Staring right into my eyes, he shook his head the tiniest bit, and my heart squeezed to know he was so untouched.
Again, I couldn’t resist. “I want to touch you, Flurry. I want to touch all of you.” I gave him the smallest tug toward me. “Will you let me?”
I’d been thinking that I’d go slow, ease him into everything. Trace his eyebrows, that cute little nose, those lips. But I suddenly had him back on top of me and mauling my mouth like he needed my kiss to save his life.
“Whoa,” I said, pushing his shoulder away. “Flurry, baby, wait a minute.”
His blushing vanished and eyes went wide as hepulled back farther, and I knew we were seconds away from his embarrassment turning into anger.
“Not stop,” I hastened to say, “just slow down.” I wrapped an arm around his waist to stop him from getting away and realized— “Oh, fuck, you’re naked.” I had a handful of his pert little ass before I knew I’d moved my hand.
“Milo,” he whispered, and I wasn’t sure what his tone meant. Warning? Encouragement?
“Before you tell me to stop or scream for your guards or something equally awful, please know that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about touching you since I got down off your breakfast table.”
He blinked. A few times. “I…haven’t either.”
Smiling, I got my other arm out from under the blankets and furs to wrap it around him, too. “Liked the view, huh?”
His blush returned as he grinned just enough to notice. I flexed my hand against his ass, his slightly textured skin teasing my fingertips, and spread my legs so one of his thighs could fall between them. I could feel his cock and knew he could feel mine. What did his look like? I couldn’t decide if I wanted more snow or smooth ice.
“Will you let me explore you?” I asked him and let go of his ass to caress up and down his back. “Touch and taste you everywhere?”
“Everywhere?” he whispered.
I nodded. “I’m really interested in sucking your cock, actually.”
That tiny gasp… Those were really doing it for me.
I rolled us over and took advantage of the position to kiss him. Slow, deep, I showed him why I’d wanted to ease up and take our time. He whimpered into my mouth, and I moaned to hear that. He opened up and let me in, making more tiny sounds of surrender as he clung to my shoulders. When he tried to wrap one of his long legs around my waist, I pulled back and grinned at him.
“You gonna let me suck you?”
He was nodding before I’d finished asking. “Please.”
I got up on my hands and knees over him and looked down. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I said upon seeing that his cock was white as snow and smooth as glass. I wrapped my hand around him, heard him gasp, and gasped myself. “It’s cool. Cold, I mean. The rest of you is a decent temp, but here… You’re like a popsicle on a warm day.”
“P-popsicle?”
I moved down to lick over the head of him. He jerked and gasped, making me grin all over again.
“A cold treat that you eat like this…” I dipped down and filled my mouth with his cock—heard his sweet startled cry—before sucking my way back off again.
“Oh, gods… Milo…” He sounded alarmed but his fingers were flexing in my hair a second later. He wasn’t asking me to stop.
I spread his legs wide and settled myself between them, a grin on my face as I got a good look at his snow balls. Swear to god, that’s what they were. But then I refocused on his nervous expression and gave his inner thigh a little kiss.
“You need a break, just let me know, but I’m going tosuck this beautiful cock of yours until I make you come down my throat.”
Wide eyes stared at me, but he nodded. I bent and got to work.
I had glass dildos at home. Different shapes, different sizes. I liked them because I could run cold water on them and they’d keep that chill for a good long while. And having more than one of them meant I could suck on one and have the other up my ass. Chilled from both ends.
Flurry’s cock was just like that, except that it didn’t matter how long I sucked and licked, he never warmed up. The smooth ice-like surface of his cock stayed just cold enough to keep me moaning right along with him. I gave him every technique I knew and could tell from the desperate noises he made that I was driving him closer and closer to the edge.
I deep-throated him, he pulled at my hair, and then a chilly-cold blast of cum shot down my throat. He wailed and went limp under me, his panting breaths the only sound now. I pulled off to look him over, pleased by what I could see of him.
I sat back and moaned at the flushed pink of his pale skin and the way he twitched. Spitting in my hand, I reached down to stroke myself as I stared at him lying there wrecked. He blinked like he was waking up, and then he was up on his knees and coming at me. He brushed my hand away, taking over the stroking of my cock himself. I let him and grabbed his throat to pull him in for a filthy kiss.
