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him, he could tell, and it was cold and hot and painful and
delicious all at once. He kissed Sully back, hard.
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The ice slid up the crease where Denny's thigh met his
body, getting awfully close to Denny's cock. Sully stood up
straight and drew a thin line up the ridge of Denny's cock with
one edge of the ice. God, that was torture and pleasure all in
one. Denny was wide-eyed, captivated by the look on Sully's
face. He'd never seen quite that expression before and he
loved it, all hot and turned on and wicked.
"Bastard," Denny hissed, as the cold got to be too much.
Sully's smile quirked a little. He pulled the ice away and
then he was dropping down to his knees and dragging his hot
tongue on up Denny's cock, where the ice had been. The heat
after the cold made Denny moan and try and get his legs
apart instinctively, trying to offer himself up to Sully. He knew
that more was coming, more painful cold and soothing heat,
and he wanted it.
The next shock of cold was pressed up behind Denny's
balls, rubbing there. Denny groaned and shuddered, pushing
into it instead of pulling away. The burn was intense, and cold
water trickled down like a tease as his skin melted the ice.
"Fuck, Sully," he whispered. He'd never imagined that ice
could feel that good.
Just like last time, when Denny started to hiss because the
cold was too much, Sully pulled the ice away and replaced it
with his tongue. He didn't stop there, though; he started
licking down, chasing those little trails of water that were
trickling down Denny's skin. Denny whimpered. It felt so
good, but he couldn't believe Sully was licking him there.
Denny wanted to tell Sully he didn't have to, that he
should stop, it wasn't right, but Sully's tongue felt so wild on
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him he couldn't make the words. Oh, God. Denny felt like he
was going to lose his mind. He couldn't move, his nipples
were burning in a way that went right to his dick, he was tied
up, and on top of all that, Sully's tongue was fluttering
against his ass, teasing around his hole.
Sully's tongue started pushing in and sliding back out, just
like he was fucking Denny with his tongue. Denny thought he
was being pretty quiet, but then he realized that the distant
sounds he was hearing were actually him moaning and
panting Sully's name. Eyes closed, head back, he surrendered
to the fact that he wanted this so much, even if he'd never
had it before. He couldn't talk with his body, couldn't stifle
himself, so he just let the words come.
"God, Sully. Oh. Fuck. I love you. Fuck, Sully, please. God,
I don't ever want anyone else. I just ... please, Sully. I'll do
anything. Don't stop." His body loved every minute of it,
humming with pain and pleasure, his balls tight and his dick
hard and wet. Denny was shaking with rushes of pleasure
that left him flushed and shuddering, but it didn't stop there.
Sully kept tongue-fucking him, making his words turn into
cries.
Suddenly, he started to come, body taut and back arched.
The first shot spattered on his throat and jaw, he came so
hard, and he kept coming, wailing Sully's name and trying to
get Sully's tongue deeper into him. When Denny started to
relax, Sully pulled back and started pressing wet, open kisses
all over Denny's ass and balls.
"Oh, God, oh, God," was all Denny could get out at first.
Then he could inhale, a harsh gasp, and speak. "Sully, Sully,
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fuck me." He was trembling from the release and everything
he said came out shaky. "Jesus, Sully, fuck me now. I wanna
feel you in me, please." He needed Sully in him so much, like
something had broke and couldn't get fixed until he felt Sully
in him. "Sully, I need it."
Sully pressed his mouth against Denny's thigh, muffling a
moan. When he stood up, he got some lube, slicked up his
cock, and slid right in. His face was flushed and his blue eyes
were dark with need, but he was smiling a little, like he was
proud of himself or maybe just happy. "Like this, sugar?" he
asked, his voice all low and rough.
"Yes. Oh. Yes, Sully." Denny had forgotten that there was
any such thing as pain, ever. His breath came in ragged gulps
that were almost sobs, but he was soothed by Sully pushing
into him. "I love you, Sully. I love you so much. More than
anything. Ain't no one but you, ever. I love how you fuck,
Sully. Please, Sully." Later, he'd want to hide from shame, the
way he was talking, but right now, he just wanted Sully to
know how it was for him.
"You sound so good like that," Sully murmured, already
moving hard and fast inside Denny. He reached out and
plucked one of the clothespins from Denny's nipples, then the
other, sending sharp sensations racing through Denny's body
as the blood rushed back in.
Denny cried out all over again, clenching tight around
Sully's cock. "Oh, fuck." He writhed and gasped and whined
at the shocks of pleasure-pain going off under his skin. "So
good, Sully."
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Sully growled wordlessly, grabbing hold of Denny's hips to
pull him into his next thrusts. His breath was already coming
fast, and then he was coming, shouting Denny's name loud,
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