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"We should try ice play" John randomly says as he stares up at the ceiling. Bobby is sitting up against the head board next to Pyro while he catches up on work as he's been a bit distracted by him lately — yes distracted as in they can't stay off each other- "what?” Bobby puts his book down as he looks over at his boyfriend. "I mean, you know.." John trails off as he sits up. "Use your mutation on me during sex" he explains bluntly which seems to stun the other. "I could hurt you" Bobby's tone expresses concern. There is a sudden shift in the bed as Pyro adjusts himself to straddle Iceman's lap. Out of habit Bobby's hands automatically find their way to hold onto his waist. "I'll be okay I promise" John reassures him as he leans forward, closer to the other man’s face.
"Just don't go into your complete ice form" John adds as he kisses along Bobby's jaw. He suddenly reaches down grabbing the other man's hand. "Just stick with the basics.. cold hands," John's voice dwindles off as he leads Bobby's hand to lay flat against his shirtless chest. "Cold breath" he lists lastly as their lips meet in a kiss. Bobby is hesitant on the idea, he has a good grip on his mutation but there have been times he got too into the moment and slipped up. It never bothers John though, he doesn't mind the little sting but still he is more sensitive to cold than anyone else. Bobby doesn't want to hurt him. "Are we gonna be doing fire play next"? Iceman jokes, smiling against his boyfriend's lips. He unintentionally catches John's attention with that idea; "I mean if you want we could give it a try".
There is a grin smeared across Pyro's face as he sits up, slightly grinding his ass down. Bobby swallows down a groan before he speaks; "I'll have to think about that, not everyone gets off on pain like you". John runs his hand through his own hair, pushing the strands in front of his face back — god that sight alone shoots pleasure down to Bobby's groin. The way John looks sitting on his lap, in nothing but jeans that sit low on his hips. A very obvious bulge in his pants.. suddenly Pyro is being flipped over onto his back, bouncing slightly from the impact of being thrown down on the bed. "If it's too much tell me to stop" Bobby's voices already sounds fucked out and they haven't even done anything. John glances up at the boy above him, still trying to process what just happened but he nods in agreement.
Their lips meet in a brief kiss, before Bobby trails further down. Mouthing at his jaw, biting and sucking along the curve of his neck. It's slow which is only excruciating to John, but the other plans on taking his time. Slowly introducing him to the new sensation. Bobby lets a cold air of breath glaze over his neck, frosting ever so slightly before using his tongue to sooth over it. John lets out a low moan, his own hands gliding and grabbing at his boyfriend's body — Bobby presses a few more wet kisses to his neck, lapping his tongue at his pulse before sucking down. Not enough to leave a mark but enough to have John pushing his hips up, searching for any kind of relief. But the bulge in his restricting pants only goes ignored- Iceman slides down his body, lips reaching his collarbone then chest.
Free to leave any marks he wants across the delicate skin. He presses light kisses around his chest, teeth occasionally grazing and tongue joining in. Bobby swears he can spend hours just doing this alone. Pyro on the other hand is slowly going insane, he doesn't want this to move slow. He never does.. "you know you won't brea-" his voice breaks off into a gutted moan. Bobby has let his hand join the fun, letting his fingers drop in temperature before twisting and gently pinching his nipple — "you okay?" Iceman makes sure to check in. All John does is nod, a breathy "yeah" following. He wants to ask for more, for him to do that again but he can't bring himself to. Luckily Bobby knows him better than he knows himself so John doesn't need to ask.
He uses one hand to toy with his nipple, the other being smothered by his tongue. Occasionally blowing cool air over the bud before using his tongue to melt the thin layer of ice — John's nails dig into the cold skin of Bobby's hip. Using the hold to push his hips to get some kind of friction while also trying to calm himself. Pyro isn't good at handling cold because of his own mutation, and even though Bobby isn't letting the temperature of his mutation drop too low, the cold still feels blistering for the other. But John must admit it's the good kind of pain.. where it mixes into pleasure — with both of his nipples being stimulated his jeans start feeling more confining, he needs more. "Come on.." John slightly whimpers. The smile on Bobby's face can be felt against his skin.
"You know it's not that hard to ask" Bobby teases, sitting up as his fingers drag down his stomach leaving a trail of frost. Pyro tries to flash his eyes up at him, give a look of warning but the breathy moan only makes him look pathetic — Iceman slowly gets up from where he was sitting not before grabbing the half empty bottle of lube.. he slides further down the bed so he can kneel between his boyfriends legs. "Are you doing okay? Your skin is red" Bobby's eyes scan his body as he slowly undoes John's jeans. "You don't have to keep asking, trust me I'll let you know if I'm not", he reassures, a slight warning in his tone. Goosebumps litter his skin, with streaks of red where ice lingered for a little too long. "Don't go kicking me again", he pulls John's jeans off, boxers going with as he talks.
"Don't bite my dick again and I won't" John says through a grin, a laugh hiding behind his smile. Bobby pushes his thighs apart, before hiking them up so he has full access; "not my fault you don't know how to control your hips". At this rate he's gonna get kicked again — Iceman leans in, giving his boyfriend a lasting kiss before making his way between his thighs. Lying on his stomach, with one of John's legs over his shoulder, the other bent beside his head. Their eyes stay locked as Bobby takes John's cock into his hand. He blows frosty air over the tip- a test. "Fuck" Pyro hisses but the look of pleasure on his face doesn't go unnoticed. He lays his head back against the pillow as lips slowly engulf him, the cold tongue circling and teasing the tip.. the most sensitive part of his body being introduced to the one thing he's most sensitive of. One of his only weaknesses — Bobby keeps his attention on the head, using his tongue then lips to suck around it. He's already leaking into his mouth, salty pre-cum joining the cold.
John runs his hand through Bobby's short hair, trying to find something to keep him grounded. But the sudden cold creeping down his cock as he's taken further into the other's mouth makes it hard to think of a single coherent thought. Pyro tries to focus on his breathing yet the increasing drop in temperature has him holding his breath. Sobs and moans stuck in his throat as Bobby hollows out his cheeks, his head starting to slowly bob. The salvia coating his cock feels like freezing water, and it doesn't help that every time Iceman breathes through his nose a cold rush of air hits John's stomach. It's slowly starting to feel more like torture rather than pleasure but the way his cock is twitching says different.. The almost blistering cold leaves a haze of pain that courses through his body, and somewhere along the way pain and pleasure becomes one.
Bobby's lips pop off the top, a string of saliva connecting from the head to his lips. His hand keeps an almost painful slow drag, wrist slightly twisting and tightening. He didn't stop to catch his breath, rather to add something to the mix. The click of a cap catches John's attention, but no questions need to be asked. "Shit-" Pyro sucks in a sharp breath. An Icy finger covered in lube circles around his entrance. His body should be pulling away but his hips fight the urge to push down. Bobby only teases the entrance, circling and slightly applying pressure. "Hurry up" John whines.. that's all he needs— it doesn't feel good, it really doesn't. The stretch and the cold only makes Pyro wanna push him away but he knows better. Once he's used to the feeling it will start to feel amazing, that's usually how it goes.. or so he hopes, this isn't all familiar.
Bobby slowly starts moving his finger, trying to get John used to the feeling. Usually he gives him more time before adding a second digit but at this rate that would take forever. There's no protest, nothing but a broken moan from his lips as Iceman introduces a second finger. John tightens around him — Bobby flattens his tongue against the head of his cock before slowly dragging it down the base. His breath isn't cold, he's trying to distract the other from the unpleasant feeling of his fingers. And fuck it works.. every lick, every suck, every twist of his hand Bobby can feel John's insides twitch and loosen. His plan isn't to fuck him, he wants to only use his mouth and fingers to bring Pyro to the brink. Which isn't hard. He knows exactly where to touch him, where to add pressure, where to massage.
Bobby takes a deep breath in before swallowing him back down, this time giving more effort. The cold feeling of his tongue is back, breath just as cold. Every time John's cock hits the back of his throat he hollows his cheeks out, sucking around all of him. And every time he's rewarded with the feeling of Pyro tightening around his fingers, and the sweet sound of moans, almost whimpers falling from his mouth.. his two fingers stretch and twist before finding that sweet spot. "Bobby" John whines out in response. Hands reaching for any kind of purchase, eventually landing on his head. He grips and slightly pulls at Bobby's hair.
Maybe he underestimated just how much he can handle because once those fingers deep inside him, pressing and rubbing all the good spots- drop in temperature, his eyes well up. From pain or pleasure? God he doesn't know.. it feels like there's ice cubes touching all his sensitive spots and it's overwhelming. John's hips can't help but seek for more, not sure whether to buck into Bobby's cold throat or push down on his digits. His hips only stutter — Pyro doesn't mean to but his hands push and nudge at his boyfriend's head like he's trying to break free. Bobby knows better though, he's seen him overstimulated. He knows John isn't asking him to stop, and if he stops he'll only sob from the loss. — Iceman flashes his eyes up, trying to catch a glimpse of the look on Pyro's face. But all that can be seen is his neck being bared. Head tilting all the way back, jaw stretched as he lets every sound crawling from his throat free. He doesn't feel in control anymore, he's completely in Bobby's hands.
Eventually he can feel his orgasm building and building with every touch, every lick and every suck. The way Bobby's icy fingers aren't letting up on his prostate, keeping constant attention on it only makes it all end quicker. "Fu- Bobby", John tries his best to speak but it all comes out in an incoherent mess. The only thing being heard is familiar moans and sobs — Bobby lets his cock fall from his mouth, yet keeping an abusive pace with his hand. He works and works him over until he's spilling all over his stomach and Bobby's fist. Iceman doesn't stop his movements but does slow. Making sure to milk him dry. John's sounds seem to get stuck in his throat through it all, his breath stilling as the tidal wave of pleasure washes over him.
Slowly removing his fingers Bobby sits up, his first mission to check on John. But when they meet face to face again he's caught with a surprise. John, fucking never-cries-John has tears streaking down his cheeks. "Hey, hey are you okay?" Bobby rushes to ask. Genuine worry in his tone. There's no stupid grin on Pyro's face, but to be fair he's still feeling the high of the intense orgasm.. "think you might've broke me" he finally says with a slight laugh. His voice sounds gutted, and exhausted. And for fucks sake he is, John feels like he could nap for a week — Bobby's been able to reduce John to nothing but a moaning mess, and vice versa but he's never made John cry. He doesn't know whether to feel horrible or proud?? If only he knew Pyro enjoys being pushed so far he can’t control himself, crying because of how good and overwhelming it felt. It's embarrassing and makes him feel almost weak but he also can't deny it wasn't a mind blowing experience..