Ora Pattiniamo [C]

A brow arched when DIck's cock twitched.

"Are you getting turned on by the ice, or me telling you how ice turns me on?" he asked.

He ran the melting cube slowly down his cock and over his balls again. By now it was only a tiny chip, and he pushed the tiny piece into Dick's entrance, to let it melt there.

"I-" Dick chocked out a noise when the tiny chip of ice was pressed inside him and he twisted in surprise. The sharp sting of ice was far more notable there, and he could feel it melt away into nothingness. A shiver crawled up his spine.

"Both," he gasped. "Both."

There was just a slither of blue around his diluted eyes when they to Fleck.

Fleck grinned as Dick gasped and writhed.

God, he loved how much Dick reacted. He was slow to start, but it had definitely picked up.

He fished a couple cubes out of the cup, and put them in his own mouth, crunching them down to smaller chunks.

Then, with his eyes sparkling, he hunched over his boyfriend, taking his cock into his cold mouth.

Dick followed Fleck with his eyes, confusion showing when he began to crunch on ice.

"Fuck!"

He arched, body spasming when it wasn't sure to pull away or to buck up into the mouth.

This is what he had been desperately waiting for all night. He just expected warmth to wrap around his cock, not an icy chill that burned and caused him to hiss and his cock to unexpectedly to twitch.

His eyes twinkled as he moved, cautiously sucking. It wasn't easy with a mouthful of small ice chips, but the delicate sucking was certainly enough to draw a reaction.

In the heat of Fleck's mouth the ice melted quickly, and little rivulets dribbled down Dick's cock to pool in his navel and run down to his inner thighs.

Dick let out an unrestrained noise as Fleck's began to lightly suck. It didn't even cross his mind to be embarrassed, crying out like it was the first time he was feeling Fleck's mouth around his cock.

His whole body spasmed again, uncertain to roll his hips up and push down. He could feel the cool wetness running down his flushed skin that made him shudder. A droplet on his chest rolled down his ribcage.

Fleck continued to tease Dick until he felt his cheeks going numb.

He pulled back, swallowing the water and small chips in his mouth. He exhaled a few times, trying to heat up his mouth with his breath. It didn't work well.

"Doing okay?" he asked, eyes on Dick's face. 

"Tell me if the ice gets too much."

Dick whimpered when Fleck left, and he lifted his hips in a futilely attempt to follow his lips. He slumped down on the bed.

Opening his eyes, he nodded, lips parted.

"Okay. I'm okay."

He still felt the chill between his legs, and he couldn't keep still, even as his body was ever so slowly becoming so accustomed to it.

"Good."

Fleck licked his lips and watched Dick for a long moment.

"Do you want to carry on with the ice?" He asked, reaching out for the cup and holding it up.

A blush was high on his cheeks when he nodded, slowly.

"Yes."

It was intense. It was different. But he liked it. The same way his thigh stung when Fleck slapped it repeatedly.

"Do you want to carry on tied up, or...?"

He picked a cube from the cup and let it plink back into the cup again, waiting for Dick's answer before he decided what his next step was/.

Dick's cock ached, still desperate for enough stimulation for release. The little bit he had received after nothing at all for so many hours just made him all the more starved for Fleck's touch.

After a slow breath, he nodded again.

"Yeah."

"Brave," he commented.

Fleck was never particularly nice when he had control. Dick was brave to take this choice when he was given an out.

He picked up an ice cube again and began tracing it slowly up and down the length of his cock.

"Or stupid," he replied, then hissed as the sharp sting of ice ran up his cock. Enough time had passed that he wasn't accustomed to it anymore.

His toes curled and he attempted to lift his legs and twist.

"Or that," he agreed.

That was something he would agree with. It took a special kind of stupid to agree to be tied down when your boyfriend had been teasing and torturing you for the past few hours.

He continued his slow up and down motion.

Dick's heels dug into the bad as he continued to squirm. His eyes squeezed shut, and it was all he could focus on was the chilled pressure.

"Very stupid," he said through gritted teeth. His hips rolled up as the ice slid down slowly, the flinched away.

"Very," he agreed with a grin.

He traced the ice up and back down again, carrying on over his balls again, then circling his entrance.

This piece was bigger than the one he'd pushed into him previously. Big enough to make his entrance stretch a little if he did push it in.

"Can I...?"

Dick arched his lower back as he felt the piece of ice press against his entrance, and it tightened.

He nibbled his lip at Fleck question, face flushed, mouth dry now faced with a decision. Cool water dripped between the cleft as he stalled.

He swallowed. Then nodded.

Everything else his boyfriend had done had felt good, one way or another. He trusted him.

Besides, Fleck certainly makes something up his ass look enjoyable.

Fleck licked his lips in anticipation and slowly began pushing the cube into him.

He pushed up, leaning over Dick's body so he could kiss him, long and slow as the cube was pushed in.

"Do you like that?" he murmured, close to Dick's lips. "Does the ice feel good?"

His entrance was unforgiving until he was kissed. The stretch was slight but still notable to dick. A small noise caught the back of his throat and he fumbled through the kiss.

He could feel it, the chill inside him, and it was surreal and strange. His toes and fingers closed and flexed, and his cock twitched at Fleck's question.

He nodded, eyes closed and brows furrowed, and his nose bumped against Fleck's. His breath felt hot against his skin.

"Do you?" He murmured.

He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it himself.

"Yeah," he breathed.

He pressed just the tip of his finger into him as he stole another firm kiss from him.

His kisses trailed lower, over Dick's throat.

Dick was sure that his heart jumped up into his throat as Fleck kissed it. He tightened around the finger and could feel the chill of ice spread through his stomach. He inhaled deeply through his nose, his swollen lip pulled between his teeth.

There was the click of metal as he squirmed, never one able to keep still, no matter the circumstances. Right then, nerves and anticipation prickled in him.

"Okay?" he asked.

He didn't want to do anything Dick felt uncomfortable with, and Dick had a habit of enduring things then complaining about them later. He didn't want that to happen here.

He needed to make sure Dick was okay with everything that was happening.

Dick paused, then nodded, opening his eyes to try and find Fleck's. His breathing was deep and slow, and the small of his back was damp.

"Yeah," he murmured, voice low. "It's a lot, but yeah."

There was another pause.

"I love you."

Another way of saying; I trust you.

"I won't push anymore."

If it was a lot, then they'd leave it at this level. He didn't want to push Dick too much and make him too uncomfortable.

He pushed his fingertip in just a little more then pulled it out, leaning down for another kiss.