he had been able to break through all of that over this last year, but the recent circumstances made it clear they still had work to do.

Cold still didn’t trust him, he realized. Not completely.

His efforts to protect Jimmy were also there to protect himself. It made Jimmy’s heart ache and reinvigorated his desire to prove to Cold that he would always be here for him, no matter what.

“I love you,” Jimmy said, not bothering with any of their play formalities. Cold’s cock was pushing into him and all he could think to say was, “I love you, Rod… fuck, I love you so damn much!”

Cold grabbed Jimmy’s hips with both hands, ferociously slamming forward. The feet of the table screeched from the force of his thrusts, skittering along the floor as Cold fucked Jimmy. He was grunting from the effort, his nails cutting into skin as he struggled to keep Jimmy right where he wanted him.

Jimmy tucked his legs up to his chest, moaning and sobbing without care. Beccali had to be able to hear them, certainly any guards close by, but the thought of stopping never crossed his mind.

Cold could not always say how he felt, but his actions left no doubts. He was holding onto Jimmy desperately and once he found an angle that made Jimmy shout, he didn’t stop. His soft grunts had become feral growls and sharp pants, a familiar tune that let Jimmy know he was close.

The first pulse of come was inside of him, but Cold pulled out before filling his hole.

Jimmy watched Cold’s cock shooting all over his ass, groaning brokenly as he felt it dripping down onto the table. It was hot and wet, leaving him feeling positively filthy and his balls aching to find that same relief.

Cold leaned over him to grab his hair, pulling him into a hungry kiss.

Jimmy was buzzing with adrenaline from being fucked so roughly, whining quietly with need. His cock was so hard that it was throbbing and he wanted to come so damn terribly.

“Mmm…” Cold hummed, easing himself back down into the chair and pressing his thumb in Jimmy’s wet, gaping hole. “Why, Mr. Poe, you’re positively a mess.”

“Can I please come, sir?” Jimmy asked breathlessly, pushing himself up on his elbow to gaze longingly down at Cold. “Please?”

“No,” Cold said flatly, popping Jimmy’s ass. “Stand up.”

Jimmy wanted to scream, but he bit his tongue and slowly got off the table. His ass was getting sticky from all the come and his legs felt wobbly. His pants were still bunched up around his ankles, his cock jutting forward right in Cold’s face.

Cold reached out to give Jimmy a soft squeeze, saying quietly, “I’ve known that I would be arrested for that murder since I buried his body in cement nineteen years ago.”

“What?” Jimmy gasped, gulping loudly when Cold started stroking him. It was so gentle and slow, his feathery grip not enough to give Jimmy any friction to work with. He tried to concentrate, asking, “How… how did you know…?”

“Because I was sloppy,” Cold replied calmly. “I let my emotions control my actions. I‘d killed before, but this was…” He pursed his lips, his fingers tightening briefly. “Personal.”

“He hurt you,” Jimmy groaned, his brow furrowing with sympathy. “But how… how do they know… it was you?”

“Because I killed him with the same knife he stabbed me with,” Cold went on as if they were talking about what to do for dinner.

“You kept… it?!” Jimmy’s knees were getting weak and he could feel his orgasm seconds away from washing over him.

“I’m sentimental like that,” Cold said, his eyes flashing as he suddenly stopped.

“Rod!” Jimmy cried, frustrated and sucking in a quick breath. “Fuck!”

“Now, keeping in mind that I’ve been expecting these charges for almost twenty years, do you trust that I have everything under control?”

Jimmy hesitated, groaning softly when Cold squeezed him again. He nodded, saying urgently, “Yes… I trust you.”

“Good,” Cold said briskly, “then you can wait to come until tomorrow.”

“What!” Jimmy shrieked, gawking stupidly as Cold released him and began to tidy himself up. “You’re not… oh, come on! You’re not freakin’ serious, are you?”

“Yes,” Cold said, smirking slyly. “Mmm, better go ahead and get dressed. I don’t think Miss Beccali will be on her phone call for much longer.”

“What the hell is happening tomorrow?”

“My arraignment,” Cold replied. “At which I will be released on bail and most likely placed on house arrest.”

“How can you possibly fucking know that?” Jimmy groaned, reaching down to pull his underwear up.

“Because I do.”

Jimmy grimaced when he realized he was still sticky with Cold’s come and it was quickly drying, glaring at him. “Let me guess. You remembered lube, but you purposely got nothing for me to clean up with?”

“Maybe I like the idea of you sitting there covered in my come,” Cold said smugly. “A reminder that you need to trust me… and that you’re mine even when we’re apart.”

Jimmy got his pants back up with a soft sigh. The dried come was tugging at his hair and it was uncomfortable. His cock was still ridiculously hard, having to tuck it up into his waistband so he could sit down. “You’re really going to make me wait until tomorrow to freakin’ get off? You’re insane.”

“I’m confident,” Cold corrected sternly.

“What if I decide to jerk off anyway?” Jimmy taunted.

“I’ll know if you do,” Cold warned, his gaze dangerously intense as he met Jimmy’s eyes. “If you wait for me, I promise that you’ll be rewarded. Should you fail me, well, then you’d have to be punished.”

Jimmy’s cock twitched at the thought.

“Do you understand, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes,” Jimmy said, sweeping his hand through his hair to fix what a mess it probably was. “And thank you.”

“For what?” Cold quirked his brows.

“For trusting me,” Jimmy said with a bright smile. “I know you’ve always tried to protect me from what you are and the things you do, but Rod? I already know.”

“You knew that I had stabbed someone a hundred and twenty seven times and buried their body in cement with the knife still in his eye socket?” Cold drawled.

“Holy shit, a hundred and twenty… Jesus freakin’ Christ!” Jimmy shuddered. “I’m not even going to ask how you remember exactly how many. No, no, it doesn’t matter! Even though I didn’t know what you did, I meant that I know what you’re capable of and I still don’t care.”


“It doesn’t change who you are when we’re together,” Jimmy said, taking Cold’s hands in his own. “It doesn’t change the man you are inside, the man I love, and the man that I will eventually marry one day.”

Cold thought all of that over for a moment, asking curiously, “So, if I were to try and propose to you right now…”

“My underwear is currently stuck to my butt with your freakin’ come. I’m going to say no.”

“Fair enough.”

Sexy Saturday 10/05/2019

Hey kits and kittens! It’s Sexy Saturday time! Today is a sneak peek at the Cold Hard Cash sequel! It’s an extended scene from the chapter where Jimmy is finally reunited with his father and he’s having some problems giving him space. Just a lil’ ol’ tease of smut. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings/belts


“I rather enjoyed watching you blush,” Cold purred, his thumbs arching up to trace Jimmy’s jawline. “Can you imagine what your father would say if he knew…?”

Jimmy grunted, his breath stolen away as heat crawled up his spine, hot with shame and desire.

“What would he say if he knew his precious boy likes getting fucked raw by me?” Cold went on defiantly. “That he likes being owned, that he enjoys having his body dominated by me and me alone…?”

Jimmy began to pant, his tongue swiping anxiously over his lips. He couldn’t think and his cock was getting so hard. “Please, sir… you can’t tell him.”

“Oh?” Cold smiled wickedly. “Can’t tell him what, Mr. Poe?”

“That… that I like it.”

“Like what?” Cold pressed.

“You owning me,” Jimmy breathlessly replied, his eyes flooding with need. “Telling me what to do. Making me yours… I can’t… I can’t live without it, but I can’t tell him that…”

“On your knees, Mr. Poe,” Cold ordered firmly, releasing his hold and unbuckling his belt.

Whining eagerly, Jimmy dropped right down and stared at Cold’s thick cock as he pulled it out. He began to drool almost instantly, waiting to be given permission to touch.

“Open your mouth, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded.

Jimmy’s lips parted immediately, groaning when Cold began to rub his cock along his lower lip. Jimmy was already salivating, breathing in Cold’s strong scent.

“What would your father say if he saw you like this?” Cold taunted.

“God,” Jimmy moaned, his eyes gazing hungrily up at Cold. The thought of anyone watching them together made his cock twitch, but his own father? Oh, how that made him burn deep inside in the most shameful way. “He’d… he’d say I’m a good boy for you.”

“Yes, you’re always such a good boy for me,” Cold agreed sweetly. “Go on and suck my cock, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy lunged forward, hungrily swallowing down all that he could. He let his throat relax, bottoming out and burying his nose against Cold’s stomach, sucking hard.

Cold stroked his fingers through Jimmy’s hair, praising, “Good boy… I think your father would be so proud of you… such a very, very good boy…”

Jimmy whimpered, closing his eyes tight as he continued to suck, squeezing Cold’s thighs. He was terribly embarrassed and every pulse of shame that rocked through him made his cock throb.

Cold’s fingers tightened in Jimmy’s hair, rocking his hips forward, fucking his mouth as he sighed, “I bet you’re so hard right now… show me.”

Jimmy let Cold thrust in his mouth relentlessly, swallowing down a gag as he hastily unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled out his cock for Cold’s inspection, desperate to stroke himself, but waiting.

He wanted to be good.

“Lovely, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, fucking deeper into his mouth, enjoying the occasional gasp or moan he could elicit with a hard thrust.

Jimmy opened his mouth as wide as he could, well aware that he was drooling from the corners of his mouth. He didn’t bother to wipe it away. He knew how much Cold liked it.

Cold suddenly pulled back, wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking himself off quickly, ordering, “Stick out your tongue, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy eagerly stuck out his tongue as far as he could, listening to Cold’s feverish panting and groaning when he got his first taste of hot come.

He swallowed it all down, gasping when an errant shot streaked across his cheek, moaning contently.

Cold grunted, satisfied, rubbing the slick tip of his cock back across Jimmy’s tongue for him to lap up every last drop.

Jimmy was warm all over, smiling shyly up at Cold as he asked, “May I come now, sir?”

Cold swiped the glob of come from Jimmy’s cheek, offering it to him as he said, “Not yet.”

Jimmy sucked on Cold’s thumb, grumbling with disappointment. He kept his hands at his side even though he ached to touch himself, panting, “Was I not good, sir?”

“On the contrary, you were very good.” Cold gently pulled him up to his feet, kissing him as he murmured, “I need you to trust me.”

“But I do!” Jimmy fussed, dragging his fingers down Cold’s chest.

“Just as you trust me with your body, trust me with your father’s wellbeing,” Cold said, catching Jimmy’s wrists and squeezing. “I only want to help him. Do you understand?”

Jimmy resisted the urge to argue, whispering, “I will trust you.”

“Good,” Cold said, allowing another kiss before he pulled away to clean himself up. He offered Jimmy a towel, saying casually, “We still have some time before dinner.”

“Oh? Did you have something in mind, sir?”

“I’m thinking some more trust exercises are in order,” Cold replied with a sly smile, pulling his belt from his pants and cracking it across his palm.

Jimmy shivered at the sound. “Do you want me to strip, sir?”

“No,” Cold said, moving to sit down on the chaise on the foot of their bed. “Pull your pants down. I’m going to bend you right over my knee.”

Jimmy approached before he wiggled his pants down, bunching them around his ankles with his underwear. He stretched himself over Cold’s thigh, arching his ass up for him.

Cold rubbed the leather over Jimmy’s cheeks, saying quietly, “Always so eager for me…”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted, inhaling slowly to prepare himself for what was going to come.

Cold caught him with a sharp smack of the belt as he exhaled, immediately rubbing over the red mark he’d left.

Jimmy made a small sound, the sting lovely and making him whine for more.

“Do you understand why you’re being punished, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked calmly.

“Because I didn’t trust you, sir,” Jimmy said, hanging his head down. He cried out when Cold spanked him again, harder this time. He grinded against Cold’s thigh, gasping, “And I should always trust you! Only you!”

“That’s right,” Cold growled, snapping the belt across Jimmy’s cheeks several times in quick succession before stopping to pet the welts that were rising up.

Eyes squeezing tight and fighting back tears, Jimmy moaned at the tender touch. Cold’s hands felt so cool against his hot skin, whimpering when he moved to spank him again. The pain made his head spin and every nerve in his body was extra sensitive. His cock was absolutely throbbing now, certain he was leaking all over Cold’s slacks.

“Ten in all, Mr. Poe,” Cold said sternly, giving Jimmy a brief reprieve. “That should be enough to remind you, hmm?”

“Yes, sir!” The last strike was the most forceful of all and made Jimmy cry out sharply. He felt too hot, too sensitive, moaning as Cold’s fingers pressed between his cheeks. He was dry, but Cold didn’t try to press inside yet.

Cold was merely pushing against his hole, tracing small circles around it and nothing more.

“Please…” Jimmy croaked earnestly.

“Please, what?” Cold’s voice carried a warning.

“Please, sir!” Jimmy begged, trying to push against Cold’s hand and staring up at him desperately. “I was such a good boy, I took all my spankings! Please… please let me come?”

Cold pulled his hand away, noisily licking over his fingers before returning to his torture. He pressed a single fingertip inside, his thumb sliding over one of the tender welts. “Do you trust me, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes,” Jimmy sighed longingly. He relaxed, dropping his head back down. “I trust you, sir.”

“Good boy,” Cold purred, rewarding Jimmy with a deep thrust of his finger. “You may come now.”

Jimmy eagerly reached down to grab his cock, bucking up against Cold’s finger. He whined when Cold grabbed his arm. “What is it, sir? You said-”

“Don’t use your hands,” Cold ordered, fucking Jimmy with two fingers and snatching his hair. He pulled, forcing Jimmy’s back to curl as he buried himself down to the knuckle. “Come on, Mr. Poe… before I change my mind.”

Panting quickly, Jimmy redirected his efforts. Caught between Cold’s tight grip in his hair and his fingers pounding into him, he began to grind against Cold’s thigh with renewed vigor. His ass still stung from the belt, each individual welt tingling when Cold’s hand brushed against them.

He could feel the pressure in his loins rising to madness inducing levels, sobbing as he struggled to rut himself to completion. Cold’s fingers burned as they pushed into him, and Jimmy moaned when they curled in the most delightful way. He was finally getting close, letting himself go and giving in to all the delicious attentions.

Jimmy’s cock was pressed tightly between his stomach and Cold’s thigh, focusing on the sensation of the smooth material rubbing against him. He grinded faster and faster, groaning when Cold moved his fingers to match the new pace. His balls were absolutely aching and there, finally, he felt his body tipping over the edge.

All he could hear was his own ragged breathing and the soft smack of Cold’s hand against his skin, taking a deep breath as he started to cry, “Fuck! Yes! I’m coming! I’m fucking coming!”

“Beautiful,” Cold purred, letting Jimmy twitch and grind against him through every withering tremor. He gently moved his hand, leaning down to kiss the top of Jimmy’s head. “Mmm, so very beautiful.”

Jimmy sighed contently, groaning as Cold effortlessly picked him up from the awkward position in his lap and carried him to their bed. He stretched out on his stomach, smiling warmly as Cold laid beside him and began to massage his sore cheeks.

“Good?” Cold asked, reverently tracing over the welts.

“Mmm, so very good,” Jimmy replied, snuggling against the plush pillows. “I really love it when you spank me with the belt.”

“I really must find a different method of punishing you,” Cold mused.

“No, no,” Jimmy laughed. “The belt is fine. It’s perfect. It… it just clears my mind and I always come really, really hard.”

“I noticed,” Cold chuckled, glancing down at the sticky mess Jimmy had left on his pants.

“Shit, I’m sorry! I can clean it up!”

“It’s fine,” Cold soothed, playing smacking Jimmy’s ass. “I’m sure I can think of a way for you to make it up to me later.”

“I love you.” Jimmy grinned.

“Et je t’aime,” Cold purred softly, smiling adoringly down at Jimmy as he kissed his lips. “Toujours.”

Sexy Saturday 09/28/2019

Hi kits and kittens! Sorry for the late Sexy Saturday post today – life has been super crazy!!! Enjoy another old Kinktober prompt for Jimmy and Boss Cold. This one is a wee bit short, but it was definitely personal for me and one of my favorites. Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/mirror smuts


“Don’t take your eyes off yourself for a moment,” Cold commanded firmly, gently bending Jimmy over onto his hands and knees. He was referring to the full length mirror that he had moved in front of their bed.

It had been placed there for this specific purpose, for Cold and Jimmy to watch themselves have sex.

Jimmy nodded, taking a deep breath as he felt the hot head of Cold’s cock pressing up against his slick hole. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes dark with want and face already bright red from all of the foreplay that had led up to this moment.

He was suddenly self conscious, thinking he looked like a flustered little boy while Cold appeared every bit a sensual awesome god mounted behind him.

Cold’s body was so powerful and strong, the muscles of his stomach and shoulders flexing as he thrusted inside with one tantalizing swing of his hips. His eyes were flashing with lust, glittering beautifully in the low light and his wicked lips curling into a sly smirk that promised incoming mischief.

Jimmy groaned softly, staring in awe at him in the reflection.

Cold’s hand popped Jimmy’s ass lightly, warning him, “Remember. Eyes on you, Mr. Poe.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined, redirecting his attention back to himself. He tried to relax, tried to enjoy Cold’s cock pushing into him, but he hated how he looked. His face kept getting redder, and he could see the flush spreading down his chest.

He tried controlling his expression, tried to stay calm, finding his body immediately becoming tense and Cold’s slams were soon uncomfortable.

“Mr. Poe,” Cold said gently, slowing down and soothing, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like how I look,” Jimmy confessed honestly, hanging his head down shamefully, “This wasn’t a good idea.” He couldn’t help it, his gaze wandering to the man behind him. “You’re so fucking sexy, and I’m… I just…”

The sharp crack of Cold’s hand across his ass reverted his gaze back to the mirror, gasping as he pressed him flat down on the mattress. He cried out when Cold’s strong fingers wove through his hair, jerking his head up.

“Look,” Cold commanded firmly.

Jimmy stared dumbly at himself, blushing and confused, his expression uncertain. He wiggled, gasping softly as Cold rolled his hips down, demanding breathlessly, “What?”

“Look at how beautiful you are,” Cold said earnestly, kissing Jimmy’s cheek.

The sincerity and passion in Cold’s voice made Jimmy shiver, moaning quietly.

“Let me show you,” Cold purred, his hips moving again, his cock pushing in deep. “Let me show you how fucking beautiful you are to me…”

Jimmy moaned again, opening himself up to the intense angle, his eyes fluttering at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were blotchy and dark, hair damp with sweat, but he realized that he was smiling.

Cold wrapped his arm around him, still holding his hair but gently now, nuzzling against his temple as he grinded down into him. “Look,” he breathed softly, “my gorgeous boy…”

Jimmy moaned, the sound passing over his lips without restraint. He dared to meet Cold’s eye in the mirror for a brief glimpse, completely stunned by the devotion and heat burning in his gaze. He quickly looked back at himself as he realized all of that passion was for him and only him.

Yes, Jimmy looked young, but he was happy, full of life and energy. He was an erotic nymph, completely lost in Cold’s divine embrace and the relentless pounding of his cock. Flushed and crying out with every slam, Jimmy finally understood what Cold was trying to show him.

He had never felt so beautiful.

“Fuck,” Jimmy sighed, “yes…” His teeth wore down into his bottom lip, groaning excitedly as he stared dreamily at the gorgeous sight of himself enslaved by Cold’s thrusting hips. “Yes, I see… fuck, I see now…”

Cold purred, his breath hot and heavy in Jimmy’s ear, whispering, “You look so fucking pretty taking my cock…”

“God, yes, I fucking do,” Jimmy panted, his jaw slack even as his mouth curled into a grin. He was really starting to get into it, turning his head to get a better angle of his face, watching a bead of sweat drip down his neck.

Cold grunted, squeezing Jimmy close as the tempo of his hips became frantic, growling, “Grab your cock and watch yourself come, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy whined, snaking his hand down beneath himself to latch onto his dick as instructed. He started to tense, his brows furrowing up as he tried to focus in on that fleeting stream of pleasure. It flowed all through his body, from his toes to the back of his throat as he groaned, quick strokes creating an eruption of pleasure as he climaxed.

He screamed passionately, Cold’s furious slams carrying him through it, eyes wide at the vision of his face in the mirror. His lips were soft and wet, his eyes fluttering as his loins cast their load all over his hand, and he couldn’t look away.

Jimmy looked exhausted, sweating, and absolutely bursting with bliss. He was smiling from ear to ear, groaning again as Cold finished inside of him, rutting their hips together as the last few tremors of precious bliss washed over them both.

His head flopped against the sheets, his heart thumping so hard he swore it was making his ribs vibrate. He stretched his legs and wiggled, sighing sweetly, “Mmmmph…”

Cold leaned down to kiss his damp cheek, chuckling contently to himself. He pulled away to get cleaned up, starting to move the mirror back beside the closet.

“Wait,” Jimmy said suddenly.

“What is it?”

“Could we maybe… leave the mirror here just a little longer?” Jimmy asked, grinning shyly. “At least for the rest of tonight?”

Cold laughed, leaning down to kiss Jimmy’s lips and nodding, “Mmm, absolutely.”

Sexy Saturday 09/21/2019

Good morning, kits and kittens! It’s Sexy Saturday time! This was the very first Kinktober prompt I wrote for Jimmy and Boss Cold. Have some deepthroating fun! XD

Warnings: NSFW/smuts/I mean, why else are we here?


“Open up wide, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred, tracing his thumb over Jimmy’s top lip, “You said you’ve been practicing for me… let’s see what a quick study you are.”

Jimmy’s lips parted and his body relaxed completely, eager to prove himself. He was on his back, stretched out in their bed, his head hanging off the edge of the mattress. He was close enough to smell the musk of Cold’s loins, a breath away from tasting his cock.

He’d been looking up sex guides and kinky advice columns, reading everything he could to improve his intimate skills. The more time they spent in the bedroom together, the more Jimmy wanted to perform better for Cold.

Cold knew so much about sex, and Jimmy felt embarrassingly ignorant by comparison; especially when it came to the particularly naughty things they enjoyed together.

There was so much he wanted to try, soon discovering an entire world of unexplored kinks in his online adventuring.

At the current moment, he was determined to properly deepthroat that beautiful cock right there in front of him, every inch, without his pesky gag reflex getting in the way.

Jimmy had spent probably hours with that massive hunk of dick in his mouth, and he had taken him all the way down many times. But he’d always eventually gagged, almost choked, and he wanted Cold to finally and truly fuck his throat without any obstacles.

Cold had found Jimmy earlier trying to desensitize the back of his mouth with the end of his toothbrush as one article had suggested, quite puzzled at first, but then delighted when Jimmy shyly explained what he had been attempting.

Cold promised that he would help Jimmy learn anything about sex that he wanted to know, no matter how kinky, guiding him into bed with a loving kiss.

Jimmy was eager to try all the amazing things he had read about, hungrily gazing up at Cold’s giant cock and whining softly.

“When I thrust all the way in,” Cold was saying, “my cock will fill your throat. When I pull back out, breathe in through your nose. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy chirped obediently.

“Good boy,” Cold purred, finally rolling his hips forward and sinking his cock into Jimmy’s waiting mouth. He only allowed a few inches inside, sighing softly as Jimmy sucked him effortlessly.

This part was easy, Jimmy humming softly and swiping his tongue around the head of his dick. Saliva was already starting to collect in the roof of his mouth, swallowing it down while he could and waiting for Cold to give him more.

Cold waited, allowing Jimmy time to adjust and letting his drool lubricate his shaft. He began to push a little deeper, leaning over the bed and resting his hands on either side of Jimmy’s hips on the mattress.

“You may touch, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, his voice breathy and content, his hips slowly rocking against Jimmy’s face.

Jimmy’s hands snapped up to grab Cold’s butt so quickly that the gangster actually laughed. Jimmy would have smiled if he could, frantically kneading the full flesh of his lover’s ass. He pulled Cold close, desperate to take it all.

Cold was as patient as ever, firmly ignoring Jimmy’s pawing and moving at his own pace. His cock was advancing deeper, inch by agonizing inch, purring proudly, “Almost there, Mr. Poe. You’re doing so well… remember to breathe.”

Jimmy squeezed Cold’s butt in response, his eyes watering when he felt the head of his cock slide right down his throat. A quick second of pressure and it was gone, Cold having pulled back out quickly. Jimmy sucked air in through his nose, ready to take the next thrust.

Over and over, Cold’s cock pushed deep and Jimmy waited for him to withdraw to breathe. A beautiful rhythm began to develop, Jimmy preening at the slick attentions working away inside his mouth and holding back any gagging.

“You’re doing so very well,” Cold drawled, and Jimmy was over the moon to hear him so tense. “My beautiful boy…”

Jimmy squeezed Cold’s butt, his thighs, desperate to taste his load. His head was starting to feel light from hanging off the bed, his cheeks hot and stinging. His eyes fluttered when Cold finally responded the way he wanted him to, the gangster slamming his cock with much more force than before and quickly picking up speed.

“Touch yourself, Mr. Poe,” Cold growled ferociously. “You may come after I do, but only after me!”

Jimmy wanted to moan, his jaw aching from being held open so long. It was getting harder to breathe, the time in between thrusts only allowing for quick sniffs of precious oxygen. He grabbed his own cock, wet with precome and throbbing to the same tune of the blood pounding away in his head.

For a brief moment, everything was in perfect sync; Cold’s thick cock burrowing deep inside his throat, the drumming of his blood throbbing in his head, the desperate jerk of his hand on himself. Even the light smack of Cold’s balls in his face was moving in time with the magical tune. It was hypnotic, the sweetest beat he’d ever heard, thrumming harmoniously with every frantic breath he could take.

“You’re gonna swallow it all down,” Cold commanded. “You’ll swallow every last drop of my come right down your hot little throat.”

Jimmy snorted, a mix of snot and spit oozing down his face, trying to prepare himself for the load about to fill up his mouth. But no, it didn’t come anywhere near his mouth. It was all shot straight down his throat, his whole body shuddering as he struggled to take it.

The perfect rhythm went far off course, derailing into an explosive frenzy of sound and mind wrecking sensation.

The feeling of Cold busting like this reminded Jimmy of gulping down warm tea, able to feel the heat soothing his aching throat and catching the faintest taste of come in the back of his tongue. His head was pounding so hard he barely heard the command to climax, wheezing as Cold withdrew his cock and he could breathe through his mouth once more.

“Come for me, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded again, velvety and firm. “Right fucking now.”

Jimmy barely finished his next stroke before his balls tightened up and he feverishly came all over himself. He was sobbing from the sweet release, his face a mess of tears and spit, crying out as the final tremors of his orgasm made the base of his spine seize up.

Cold dropped to his knees beside the bed, gently pushing Jimmy’s head back up on the mattress, purring, “There you go, my beautiful Jimmy. My beautiful, perfect boy.”

The rush of blood pouring back into his skull made Jimmy’s vision blur, totally limp as Cold gently began to wipe off his face. He was smiling dumbly, his jaw and throat screaming in protest from the abuse, but he felt completely satisfied down to the marrow of his bones.

He’d done it. He’d deepthroated that huge cock, and he’d loved every second of it. He hadn’t even choked once, beaming proudly at Cold as he slipped into bed beside him.

“You were wonderful,” Cold purred, continuing to fuss and clean off Jimmy’s face, peppering his efforts with soft kisses. “I’ll have Jerry bring you some hot chocolate to help with your throat. I know you must be sore…”

“Mini-marshmallows?” Jimmy croaked hopefully.

“Absolutely,” Cold chuckled fondly. “Consider this a very successful lesson, Mr. Poe. You’re a very fast learner.” His icy eyes shone with mischief and danger, purring slyly, “Mmmm, I can’t wait to see what I teach you next…”

Sexy Saturday 09/14/2019

It’s Sexy Saturday time, my darlings! Today is a steeeeamy one from the vaults. It’s a random little drabble of smut and the ending may surprise you; remember, Boss Cold would never share! XD

Warnings for MMM/NSFW/DP smut! Enjoy! <333


“Can you take it all, Mr. Poe?” Cold’s impossibly smooth voice drawled, his fingers like brands against Jimmy’s skin as he squeezed his hips. It was a challenge, asking again, “Can you?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy croaked, his arms tugging against the ropes keeping them pinned in place at his back. “I can take you both, sir.”

“Mmm, dunno, Boss,” Jules’ gravelly tone rumbled, a thick finger testing the stretch of Jimmy’s hole. “Still feels real fuckin’ tight.”

“I can do it this time,” Jimmy pleaded, his cock jumping insistently as he writhed in Cold’s lap. “I can take it, sir.”

He was straddled across Cold’s lap, his ass already stretched by eager fingers and thick toys, trussed up like a gorgeous present for Jules and Cold to enjoy. Neither one had given a single taste of cock yet, and Jimmy was dying to be filled.

Cold lifted Jimmy’s chin, his icy eyes scanning over his face as he purred, “So eager for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined, arching his ass back towards Jules behind him, hoping he would give him something.

A hard crack across his cheeks was what he earned, Jules growling, “Easy now… did Boss say you could have my cock yet?”

“No, Mr. Price,” Jimmy cried softly, tears in his eyes from the sting and the shame. He was so hungry for penetration, trying to press down against Cold’s thighs for some relief.

Cold slowly unbuttoned his pants to release his cock, looking over Jimmy thoughtfully. He was fully dressed as usual, Jimmy naked except for the ropes tying his arms back. Jules had removed his shirt, but his pants were merely bunched down around his knees.

Jimmy could feel the heat coming off both of them in heavy waves, the tension thickening as he waited for something to finally give. Cold was rubbing his cock against his so softly that he wanted to scream because it wasn’t enough, and Jules’ was teasing against his asscheek and sure to send him into absolute madness.

“Let Jules fuck you first,” Cold finally decided with a small tilt of his head.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy nodded, bowing his head down against Cold’s chest, offering his ass up to the large man behind him.

Jules chuckled softly, rough hands spreading Jimmy’s cheeks as he slid his cock up against his hole. “Thanks, Boss. I’ll fuck him real good for you.”

“Much obliged,” Cold purred, petting his long fingers through Jimmy’s hair.

Jimmy’s breath became frantic, reaching a high pitch when Jules began to push inside of him. The first few inches slid in flawlessly, gasping loudly and his hands clawing at the air. Jules was thick, very thick, and he felt so full already.

“Damn, Boss,” Jules groaned, fucking into Jimmy with quick thrusts. “He feels fuckin’ fantastic… no wonder you love playin’ with him so much.”

“Isn’t he perfect?” Cold said proudly, clearly enjoying showing Jimmy off.

Jimmy moaned as Jules pushed in all the way, pulling back slowly only to slam right back in and make him cry out. He panted and whined, Jules fucking him so hard that he was sliding up Cold’s lap.

Cold was watching Jimmy’s face intently, chuckling devilishly as he said, “Mmm, look at him, taking all of your cock… and I bet he still wants more.”

Jimmy couldn’t deny it, his eyes pleading up at Cold as he gasped, “Pl-please!”

“What do you think, Jules?” Cold asked coyly. “Think we’ll both fit?”

“Let me fuck him a little more,” Jules replied, his big hands squeezing Jimmy’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart to watch his cock moving in and out of his slick hole. “Why don’t you fuck his face a bit, huh? I bet he’d like that.”

“Mmm, would you like that, Mr. Poe?” Cold taunted, grabbing a firm handful of Jimmy’s hair.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy begged, his body jerking from Jules’ ruthless thrusting. “Please. Let me suck your dick.”

“First, you need to thank Jules for what a good job he’s doing,” Cold insisted. “He’s being so very nice to you, letting you have his cock.”

“Thank you, Mr. Price,” Jimmy obediently panted, groaning as Jules fucked him a little harder. “Thank you so much…”

“Thank you for what?” Cold pressed. “Use your words, Mr. Poe. Tell Jules what you’re thankful for.”

Jules slowed down immediately, playing right along with the little game. He grinned, sticking a finger inside Jimmy’s hole alongside his cock, teasing, “Yeah, come on… tell me.”

Jimmy shuddered shamefully, stammering, “Th-thank you for your cock. Thank you for fucking me so good with it…” He mewled pitifully when Jules added a second finger to his stretched hole, moaning, “Thank you for making me feel so good.”

“That’s better,” Cold praised, pushing Jimmy down towards his cock, grinning as he eagerly took him into his mouth. “Such a good boy for me…”

Jules started up again, fucking Jimmy hard and playfully smacking his ass. Cold held Jimmy firmly in place and began to thrust his hips upwards, his cock brushing up against the back of Jimmy’s throat until he almost gagged.

“Easy,” Cold soothed. “Relax… you can take it, I know you can.”

Jimmy mumbled lightly, but obeyed, opening up his throat and swallowing down as Cold pushed inside. Tears glistened in his eyes, his body aching with passion as Cold started slamming his cock into his mouth. He let his jaw relax, Cold fucking his face savagely.

“Takes it like he was made for it,” Jules commented, grunting as he gave Jimmy’s ass a good smack.

“He’s such a good boy,” Cold purred happily, “Mmmm, Mr. Poe. You look so fuckin’ pretty all full of cock… you love this, don’t you. Sucking me off while Jules is inside of you.”

Jimmy moaned, wishing he could speak, but Cold already knew he loved every second. It was heaven to be used so roughly, speared magnificently at both ends and hearing these men sing his praises.

“Maybe next time I’ll let all the Gentleman have a turn with you,” Cold suggested, gritting his teeth as he continued to thrust his hips. “Tamerlane, Lorre, Valdemar… let them all fuck you, fill you up until all their come is just pouring out of your cute little ass…”

Jimmy’s cheeks burned, flushing bright red all over at how hot that sounded. Christ, it made his cock so hard it throbbed to think about being that full. He could imagine it so clearly, all of those men having their with his tight little body, one after another. He whined quietly, closing his eyes.

“Fuck, Boss,” Jules growled, “You’re gonna make me come talkin’ so dirty. His ass just feels too fuckin’ good, I want bust in him so badly.”

“Mmmm, give it a rest, Jules,” Cold ordered, pulling Jimmy off his cock to let him breathe, “You’re not coming until I say so, not until we’re both filling him up.”

Jules nodded, slowing down to a crawl and pulling out. He rubbed the head of his cock all around Jimmy’s gaping hole. He reached between Jimmy’s legs, fondling his balls and his leaking cock. “Fuck, he is so fuckin’ wet,” he snickered, “He’s fuckin’ dripping.”

“Let me see,” Cold purred, reaching down to caress Jimmy’s cock.

Jimmy moaned, biting down on his lip and doing everything in his willpower not to come. Cold’s fingers were playing in the wetness all around his head while Jules’ thick fingers squeezed his shaft and rubbed his balls. He loved having both men touching him, and it was just enough pressure he could send himself off the edge of bliss.

But no, not yet.

He hadn’t been given permission.

“Beautiful,” Cold sighed, removing his hand and licking over his fingers. He kissed Jimmy’s forehead, pursing his lips in a thought pout as he said, “I think you’re ready, Mr. Poe.”

“God, yes, sir. Please,” Jimmy nodded eagerly.

“Come here,” Cold commanded, grabbing Jimmy’s waist and pulling him forward. He added a fresh coat of lube to his cock, guiding Jimmy’s slowly down on top of it. “There you go, take it all… good boy.”

Jimmy sighed contently, the familiar feeling of his boyfriend inside of him was always perfection. He gasped when he felt Jules already pressing behind him, rubbing his cock eagerly around his hole.

“Now,” Cold said sternly, petting Jimmy’s cheek, “You’re going to take both of us like a good boy, Mr. Poe. Once we’ve used up your tight little hole, then you can come. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied, his lip trembling in anticipation.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jules agreed, grumbling pleasurably as the head of his cock began to press in.

Jimmy gasped, trying to instinctively shy away from the new intrusion, but Cold held him firmly in place. He whimpered, his gasp escalating into a frantic moan when he felt Jules’ thick cock pressing in alongside Cold’s. The stretch was incredible, his head falling against Cold’s chest as he sobbed.

“Perfect fit,” Cold praised, cradling Jimmy close and petting his hair.

Jules pushed deeper, sliding back and forth with delicate precision, making sure that Jimmy was open enough to really take them both without injury. Cold didn’t move for now, simply held Jimmy and kissed his hair soothingly.

Jimmy moaned as Jules finally pushed all the way in, amazed that they had both actually fit inside of him, his cock pulsing and balls aching from being so full.

“He’s good and open,” Jules said with a grin. “Can’t wait to fill him the fuck up.”

“Patience,” Cold scolded lightly, gently tilting Jimmy’s head up so he could look at him. He smiled, telling him, “We’re going to fuck you now, Mr. Poe. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied obediently. He tried to take a deep breath, but it was stolen away as Cold bucked his hips up. Jules followed with a quick thrust that made him cry out, and Cold slammed into him again. They each took turns, their cocks working in tandem as they each thrusted up inside of him.

Jules was impatient, grabbing the rope that held Jimmy’s arms and pulling until he was sitting up straight. He began fucking him hard, bouncing his hips down on Cold’s cock, working in sync to slam into his slick hole. “Such a good fuckin’ boy, takin’ all this fuckin’ cock,” Jules purred, biting at Jimmy’s shoulder.

All Jimmy could do was sob and scream, marveling at how full he was as both men’s cocks moved inside of him. He was at the very limit of what his body could take, moaning deliciously when Jules slowed down so Cold could pound up into him.

Cold began to stutter, clearly resisting the urge to come so soon, and Jules began to roughly fuck Jimmy again. The sounds of their cocks moving together was wet and dirty, Jimmy’s face burning with the heat of so much stimulation. He began to lose track of whose hands were where, whimpering when someone pinched his nipples.

“Gettin’ close, Boss,” Jules warned, panting hard.

“Stop,” Cold ordered. “Come closer to me.”

Jules whined, but obeyed, scooting up as close as he could with Jimmy between them.

“Mr. Poe,” Cold said, his voice calm although he was a bit breathless, “Fuck yourself on our cocks. Make us come in you…”

“Oh, God,” Jimmy whimpered. It was one thing to let Jules and Cold fuck him. He didn’t know if he could stand to do it himself, lifting his hips up on shaking legs and dropping down with a loud groan. “I don’t know… I…”

“Don’t you want to come?” Cold teased, petting Jimmy’s cock in the same sweet way he had been petting his hair.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted, more determined now with this new motivation. He had to tilt his hips to get the angle right, pulling away and pushing back down with a loud cry. He could feel their cocks stretching his hole with every movement, he could hear the wet slide of flesh, and he loved it when he bottomed out on both of them, maddeningly full.

Because his arms were still tied, he only use his legs to power his movements, fucking himself on their thick cocks as fast as he could. He adored how he could make both of these powerful men gasp and moan so shamelessly, fucking himself even harder, his cock bouncing against his stomach as he moved.

“Boss,” Jules gasped in warning.

“Me, too.” Cold was right there with him, nodding as he panted, “Come on, Jules… come with me.”

Jimmy whined desperately, bouncing his ass frantically. He screamed when Jules and Cold suddenly took back over, Jules roughly grabbing his hips and ferociously unloading inside of him.

Cold was shuddering all over, bucking his hips up as they both pumped their come deep in Jimmy’s ass.

Jimmy could feel the hot seed already dribbling out of him, sobbing as they continued to fuck him, the sensation so much more slick now from their loads. “Please,” he pleaded tearfully, “I need to come…”

“You’ve been such a good boy,” Cold panted, his hips still rocking as he grabbed Jimmy’s weeping dick. “You can come now… come on, Mr. Poe. Come for us.”

Jimmy sobbed and jerked, thrusting into Cold’s hand as he slammed down on the thick cocks still stuffed inside of him. He came so hard that his head felt light, twitching as he spilled all over Cold’s hand.


It was absolutely heaven.

Jimmy collapsed against Cold’s chest, sobbing lightly from being fucked so thoroughly and experiencing such an intense orgasm, crying, “Thank you, sir… thank you, Mr. Price… my, God… thank you.”

“You are very welcome,” Cold sighed happily, his cock sliding out carefully. “Mmm, Jules, why don’t you get Mr. Poe all cleaned up,” he suggested, rubbing the back of Jimmy’s neck affectionately.

“Would love to,” Jules rumbled eagerly. He pulled out with a grunt, patting Jimmy’s hip. “Come on, lift up that pretty ass for me.”

Jimmy was trembling from absolute muscle failure, but he forced his noodly legs to move, arching his back and offering himself to Jules. He felt so empty now, gasping when Jules’ tongue was there to fill him back up, licking and sucking at the lovely mess left behind.

Jules reached in with his fingers, teasing in a small circle as he scooped up some of the liquids with his fingers, greedily sucking them into his mouth. “He tastes really fuckin’ good full of our load…”

“I bet he does,” Cold chuckled, kissing Jimmy’s forehead as he began to untie the ropes.

Jimmy’s arms felt sore and numb, murmuring happily as Cold’s skilled fingers massaged feeling back into them. He had to kiss him, sighing sweetly as Jules continued to lick between his legs. “I love you,” he gushed, cradling his boyfriend’s gorgeous face, “so very much.”

“I know,” Cold replied passionately, his eyes warm and full of affection.

“I’m gettin’ emotional down here,” Jules mumbled, chuckling as his tongue gave Jimmy’s stretched hole one last hungry lick.

Jimmy laughed, groaning softly as he felt something thick and hard pushing into him, gasping, “Wh-what is that?”

“Plugging your pretty hole up,” Jules informed him, patting his butt affectionately. “Keepin’ you nice and open… ’cause we are definitely doin’ that again.”

“Definitely,” Cold agreed.

Jimmy blushed, snuggling up against Cold. He sighed happily when Jules joined them, enjoying the press of his hot body against his back. He closed his eyes, satisfied from head to toe. He definitely needed a break before going another round, and maybe something to eat.

“Breakfast,” he heard Cold say.

“Breakfast,” Jimmy mumbled contently. “That’s a great idea.”

“Breakfast is ready,” Cold said more firmly, his fingers softly moving through Jimmy’s hair. “Wake up.”

Jimmy blinked, his eyes snapping open and looking around in confusion. Jules was nowhere to be seen, and Jimmy was wearing the same pajamas from last night. Cold was dressed for the day, always the early riser, nudging a tray of food towards him.

A dream, Jimmy realized, his face flushing brightly.
It was all a dream.

“Something the matter?” Cold asked smoothly, quirking a curious brow.

“I’m good,” Jimmy squeaked, clearing his throat, reaching down to readjust himself. God, just thinking about his dream was getting him hot. “I’m so very good.”

Cold smirked, deciding to move the tray of food to the foot of the bed, sitting down beside Jimmy. He knew his boyfriend’s body language very well, his hands sliding the front of his pajamas as he teased, “How good?”

Jimmy moaned when Cold’s nimble fingers ghosted over the hard bulge in his pants, nodding as he replied, “Oh, sooo very good.”

“What’s got you so worked up this morning?” Cold purred, teasing along the length of his shaft.

“I-I had this really sexy dream,” Jimmy admitted, his eyes fluttering as Cold continued to caress him. “It was you… and Jules… and… it was really freakin’ hot.”

“Why, Mr. Poe,” Cold chuckled, clearly delighted, slipping his hand down into Jimmy’s pants to squeeze his cock, “You naughty boy…”

“Oh, God,” Jimmy gasped, his hips bucking up slowly into Cold’s palm. He loved how Cold was looking at him right now, hungry and wanting. “Uh huh,” he confirmed, smiling shyly, “It was very, very naughty.”

“Well, then,” Cold purred in that perfectly velvet voice of his, “Why don’t you tell me all about it?”

Sexy Saturday 09/07/2019

Hi kitties! Welcome to another Sexy Saturday! Yay! Today, I am going to share with you something a little bit different.

I wrote this after CHC because I couldn’t get this scene out of my head – what exactly did happen in the back of the Nova with Tamerlane and Lorre?

Warnings for NSFW/rough sexy times/potty mouths


Mickey Tamerlane already knew exactly what he was going to do first when he stepped outside of prison as a free man. He flipped off every last guard he could see and pissed right out on the street.

He smiled happily as he zipped his pants up, laughing to himself. He hoped this was the last time he ever saw this wretched place, grinning when he saw his 1972 Nova SS pull up in front of him with Julian Price at the wheel.

Right on time.

Jules made the engine roar, grinning slyly as he put it in park and stepped out to greet him.

“Hey, hey now,” Tamerlane snorted. “Be careful with Baby.” He gave Jules a quick hug, clapping him on the back.

“Hey, I brought her, didn’t I?” Jules protested, gesturing to the car. “Took really good care of her while you were in.”

“Keys,” Tamerlane demanded, holding out his hand.

“Fine,” Jules grumbled, slapping them into Tamerlane’s waiting palm. “Party pooper.”

Tamerlane grinned, sliding into the driver’s seat. Fuck, it was almost better than sex. Almost. The leather fitting all around him, the grip of the steering wheel, all that power beneath his feet. He smirked at Jules as he got in, revving the engine and purring, “Buckle up.”

Jules eagerly strapped in, laughing as Tamerlane took off, switching gears like a maniac as he raced away. He was too happy to put the prison behind him, groaning lovingly as his car growled and purred, the engine rumbling beautifully as he drove.

“Just drop me off at my place,” Jules instructed. “Cold is throwing you a little party tonight. Welcome home and all that shit.”

“Whole gang will be there, huh?” Tamerlane asked with a smirk.

“Including your boy Lorre,” Jules noted.

Tamerlane drove faster, gritting his teeth as he snapped, “Not mine anymore.”

“Fine, fuckin’ touchy,” Jules snorted. They didn’t say another word, driving in a comfortable silence until Tamerlane dropped Jules off.

Jules shook his hand before departing, saying, “Go handle your shit. We’ll see you tonight. Cold is plannin’ something.”

Tamerlane grinned. “Can’t wait.”

He took off the second Jules was safely out of the car. His apartment keys were in his personal effects the prison gave back to him, glad to finally be home.

He didn’t have too long before the party, making sure everything was in its proper place just as he had left it. To his surprise, he found a new suit hanging up in his closet.

Definitely from the Boss.

Cold had taken good care of Tamerlane while he was locked up, and he was going to make sure the man knew he appreciated it.

He got ready, taking a ridiculously long and scalding hot shower before getting dressed. If he happened to splash on the cologne that he knew was Lorre’s favorite, he told himself it was just a coincidence.

Tamerlane went down to his car, happily sliding in the driver’s seat and listening to the engine purr. He kissed the steering wheel, sighing contently. He had missed his Baby… and maybe one other person in particular he would die before admitting.

Of course, when he arrived at Cold’s estate, that one particular asshole happened to be standing outside. Tamerlane glared, his insides twisted up by a mix of longing and rage.

Roger Lorre.

He stepped out of the car, intending on walking right by him and ignoring that cheating prick completely.

“Who picked you up?” Lorre asked, his arms crossing over his chest.

“The fuck do you care,” Tamerlane snorted, leaning his hip against the car door. He felt trapped by Lorre’s intense gaze, trying not to stare back too hard.

Fuck, he looked good.

“You could have called me,” Lorre said, taking a few steps closer.

“And interrupt you and Pym? Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tamerlane sneered, trying to focus on his anger.

“It was one fucking time! You were gone! I didn’t know for how long!” Lorre exploded passionately, suddenly right in Tamerlane’ face. “I was fucking lonely! It was a mistake, I already tried to apologize-“

“Fuck you! Like I wasn’t fuckin’ lonely, too?” Tamerlane growled, snatching Lorre by the front of his shirt. “I was in fucking prison! I was fucking miserable! I couldn’t even get a fucking drink, couldn’t take a shit without some pig watching me! Do you know how many guys wanted to be my bitch, huh? And oh, look at that, my dick magically stayed right in my fucking pants.”

“You got like ten fucking years! Ten years, Tamerlane! I didn’t know if Cold could get you out! What did you expect me to do!” Lorre shoved Tamerlane back. “Wait for you?”

“It never even crossed your mind, did it?” Tamerlane was visibly stung, shaking his head. “You fuckin’ piece of shit. You selfish fucking slut, fuck you.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you!” Tamerlane seethed, the rage boiling between them was palpable and intense, roughly grabbing for Lorre’s shoulders. “God, how I fucking hate you.”

“I hate you, too!” Lorre snapped, his hand clawing at Tamerlane’ shoulders. “You arrogant, stupid bastard.”

Tamerlane snarled, grabbing a tight fistful of Lorre’s hair, dragging him into a angry kiss.

Lorre growled and bit Tamerlane’ lip harshly, his fists pounding into his chest in protest, snarling, “You fucking scum sucking bastard!”

“Ball gargling whore,” Tamerlane shot back, licking at his bleeding lip.

Lorre melted immediately, groaning, “Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty.” He grabbed Tamerlane’ face, kissing him madly, grinding as close as he could.

Tamerlane hated how easy it was for him to give in, to forget how Lorre had hurt him. He adored him, all of his flaws, every last fucked up bit of him.

No one got his blood pumping like this Lorre. Not another soul could ever compare.

Tamerlane purred, kissing Lorre deeply, his hands all over him. His shoulders, his hips, his ass; God yes, his ass. He’d thought about that ass for months in prison, getting a good handful and squeezing hard.

Lorre gasped, their teeth hitting as their kiss deepened, dragging his fingers over Tamerlane’ skull. He knew he wasn’t a good person; then again, neither was Tamerlane. But they were so good together. They were so good at this.

“Backseat?” Tamerlane asked, though it wasn’t much of a question. He already knew where this was going.

“Don’t you have a party to get to?” Lorre laughed breathlessly.

“We’ll have our own little party,” Tamerlane sighed, nosing along Lorre’s jaw, squeezing his hips. “Just me and you.”

Lorre grinned slyly, already pushing Tamerlane aside and crawling into the back of the car. He started unbuttoning his pants, asking, “Still keep lube in the glove compartment?”

“Towel, too. And condoms,” Tamerlane snorted, grabbing what they needed, “Ain’t fuckin’ you without one, you fucking whore.”

Lorre rolled his eyes, shoving his pants down and rolling onto his stomach as he hissed, “Shut the fuck up, you whiny bitch. Just fuck me already.”

“Fuck you,” Tamerlane growled, pulling out his cock and sliding the condom on. He roughly slid a splash of lube between Lorre’s cheeks and added some more to his cock, panting eagerly.

“Come the fuck on,” Lorre snapped impatiently, glancing over his shoulder. He spread his legs, his feet tapping the side window as he tried to get comfortable.

Tamerlane straddled him, his cock hanging hard and eager, pressing against Lorre’s thigh. He shoved Lorre’s face down against the seat, gripping his hair cruelly, snapping, “Shut the fuck up, fuck, you never fucking shut up!”

“What’s wrong? Can’t get it up?” Lorre sneered. “Prison got your junk all fucked up?”

“Ohhhh, fuck you,” Tamerlane laughed, seething as he lined himself up, pushing in deep. “Goddamn…”

Lorre moaned low in sympathy, gasping as Tamerlane began to thrust. That perfect moment when they were fully joined, both panting and gasping, was one Lorre never wanted to lose. He wished it could last forever.

“Can’t believe how tight you are,” Tamerlane sighed adoringly, adding with a little snort, “Especially with all that dick you’ve been takin’ on the side.”

“This is it? Are you just gonna talk?” Lorre asked dryly, “or are we gonna fuck?”

Tamerlane gave no reply except to slam his hips forward, both men groaning loudly. God, it felt so good. It had been so long for him, and Lorre was incredible. He had to concentrate on holding off or he was gonna bust on the spot.

Lorre lifted up his ass, pushing himself back to meet Tamerlane for every thrust, crying out, “Fuck! God, yes. Just like that, just like that.”

Tamerlane fucked him hard, their combined breath already starting to fog up the back windows. He let his legs and hips do all the work, pounding Lorre’s body down into the seat, growling ferociously.

“Fuck, yeah,” he snarled. “I don’t care who you fuck, nobody else can fuck you like I can.”

“Fuckin’ prove it,” Lorre laughed between groans.

Tamerlane was good. No, he was more than good; he was fantastic. But it required a special kind of persuasion to get him really going. He had to piss him off.

Tamerlane pressed his body down until he was completely flush against Lorre, hissing, “I fuckin’ hate you.”

“Not as much as I fuckin’ hate you, you bald prick,” Lorre shot back. He saw the burning rage in Tamerlane’s face, and he knew he’d won.

Tamerlane started fucking him even harder, angry and unstable, their bodies slapping loudly as they collided. The very car began to rock, its wobble fueled by Tamerlane’ furious hips.

Lorre groaned and grunted, his lips parting in absolute bliss. He clawed at the seats, letting Tamerlane fuck him as brutally as he wanted. He had missed this so much, gasping when Tamerlane bowed his head and roughly bit his shoulder.

Tamerlane kept thrusting, never ceasing, even when there was a tap on the windshield. He looked up to see Jules standing there, giving him a friendly wave. Tamerlane grinned in returned, his rhythm not faltering for a moment.

“Fuck, who was that?” Lorre panted.

“Jules,” Tamerlane replied breathlessly, sliding his hand down Lorre’s arm and tangling their fingers together. His thrusts were still hard, but he was slowing down, pushing as deep as he could each time.

Lorre grunted when Tamerlane bottomed out inside of him, squeezing his hand, hissing, “Fuck… I missed you.”

Tamerlane kissed the side of Lorre’s face, his ear, sighing, “I missed you, too.”

From there it was nothing but loving rolls of Tamerlane’s hips, mouthing along Lorre’s throat and jaw, the intensity no longer fueled by rage but by something deeper.

Every day while in prison Tamerlane had thought about Lorre.

He was an itch he couldn’t scratch away, a fucking splinter stuck under his skin that he couldn’t dig out no matter how hard he tried. Even when he had learned of Lorre’s infidelity, his desire wasn’t diluted in the slightest. In a strangely maddening way, it made him want Lorre even more.

Tamerlane wanted to prove that no matter where he strayed, no one could ever make him feel like he could.

No one else could ever love him like he did.

Lorre was crying out from every adoring slam, tilting his hips up to perfect the angle, kissing and sucking at Tamerlane’ fingers.

Tamerlane slid his thumb over Lorre’s lower lip, kissing his cheek, starting to pick up the pace once more. “Fuck, gettin’ close…”

“Come on, baby,” Lorre snarled, groaning desperately. “Come on… fuckin’ get that nut.”

Tamerlane hammered Lorre’s body mercilessly, roaring as he came, grunting as he spilled everything he had. He was out of breath, sweating, kissing at Lorre’s face, panting, “Come on. I wanna watch you come.”

Lorre reached underneath himself, starting to stroke himself to completion until Tamerlane snapped, “Not on the fucking seat! Roll the fuck over.”

The only thing in the world that could possibly compete for Tamerlane’ affection was this car.

Lorre growled as Tamerlane pulled out and moved off of him, swinging his body around so he was on his back. He pulled Tamerlane down for a damp kiss, sighing appreciatively when he felt Tamerlane’ fingers grabbing his cock.

“There you go,” Tamerlane mumbled, jerking him faster and faster, making him twitch and whimper. “Come on. Get it, baby, come on.”

Lorre kissed Tamerlane hard, sliding their tongues together as he chased his climax. Tamerlane kissed him until he couldn’t breathe, gasping as the pressure down in his loins snapped, his hips stuttering as he came all over himself.

His head smacked against the seat, grinning happily as Tamerlane worked him through it, moaning, “Fuck, yeah…”

When Tamerlane was sure Lorre was finally spent, he wiped off his hand on the towel. He tossed it at Lorre to clean himself up, shifting over in the seat.

“So…” Lorre said, sitting up and adjusting himself, wiggling back into his pants.

“So?” Tamerlane echoed, getting dressed against as well and tying off the condom.

“We doin’ this again?” Lorre asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“Depends on you,” Tamerlane said softly.


“Yeah, whether you can keep your dick in line,” Tamerlane replied bitterly.

Lorre reached for his hand, soothing, “I’m here, aren’t I? I don’t want anyone else but you. I mean it.”

Tamerlane hesitated, but gave Lorre’s hand a small squeeze. He met Lorre’s gaze, searching his face for some degree of certainty. “Well,” he said, pressing close for a rough kiss, “don’t make me fucking regret it.”

Sexy Saturday 08/31/2019

Hey kits and kittens! Welcome to the very first official Sexy Saturday! Today’s little treat is another cut scene from the original manuscript of CHC!

This was the first ending for Chapter 23 before I decided to chop it for length. Hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings for NSFW/spankings/belts


Cold smirked; that damned beautiful smirk. He pushed Jimmy down to his knees, starting to unbuckle his pants as he purred, “Well… it is my birthday, isn’t it? Go on and show me, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy beamed up at him, licking his lips eagerly as he happily replied “Yes, sir.”

Cold pulled out his cock, half hard and presenting himself to Jimmy like an offering.

Jimmy lunged forward, grabbing the base and eagerly taking all he could into his mouth. He swirled his tongue all around it, groaning contently, his eyes fluttering as he gazed up at Cold. He used his other hand to touch, to caress, to show exactly how beautiful he thought Cold was.

Cold gasped quietly when Jimmy’s fingers found his balls, watching him pull off for a quick breath and running his tongue all over them. He suckled each one lovingly into his mouth before diving back onto his cock, his hands both now moving to squeeze Cold’s hips.

Cold let Jimmy suck and moan all he wanted, gently petting his hair, praising, “Mmmm, I’m starting to think you’re the beautiful one… because you look positively angelic with your lips wrapped around me.”

Jimmy blushed at the praise, encourage to suck even harder, taking all he could down his throat until his eyes watered and he gagged. Still determined, he kept going, pushing himself to take it all and he loved to Cold hear groaning.

He was usually so quiet, but now he was growling such lewd things, murmuring, “Yes, suck it down, Mr. Poe. Take all my cock, fuck, you look so good choking on my fucking cock…”

Jimmy wanted to taste him, wanted him to come in his mouth, whining when Cold stopped him by tugging him off by his hair.

“As fantastic as that is,” Cold panted, sounding surprisingly out of breath, “I have other plans for you, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy pouted, but obeyed, licking his lips to get every last taste of Cold he could, nodding, “Yes, sir.”

Cold grunted as he tucked his erection into his pants, sitting down on the chaise at the foot of the bed. He sighed softly, his eyes moving over Jimmy’s lean body. “Strip for me. Slowly.”

Jimmy smiled and blushed, moving to slide his jacket off his shoulders as he stood up. He took his time, swaying his hips to music playing inside his head. He hummed softly, carefully unfastening his shirt and letting it join his jacket on the floor.

He was especially slow as he opened up his pants, wiggling them with his underwear down his hips inch by inch, grinning as his hard cock sprang out. He slowly stepped out of them, peeling off his socks, proudly standing naked before Cold.

“Come here,” Cold said, gazing hungrily over Jimmy and patting his lap with a coy smile.

Jimmy eagerly stretched out across Cold’s thighs, his erection trapped between his stomach and Cold’s leg, groaning at the pressure.

Cold’s hand rubbed over Jimmy’s cheeks in soothing circles, taunting, “I think birthday spankings are in order, don’t you?”

“You’re the birthday boy,” Jimmy replied with a small laugh, his ass flexing instinctively. “Aren’t you supposed to get the spankings?”

“Oh, but it’s my birthday,” Cold drawled, “and I want to give them all to you. All forty five of them.”

“Christ,” Jimmy whimpered, silently chanting the safe word over and over in case he needed it.

“Are you ready, Mr. Poe?” Cold purred.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, sharply inhaling.

Cold raised his hand and to Jimmy’s surprise, only lightly tapped his cheek. “One.” He gently tapped him again. “Two…”

“That’s it?” Jimmy croaked dumbly, not understanding what Cold was playing at it.

Cold reared his arm back, snapping his palm across both cheeks with a loud crack, taunting, “Three.”

Jimmy cried out, panting as he began to see the little game Cold was setting up for them. He would be gentle at first, teasing him with the thrill of pain to come before spanking him hard and viciously.

Jimmy’s ass was getting raw, burning, his head hanging down as he struggled to contain his moans. He never knew which hit was going to hurt, which ones would be kind, twisting in agony when Cold delivered a particularly sharp smack.

All the way up to forty two Cold counted, making sure the forty second was especially mean, teasing, “I can see my handprints all over your lovely little ass.” He petted him gently, giving his hip a squeeze, praising, “You did very well.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy whined softly.

“Three more left… but I have something else in mind,” Cold purred wickedly, his hands moving away and Jimmy could hear the rattle of his belt buckle.

“Fuck,” Jimmy whimpered, squirming in Cold’s lap. He knew what was coming next.

Cold chuckled quietly, sliding the cool leather across Jimmy’s tender flesh. “Are you ready, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, taking a big breath.

The first crack of the belt made Jimmy cry out, a line of fire racing across his cheeks that burned ferociously. It stung and throbbed, Jimmy’s hands curling into tight fists. “Fuck!”

“Good boy, such a good boy for me,” Cold praised, whipping the belt down for the second strike.

Jimmy nearly came off Cold’s lap, wondering how if it was possible that he could hit the exact same place twice. It throbbed wickedly, tears springing up in his eyes, a broken moan getting trapped in his throat as he sobbed, “Fuuu-uck!”

“One more,” Cold assured him, pressing his hand at the small of Jimmy’s back as he whipped the belt across his ass a final time.

That strike made Jimmy’s spine ache, sobbing as he rocked his hips down against Cold’s thigh as if he could wiggle away from the pain. He whimpered as Cold gently petted his raw flesh, praising, “You were magnificent, Mr. Poe… you took them all so beautifully.”

“Thank you, sir.” Jimmy’s body went limp, his eyes closing as Cold continued to pet and massage his ass and lower back. He could still feel the burning lines pulsing across his ass, grinning softly as Cold’s fingers traced each one reverently.

“Can you walk, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked casually, clearly in no hurry, still rubbing away.

Jimmy tried wiggling his legs, laughing breathlessly. They felt tingly and weak from being stretched out like this for so long, replying, “Not even sure I can stand.”

“Come here,” Cold murmured, easily rolling Jimmy over in his lap, slipping his arms under his knees and his back. He stood up and carried him over to the bed. He set him down gently, tapping his thigh.

“Up on your knees,” he commanded.

Jimmy stretched out his body for a brief moment, whining as his tender ass rubbed against the sheets. He grunted, slowly getting into position, gasping when Cold roughly grabbed his hips. He arched his back, dropping onto his elbows, spreading his knees wide on the edge of the mattress.

“Perfect,” Cold purred happily at the beautiful display, again tracing the lines left from his belt then moving his fingers to play with Jimmy’s hole.
Jimmy gasped, pressing his face against the bed.

He was exposed and raw, groaning brokenly as Cold started to slide his fingers inside of him. He was so wrecked he hadn’t even heard him grabbing the lube, rocking back against his slick and probing fingers.

Jimmy was moaning, louder and louder, his erection still pounding away between his thighs. He whined when Cold was already pressing his cock up against his hole, begging, “God, yes, yes, please, fucking stick it me!”

“Language,” Cold gasped in feign shock, pulling away. “Who knew you had such a dirty mouth, Mr. Poe.”

“Please?” Jimmy asked desperately. “I’m just… I really, really want you.”

“You’ll ask me nicely or not speak at all,” Cold said sternly, Jimmy could hear the belt rattling behind him.

He tensed up, expecting another spanking.

“Open your mouth,” Cold ordered.

Jimmy obeyed, his eyes widening as Cold placed the strap of the belt in his mouth, groaning softly as Cold gave it a small tug. He pulled them back like reins, chuckling darkly.

Jimmy shivered, his tongue soaking up the taste of the earthy leather, whimpering loudly when Cold’s cock began to push against his ass again.

He tried to be quiet, only panting through his nose, and he was promptly rewarded with Cold’s thick cock stretching him out.

Cold began hammering his tight hole mercilessly, pulling the belt and forcing Jimmy’s head to tilt back. He was pulling so hard that Jimmy’s whole body was soon arching into every thrust, screaming over the leather and crying from the abuse.

He was overstimulated and shaking, the sides of his mouth aching from the leather tugging so cruelly. His hole was so full, the heat deep in his loins threatening to burst at any second.

When Cold spanked his sore cheeks and jerked the belt back, Jimmy screamed again, clawing at the sheets. Drool was quickly dribbling down his face, running down his neck and chest. It was all so intense, it burned, and he felt so fucking alive.

Cold snapped the belt again, forcing Jimmy to sit up, steering him back against his chest. The belt dropped away, snatching Jimmy’s hair and pulling him into a hot kiss. He started running his fingers all over the drool, licking and sucking it off of Jimmy’s chin.

Jimmy knew he didn’t usually touch Cold when they had sex like this, but he wanted it so badly. He reached back to grab at Cold’s ass, winding his arm around his neck to scratch his fingers through his hair. “So good,” Jimmy whined as Cold fucked him harder. “Fuck, it’s so good!”

Cold growled, using Jimmy’s own spit as lube as he grabbed his cock. He stroked him at the same feverish pace as his slamming hips, kissing and sucking at Jimmy’s mouth. “Come for me, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy’s lips parted in an ecstatic moan, thrusting eagerly into Cold’s tight grip. Cold was slamming his cock faster and faster and Jimmy had no idea who came first, but in seconds they were shuddering together, Jimmy’s whole body aching from the force of it.

“Oh, Rod,” Jimmy whimpered, pulling Cold’s hand and twisting their fingers together tight. He wished this bliss could last forever, his heart still pounding up in his throat. Cold was holding him so sweetly, nuzzling against his neck.

“Well, that was a lovely birthday present,” Cold sighed with a short laugh.

“Good,” Jimmy panted, grinning slyly. “Because that’s all I got you.”

“Mmm, I’m very happy, it was quite thoughtful,” Cold purred graciously. He gently helped Jimmy stretch back out on the bed, tenderly touching the sides of his face where the belt had been rubbing.

“So, do you feel beautiful yet?” Jimmy asked coyly, eagerly leaning into his hand.

“Not sure,” Cold drawled playfully. “We may need to do it again. Not sure if I feel pretty enough.”

“Well, huh, guess I’ll just have to keep trying,” Jimmy sighed dramatically. “I mean, crap, this might take the rest of our lives.”

Cold chuckled to himself, his eyes warm and soft, winking slyly at Jimmy. “Looking forward to it.”