Okay okay, BUT would you let Doyoung tease you with ice on a hot day like not just ice directly on you, but he pops an ice cube in your mouth and lavishes you with his freezing tongue. 😘😘😘
I don’t know if I’d be much into temperature play even with Doyoung, like I’m sure it would probably feel kinda nice, but it’s not something I would really think to seek out with him you know? But that being, said now it’s all that I’m thinking about...
“It’s too goddamn hot!” You groan, collapsing against Doyoung where he’s spread out on top of your bed, the covers all thrown away, the ceiling fan on high, and he’s only dressed in his underwear. It’s too hot to be wearing much else.
He whines and squirms, trying to get you away from him. Not that he doesn’t absolutely love any chance he gets to be in contact with you, but when it’s this hot, having your warm skin against him helps absolutely nothing.
“I’m hot, Doyoung. Do something.” You roll onto your stomach and turn your head to look at him.
“Take off some clothes.” He suggests, looking at the tank top and shorts you’re wearing. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
You know he’s right, but the windows are open due to the heat, hoping to let in a stray breeze, and you would be mortified if any of the neighbors caught a glimpse of you in anything less than what you’re currently wearing. But the heat is so unbearable, and now Doyoung’s looking back at you, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.
“Tell you what,” Doyoung says as he leans up on his elbows. “You undress and stay here. I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back.”
So he climbs off the bed and leaves the room. You grumble and complain but peel your top off and shimmy your way out of your shorts, and then, because you’re really not planning to move from the bed for the rest of the day as it’s right beneath the coolest (thought still very hot) area of the house, you take off your bra and panties too, letting the slow flow of air touch you everywhere.
The creak of the floorboards announces Doyoung’s return.
You lazily lift your head and spot him hovering in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks toward the bed, not as he climbs in, crawling up the space between your parted legs, not as he fits himself over you, hangs his face over yours with his hands planted on either side of your head.
“Doyoung, what are you doing?” You buck your hips slightly, trying to dislodge his hot body from where it rests against yours. Each point of contact feels like 1000 degrees, and not even in the sexy nice way. Just in the miserably hot, sweaty kind of way.
He dips forward, his lips press against yours gentle at first and then you feel his tongue
freezing cold as it swipes the split of your lips.
You gasp, and as you do, Doyoung takes advantage of the moment and slips an ice cube into your mouth.
You whine as he breaks the kiss, his cool lips trailing down your throat, over your chest, down your body and all over, his cold tongue leaving pleasantly cool, damp trails over your skin. You continue sucking on the ice cube, feeling your body simultaneously going hot and cold, your skin ripples with goosebumps, your nipples stand hard as Doyoung’s tongue passes over one and quickly switches to the other.
“Doie,” You sigh, reaching for the back of his head to lightly twist your fingers in his hair.
His mouth ventures lower, his tongue growing hotter again. And just as he’s about to put his mouth on your pussy, he pulls off.
“Shh,” He laughs and shushes your whines, and you watch him reach to the side, pulling another ice cube from a container you hadn’t noticed until now. He places it in his mouth, his eyes on yours, and you watch as he lets it melt a little bit, cooling his tongue just enough to feel pleasant for you, and he dips his head down, face disappearing between your thighs.
You gasp and sigh and moan when you feel the chill of his kisses against the warm wetness of your core.
When the ice cube melts entirely, his tongue warming up again, he pulls away to put another ice cube in, and then resumes what he was doing.
You shiver in the heat of the day, from the gentle pleasure of your boyfriend’s tongue working magic against you. Your hips roll slowly against his face, fingers lightly in his hair, and Doyoung moans, adoring the flavor of you on his tongue.
And when you cum, Doyoung licks you up, sucks your pussy lips into his mouth, and keeps eating you out until your thighs are quivering around his head, your fingers tug sharply at his hair, and he has nothing else to give you.
Maybe it’s a trick in the fading heat of your orgasm, but you swear it feels like it’s finally cooled off. Sweat dries on your chest, in the small of your back, the creases of your elbows and knees. You heart pounds, breathing slightly erratic as Doyoung places a last cool kiss to your clit and then draws himself up from between your legs.
The container of ice is fully melted now, and Doyoung just flops down beside you, his hair that’s not sticking to his sweaty forehead, waves slightly in the breeze coming through the open window.
“Do you feel better now?” Doyoung asks, his eyes growing heavy. He always gets sleepy after he gives you an orgasm. The corner of his lips tug up in a smile. “I’m pretty sure you came hard enough all the neighbors heard.”
You whine and push your face against his shoulder, laughing slightly. “I can’t help it that your summer heat cure-all works so well. I completely forgot about the heat.”
