they were sat on their bed, lights dimmed, with a container of ice cubes next to them.
she picked one up and brought it to their neck, holding it to their skin under where their jaw and ear meet. they sucked in a breath at the sudden cold where she often pampered them with kisses.
the ice started to melt—the cold drops of water running down their neck kept their nerves alert. she kept the ice cube right where she first put it; the shocking cold went deep under the skin, like a hickey with a slightly different flavor of pain and pleasure.
their breath started to get heavier.
she trailed the slowly melting ice cube down to the middle of their collarbones and held it there before dragging it up to the back of their neck. their breath hitched, relaxing into a soft whimper, biting their lip.
she moved it slightly down to the vertebrae of their spine where neck turned to back. they started to lightly squirm. as she held it there, it melted—-cold drops running down their sensitive spine. the sensation instinctively arched their back as a shy whimper slipped from them.
she held it there 'til there was no ice cube left.
she layed them down and pulled their shirt up to their rib cage. she ran her hand across their stomach before grabbing another ice cube. she placed it at the bottom of their sternum and slowly trailed it all over their stomach like she was painting. they gasped at the initial contact and melted into deep breaths—eyes closed, jaw hanging, head back.
she trailed it farther down to their waistband and took time tracing it. the farther down she went, the more their heavy breathing turned to airy moans.
after the ice had melted, she ran her hand across their stomach again before using their shirt to pat them dry. she leaned over and fanned her warm breath over their cold skin; their breath hitched and they tucked their lip between their teeth.
she placed a kiss on his stomach and immediately illicited a whimper from them. she smiled before kissing them again. the stark difference in temperature of their skin and her lips made the feeling so much more intense. as she kissed all over their stomach, their whimpers grew to deep moans.
she paused in the middle of their stomach to lightly suck—a drawn-out whimper escaping them.
she sat up and brought her hands to where the bottom of their shirt was bunched up and looked at them as if she was asking a question. they nodded, nervousness and excitement evident on their face.
she pulled their shirt over their head and tossed it onto the floor. they held eye contact for a second, smiles cracking through their faces.
she placed her hand right under their collarbones and slowly trailed it down the middle of their chest, then a careful s across the entirety of their chest.
"i really meant it when i said your scars are beautiful" she said with hearts in her eyes.
she pet their chest again before grabbing another ice cube. she started to trail it across their chest. the feeling wasn't the same immediate and overwhelming cold, but a slowly building sensation.
they had finished their recovery, but still hadn't gained full feeling back in their chest. the growing cold of the ice went deep enough for them to feel.
they started to softly whimper.
she trailed it over their chest until the ice cube had fully melted.
"do you wanna put your shirt back on or are you comfortable?"
they thought for a second, chewing their lip.
"i think i'm good."
they exchanged smiles before she scooted slightly down the bed.
"can we take these off?" she asked, rubbing her hand on their pants.
they shyly nodded. their pants quickly met the same fate as their shirt.
she petted the soft skin of their thighs like she was getting hypnotized. she broke her trance to grab another ice cube and put it to them just above their knee.
she very slowly trailed it up the inside of their thigh, thoroughly getting every inch. the higher she went, the more their out-of-breath whimpers grew into loud, high-pitched moans. she trailed it up their other thigh, occasionally holding it in once place to watch their face contort. she drew aimless spirals on their uppermost inner thigh, moans spilling from them as their back arched.
she leaned over and placed a kiss on the middle of their thigh, earning a shockingly passionate moan in response. she trailed kisses up their thigh as they started to grip the sheets. when she got to their upper thigh, she paused to pepper light bites between kisses.
she licked a stripe up their other thigh, the sensation shocking on their ice-cold skin.
