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The smell of pepper and garlic.

The sizzling of a hot pan with oil.

The sound of vegetables being cut, and plates being set down.

It was the sound that Iceman was used to hearing the moment he walked through the door. At first, it wasn’t what he’d wanted. If anything, he wanted to cook for you in your shared home, but you insisted. After all, seeing how tired he was as he took off his gloves and simple outer layers. The way his hands reached to the ends of his sleeves, pulling the white button-up to his elbows, and how you could see his back muscles tense as he rolled the tension away in his shoulders.

Of course… that tension seemed to go away the moment you ran up and hugged him, burying your face in his chest and taking in his scent. He did the same for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up closer to him.

Today seemed to be just like any other day, he announced his entrance from the front door, taking off his shoes and coat as usual. He worked his way down his vest, taking it and leaning it over a chair near the living room. He loosened his tie, but before he could turn around, your footsteps were heard as you ran down the hallway to hug him from behind. Iceman’s normally stern expression softened as he froze for a moment in your arms before turning around.

“ Hello…,” you said, muffled into his white button-up.

“ Ciao, tesoro,” he brushed his hands over your hair, pulling it away from your forehead so that he could leave a kiss on it. You did your usual, placing your cheek on his chest with an ear over his heart and letting in a deep breath. Your eyes fluttered open after you took in his scent. Iceman noticed your expression, slightly letting go of his grip on you as you gently pulled away.

“ You don’t really smell all that much of cigarettes today,” you commented, though your tone was a little melancholy.

“ Hm…? I guess I didn’t smoke that much today,” Iceman shrugged, thought upon hearing you let out a pensive breath, he continued,” I thought you didn’t like the smell of the cigarettes.”

“ I don’t, but…,” you placed your head back on his chest,” I think I’m just used to it… but! That’s not an excuse for you to be smoking more. You’ll die by the time you’re forty, baby.”

Iceman let out a small chuckle, one that he usually doesn’t let out unless he’s with you,” Don’t count on it, love.”

You both let go of each other, as he followed you over to the kitchen,” Anyways, dinner is done in a couple minutes. Go wash up.”

Iceman nodded, reaching back for his vest and folding it over his arm. You watched as he did so, particularly staring at his forearms… they were muscular, a little veiny, a couple of old scars and some hairs were visible. There was a visible twist in his forearms as he turned the knob to the bathroom door. You let out a breathy gasp, as you observed his arms. However, that didn’t go unnoticed by him, as he turned his head and raised a brow. A blush crept up on your face,” N-nothing! I think I just forgot the wine…”

He seemed to only shrug at your small flustered gesture, continuing to walk into the bathroom and shutting the door. Though… he had to admit and idea sprouted in his brain.

…

Usually after dinner, that meant that it was Iceman’s dedicated “listening music session”. He’d sit by the couch, play with the expensive record player and scroll through the shelves in hopes to find an album or song that he might like. Sometimes, he picks up the record and sings the notes to himself before nodding and placing it down on a pile of records he’d listen to that night. He was now setting up a record on the player, placing it on the turntable and letting it roll while brushing the dust off of the top. He then pressed a button, and the record started to roll as the needle automatically moved down. There was some white noise until a song from the album started to play lightly in the background.

You were across from him in the kitchen with both of your empty plates in hand and placing them in the sink. Turning around, you were reaching over to grab a pan until a hand gently grasped your forearm.

“ Enough of that, love,” It was Iceman who’s stopped you from continuing your tasks,” Let’s relax for a little bit.”

You slightly frowned, placing your arm down and looking up at him,” Mm… but I just wanna clean up.”

“ It’s just dishes. That can be done at any time,” Iceman tugged your arm over to the living room. Not being able to put up a stern face, you rolled your eyes with a smile and followed him into the living room.

He gently took you from the kitchen and over to the sofa where his music was gently playing in the background. You weren’t too familiar with the album that was going on in the background and more so focused on him. Iceman had let go of your forearm, sitting down and opened his legs. He tapped the spot in between them, silently gesturing for you to sit there. You followed, your back facing him as you sat down in between his legs. Before you could say anything, he wrapped his arms around you waist, pulling you up closer to his chest. His auburn hair was buried into your shoulder as he took in a long breath, taking in your scent.

“ Long day…?,” you muttered, your hands traveling to touch over his arm. Your fingertips gently traced over an old scar that had been there for quite a while. He’d told you it was from a long time ago, but never bothered to elaborate. You’d just assumed it had some sort of bad memory attached to it, considering that he’d always freeze up for a moment before letting you continue to trace over his scar. Iceman didn’t answer, only squeezing you tightly in response before letting go.

Silence lingered in the air for just a little bit. You had nothing particular on your mind as you let out a couple of deep breathes, on occasion humming the tune that was playing on the record player. You were in your own world, enjoying the strong embrace of your lover as you thought about your day. Eventually, your hums were interrupted by the feeling of Iceman’s hands on your hips. You froze up a bit, a shiver running down your spine as you felt a hot breathe on your neck.

“ Mm…,” you let out a soft whimper, as you shifted slightly in his lap.

“ What’s wrong?,” the heavy breath crept up your neck to your earlobe, making you shiver once more.

“ You’re just… uh- y-you’re hands…”

“ What about my hands?”

“ It feels good…,” you admitted, a faint blush went to your cheeks as you felt him circle his thick fingers along your hips. He slowly let his fingers slip under the waistband of your pants. You leaned back into his chest, your entire weight on his now as his tongue licked a small strip up the side of your neck. You let out a faint moan at his gesture his hot tongue leaving a trail of saliva on your neck.

“ Does it now…?,” Iceman hummed as he took another breathe in of your scent, the tip of his nose trailing up towards you jawline as he left a sweet kiss there.

“ Mhm… Love, wait- I…!,” you quickly whimpered as you felt him bite your neck. It was slightly forceful, yet gentle enough so not as to hurt you.

He quickly hushed you,” Hush, baby… it’s after hours. Just relax…”

Letting out a shaky breath, you nodded fulfilling his request and tried to relax against his hold. As he continued to nip at your neck, leaving purple and red colored bruises, his hands moved to take off your pants and undergarments, pushing them both down your hips and down to your knees, as they fell to your ankles revealing your lower half. You quickly shifted them off your ankles, leaving you bare. You shivered slightly at the feelings of his calloused fingers caressing the skin of your stomach and thighs, eventually reaching down to your knees and spreading your legs a little wider. He felt your hips jolt as you silently begged for more, but he stopped himself, teasing you by hovering above your now aching arousal between your thighs.

You looked over at him with a small pout, turning your head to meet his. He was so close to you… so much so that your lips were almost touching. You whispered out a small “kiss me” before smashing your own lips into his. He passionately kissed back, pulling away slightly to bite at your lower lip. You opened your mouth slightly, letting him shove his tongue to meet yours. His hands moved up to your now hardened nipples peeking out from your shirt. He moved to pull it above your chest, pinching at them, making you gasp into the kiss. Eventually, you both pulled away, a bit of saliva trailing down your lips.

Before you could catch you breath, you felt his fingers down to your entrance. His thick digits prodding at you, as if asking to open you up. You tensed up, body shivering as you panted out of desperation. Iceman let you pants for a moment, before shoving two fingers into your tight entrance.

“ Ngh… ah-hah!,” you felt yourself jolt as his gesture.

“ Feel good, baby…?,” he teased as his mouth reached your ear, nibbling on it slightly. You were about to respond when you felt his fingers curl up slightly, your back arching in response. You felt yourself sweat, your shirt feeling a little suffocating and uncomfortable as you desired for more of him. Almost catching your breathe, you were caught off-guard as he motioned his fingers once more. He let out an uncharacteristic chuckle,” I’ll take that as a yes, hm?”

You only nodded in response as he continued to prod his fingers further into your entrance. You felt everything… the way that his thick fingers felt. They were rough and calloused, and yet every detail seemed to touch every spot that almost made you feel like you were going to cum. He felt you tighten around his fingers, the tight feeling making him groan slightly. He continued to push his fingers into you, your moans getting louder and continuous as he did so. The further he pushed up, the louder you whined… He could feel himself get harder the more you whined and shifted in his lap. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you down. If you squeezed your thighs together, he’d push them out, whispering to you,” Be good…”

And of course… you had to obey.

You felt the heat in your stomach become unbearable as he continued to finger you at a consistent pace… It started to become agonizingly slow to you, however, you already wanting to release. However, you had to be good for him. He was patient, slow, and somewhat gentle with you despite the way he looked. You appreciated that from him, he was able to slow down with you, able to handle you like fine porcelain.

Right now though, that slowness was started to kill you… and you’d wanted to beg.

“ I… hah, baby, can I- mm!,” you tried to ask nicely, but he toyed with your entrance, making it worse for you to speak normally.

“ Can you…?,” he asked back. Your boyfriend’s voice had started to become slightly raspier.

“ Can I… ngh c-cum… please? I’ve been waiting for so long,” you whined against his chest, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“ Hm…,” he teased you more as he pretended to debate whether or not to let you come. You fidgeted more, back arching as he tried to go deeper into you. You started whimpered against him, repeating the word please constantly, as you could barely hold yourself together.

“ Ok, love, you can cum,” he gave you permission, and you did so. Cumming quickly after that. You felt embarrassed as you felt your release, covering your face at the liquids that were coming out of you. Your moans filled the room, as Iceman let out soft breathes in your ear.

“ You ready?,” he asked, gently, wiping his two fingers on your thigh and moving up to move your chin to look at him. He gently caressed your jaw with his thumb. Still as gentle as ever, despite his deadpan face… You knew that he was a lot softer than he normally would be.

You nodded in response,” I-I think so…” You were a complete mess, sweaty and disheveled.

He quickly shifted you both so that you were now under him. You took your top off in the process, it meeting the other clothes that were now on the floor. Iceman sat up, pulling his sweatpants down to reveal his cock. You drooled as you look at him…

He was actually quite big. His cock being veiny, long and thick. The first time you both had sex, you thought you’d die, but rest assured, he prepped you beforehand. Now, you were currently prepared and ready without lube, and well… you still felt that nervousness build up in your chest.

And of course he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath his sweatpants…

God, you were going to make a mess. If not one a lot more than you’d already done earlier.

“ Tell me if it hurts, ok?,” he leaned down, placing a hand on your cheek to assure you. His tip met your tight entrance, the head already splitting you open. You let out a small hiss, and he kissed you on the forehead as an apology. You nodded, silently allowing him to continue. He shoved more of his length into you, filling you up all the way. You let out a loud yelp in response, but you wanted him to continue. He did so slowly, though, you’d already felt so full from him only being halfway in you.

Eventually, he bottomed out, letting out a loud huff. You winced at him practically splitting you open, but he let you breathe there, waiting for you to give him the go to continue. You did so, letting him move. His first thrust was gentle, as he let out a grunt at you tightening around him.

“ F-fuck…,” he said shakily, as he continued to move.

You moaned loudly as he continued to move, his hips thrusting into your entrance. Lewd sounds started to fill up the room, along with your moans and his grunts in response. He wasn’t very vocal himself, but on occasion, you could heard the small moan he’d let out. It wasn’t loud, but hushed enough near your ear for you to feel something rise in your stomach.

You walls were so warm and gummy, it was addicting to him as he rolled his hips into you. His forehead touched yours and he continued to go at a faster pace, chasing his own high. You felt yourself melt as he touched your sensitive spot, making you arch.

“ I think I’m gonna… fuck,” he couldn’t continue his words and he moaned out once again in your ear. You wailed in response, trying to say through babbled words that you were about to do the same. Eventually, you both reached your highs. His hot cum shooting inside you, spilling out as he pulled away you from entrance with a lewd pop. You were gasping, trying to catch your breathe.

Iceman quickly sat you up, pulling you into his lap,” Shh… breathe.”

You followed his exaggerated breathing, following shakily with your deep breathes in and out.

“ In…,” he said,” and out… Good.”

You felt yourself blush slightly at the praise, continuing to follow him as he helped you regulate your breathing. Eventually, your clouded eyes started to fall back to normal, as he held you in his lap.

“ You ok?,” he asked gently, moving the sweaty strands of hair away from your face. You smiled blissfully at him, moving in closer to his face,” Yeah, I’m ok.” He let out a soft smile, one that you’d usually never see, as it wasn’t very much like him to smile. Iceman moved in to do a small eskimo kiss, rubbing his nose against yours before kissing your nose, and then your lips. You giggled at his gesture, kissing him back on the lips. His lips eventually trailed down towards your cheeks and jawline excitedly, making your giggles turn into soft laughs. Iceman eventually stopped, placing a kiss on your forehead before putting his head over yours.

…

“ My love…” You felt a soft kiss on your cheek as you were being slowly woken up. You shifted away, groaning as you tried to get away from the sudden noise. Another kiss landed on your forehead,” My love, wake up.” You scrunched your nose as you eventually opened your eyes, being met with Iceman’s soft gaze.

He was already up and ready in his work attire, but had been kneeling down on your bedside. You rubbed your eyes,” Why am I getting up this early again…?”

“ Because I have work, and I don’t like leaving you asleep…,” he answered honestly, tugging you out of bed by the hand and over to the kitchen. There was already a mug with your favorite morning beverage in it, steaming hot for you to drink already. You walked over to it… well, more like waddled and sat down in the seat. The television was on, playing something in the background lightly.

“ Alright, I’m off,” Iceman placed a kiss on your forehead,” Arrivederci.”