When Isaac pulled away, he left the ice cube in Andrew’s mouth but ducked down to latch onto a nipple, sucking and biting playfully. Andrew gasped, unprepared for the cold, so Isaac bit down firmer, sucking the nipple and then licking unhurriedly like a soothing balm.
“Oh,” Andrew said, somewhere between a moan and recognition of what the ice was for.
“I owe you for the hot chocolate. Sound fair?”
Andrew shuddered as Isaac leaned over him again. He nodded, still sucking on what remained of the first ice cube. Isaac dove back in for more, the ice already smaller, melting quickly from Andrew’s heat and the added friction of their combined tongues across it.
Tucking himself into Andrew’s neck this time, Isaac sucked down to his clavicle and up again. He traced the rim of Andrew’s ear, over the cartilage, and then lightly inside with a cool breath of air making Andrew tremble and writhe, pumping up against him.
“Ah, ah, ah… none of that either,” Isaac whispered before sucking Andrew’s earlobe into his mouth. “Stay as still as you can.”
Andrew whined, hips stuttering as he fought to keep from moving.
“We’ll get there,” Isaac promised.
He returned to kiss away the ice in Andrew’s mouth, the last of it melting, so after he trailed a few promising chilled licks down to Andrew’s navel, instead of continuing his descent, he reached for a fresh ice cube. He teased it across Andrew’s lips longer this time, even as Andrew darted out his tongue to suck it in and move things along faster—but this was going to be slow torture.
Eventually, Isaac pushed the ice past Andrew’s lips, kissed him soundly, gathering as much of the cold as he could, and ducked down between his legs. Even though he only nipped at Andrew’s inner thighs, that was enough to cause his hips to buck up from the bed. Isaac hooked his hands into the crease of Andrew’s thighs to hold him down.
“So eager…”
“Fo—ah!”
Isaac flitted his tongue along Andrew’s balls, down beneath them almost to the waiting, puckered entrance, but then he trailed up, stopping when he reached the base of Andrew’s cock.
He returned to suck on more of the ice in Andrew’s mouth.
“Ford, please—”
“Hush.”
Isaac stole the ice, offering a bruising kiss, but still returned it to Andrew’s mouth before descending again. This time he licked up the underside of Andrew’s cock, slowly, letting the coolness on his tongue linger as he transferred the feeling to the burning heat of Andrew’s length. He licked and licked, saliva building before he reached Andrew’s tip and sucked on the head.
Andrew’s continued gasps were a lovely mantra to spur him on, but Isaac wasn’t done yet. He took the last of the second piece of ice, melted like the first, and bobbed down on Andrew deeper, faster, holding his hips in place all the while, until Andrew came with a drawn-out whimper.
That was one. Isaac was going to give him two.
“Want to guess what comes next?” Isaac licked his lips as he slithered up Andrew’s body and reached for another ice cube. He sucked on the tip to draw Andrew’s gaze. “If you don’t like what I do, all you have to say is stop. But I do think you’ll like this, Andrew. You’re so warm. I need to cool you down.”
Andrew quaked and gave a slow nod. He trusted Isaac with so much that he had to admit Dalton was right—he didn’t want to let Andrew down. He certainly wouldn’t in the bedroom, not where, at times, trust was most needed.
Isaac sucked the ice cube into his mouth and dropped down between Andrew’s legs again. He started by revisiting where he’d began before, kissing along Andrew’s inner thighs, with the cube held in his cheek. He trailed down his balls, up his length, and then down again where he licked for the first time at Andrew’s entrance.
A moan fell from Andrew’s lips, hips instinctively arching, and Isaac allowed it, wanting him to feel comfortable now, not pinned, as he licked and teased with his tongue, keeping the chill ever present. He went in smooth, extra saliva and water built up from the ice, licking inside Andrew and feeling him tremor all over at the penetration.
“Good?”
“Y-Yeah…” Andrew batted heavy eyes at him, cheeks flush, lips parted, and sweat building at his temples.
Fuck, he was gorgeous.
Isaac plunged his tongue in again, gently stretching as he twirled it and delved in deeper, feeling Andrew open despite the cold—becauseof the cold. The ice cube was melting faster than before, but when he swallowed back the remaining sliver, he grabbed another and returned to his careful work, teasing around the entrance before flicking inside again.
Andrew moaned lewdly, leaving Isaac hard and dripping as he crouched there, yet untouched. He was anxious to finishstretching him before the cold dissipated and sucked on the remainder of the ice as he reached for the lube and condom. He coated his fingers quickly, knowing it wouldn’t take much for Andrew to be ready for him.
Grunting and sighing into Isaac’s careful twists, Andrew accepted a second finger with a pleading nod, already so open. Isaac scissored into him further and further still, feeling the remnants of cold left behind from the ice—
He blinked and was on his back, staring at the ceiling, and felt a swift application of lube up his length as realization dawned on him. His fingers were still slick from being inside Andrew, but now, they were flipped. When Andrew was this impatient, he was superhuman, apparently.
