#ice.

Forth and Clyde birds. 

10: Temperature Play

Carlos is always weak for TK. He's always been ridiculously sensitive, and with his boyfriend knowing exactly how to touch him, he's powerless to avoid desperation. This is a new level, however.

TK had the brilliant idea to try temperature play, which is how Carlos wound up on his back, hands tied to the headboard, squirming as TK jerks him off with one warm and wet hand while he uses the other to trace Carlos' nipples with an ice cube.

"Feel good, baby?"

He nods and whines. TK just smirks at him, which is all the warning he get before TK switches hands and his ice cold skin is wrapped around Carlos' cock instead. Immediately, he arches off the bed with a sharp cry. He can't tell if it brought him closer to the edge or pushed him away. All he knows is that he has no idea what to do with the overwhelming pattern of sensations. He whimpers out a plead, not certain what for, to which TK responds with a shit-eating grin.

"I know, baby. It's so much, isn't it?"

He nods.

"Oh, sweet boy, you're doing so well for me."

The second his hand has started to warm up, he lets go. Carlos scarcely has the time to protest over the sudden loss of sensation before the ice cube that was on his chest is suddenly against the head of his cock, rubbing in tiny little circles. He cries out at the sudden sensation and tries to get away from it- with no success, as it turns out.