OK, so, I wasn't gonna do it this round, but now
hoosierbitch is doing it, and now I feel compelled. Or something? Also, I'm in the midst of writing a massive fic for the ficswap over at collarcorner, plus work's been busy, so I need something fun, and to write something different than what I'm focused on...and I WANT PORN, OK??
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Watching Neal adjust to his new position, his senses still cloaked, Peter fetched more ice, crushing some this time. One of the larger pieces was left to melt in Neal’s belly button, and Peter enjoyed watching as he rolled his abdominal muscles to get it loose, but to no avail. It was wedged in there until it melted.
Peter sucked on the smaller pieces until his tongue went numb and then went for the prize, swallowing as much of Neal’s massive erection as he could. The sensation of that hot cock against his cold tongue was delicious. Neal thrashed and Peter pinned him down, holding his hips tight against the floor. He swallowed and licked, his still cold tongue playing havoc with Neal’s cock.
The sounds coming out from behind the gag were louder now and there was an unfamiliar note of distress. He wasn’t hurting Neal - but there was always a chance he’d go too far. Neal was completely sealed off - gagged, he couldn’t voice their safe word, blindfolded, there was no way he could see what Peter was doing or about to do. With his hearing filled with the noise of his heart beating, he couldn’t respond to a verbal command.
This type of sensation play required absolute trust. And Peter made a decision - he unbuckled the gag and gently removed it from Neal’s mouth. Holding up his head, he tipped the bowl of ice up, letting the water from the melted cubes drip into Neal’s mouth.
“Are you okay?” Stupid question, Neal couldn’t hear him. He pulled out the ear plugs and took off the blindfold. Peter repeated the question.
“Thank you - thank you. It was getting too much. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. This is for both of us. If you don’t enjoy it, I can’t either.” He ran his fingers through Neal’s sweaty hair, calming him, letting him know through that simple touch that he was loved and needed and that he was so beautiful and perfect.
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Did you do a list this time? May I return the favor?
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I wasn't going to play, but seeing your list of acts really sparked something. I think I wrote this in like 10 minutes!
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