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Ice bath after ice bath and this, this is what had Joss shivering and short of breath.
A bucket of ice. Gawin on his knees in between his legs. Gawin topless. Ice cubes in different shapes and sizes.
Gawin pulls at Joss’s shirt, “take this off.”
Joss moves quickly, throwing his clothing to the side. His hands move to pull down his pants, but Gawin shakes his head, “leave them on.”
Joss hums, a breathless laugh leaving him. “This is torture.”
Gawin pouts slightly, innocence all over his face. “I’m just trying to cool you down sir.”
Then a smirk, his long eyelashes fluttering as he opens and closes his eyes. “It’s really, really hot today, no?”
Joss licks his drying lips, tries not to lift his hips at Gawin’s hands travelling up and down his thighs - gentle and then not so, his fingers squeezing into his muscles in a slight massage. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s really hot.”
Gawin understands the double meaning, his hands giving one final squeeze before he removes them. Gawin takes in the man before him, a smile tugging on his lips, they lock eyes easily. “I was going to blindfold you,” Gawin informs him like it’s just a normal conversation, “but I’ve decided not to. I want to see you. I want to see all of you as you come undone.”
Joss shakes his head in amazement, his hands become clammy and sweat begins to drip down his forehead. “Gawin.”
“Joss,” Gawin laughs. “What’s the problem, big man?”
“Quit playing with me. Just… do something.”
Gawin picks out a flower shaped ice cube and drags it down his lips and chin, condensation running down his neck and fingers.
Joss watches on quietly, but his chest moves up and down quickly like he’s struggling to breathe.
“Say the magic word, P,’” Gawin says, thriving off it all and he’s not so sure what’s happening here himself, but Joss’s reaction to him gives him all the confidence and reassurance he needs to keep doing what he’s doing.
“G… please.”
Gawin places the melting cube into his mouth before placing his hands either side of Joss and pushing himself up until they are face to face. Joss’s pupils are dilated, his lips part slightly to catch his breath.
Gawin nudges his nose against Joss’s lightly and brings the cube in between his teeth. Joss opens his mouth further to catch the ice into his mouth.
“Suck,” Gawin instructs.
Joss sucks what is left of the cube whilst Gawin sits himself down on Joss’s lap. Gawin watches Joss’s throat as he swallows, their eyes lock before Gawin leans in to give Joss a kiss, their lips cool.
A small groan escapes Joss as Gawin pulls away, but his hand remains in his hair. His fingers curl around dampening locks. He reaches the ice bucket with his other hand, this time picking out a love heart shaped cube.
“Cute,” Joss says, trying to sound nonchalant, but Gawin can’t help but laugh.
Gawin doesn’t reply, he just puts his full weight down on Joss until his arse makes contact with Joss’s crotch. His very hard crotch.
“Mhm,” Gawin can’t be sure who makes the sound, so he rolls his hips and eyes up Joss’s reaction. A moan certainly left his mouth that time.
Gawin smirks, the ice melting between his fingers. He places it just under Joss’s ear and Joss arches his back like he’s just touched a live wire.
Gawin continues to move the ice lazily around Joss’s neck until he hits that spot right there and Joss is gripping onto Gawin’s thighs. Gawin leaves the ice there, a single finger now holding it against Joss’s skin just moving it around in little circles. Water drops down Joss’s throat and he gasps, his fingers tightening more.
“G- I-“, words fail him and Gawin probably should give his man some mercy, but he’s having too much fun with this.
“Shh, don’t try to speak,” Gawin leans closer until his mouth is by Joss’s ear, “just sit back and let me cool you down. You’re heating up babe.”
Because of you, not because of the weather. Joss thinks.
Gawin lowers his face into Joss’s neck and licks up the water there. With his left hand still in Joss’s hair he pulls his head back to get to his throat and he sucks and licks until there’s no trace of water left.
“Thirsty,” Gawin murmurs, licking his lips.
Joss’s hands travel up the length of Gawin’s thighs until they reach his arse. “You’re teasing me terribly.”
Before Gawin can say anything back, Joss is on his mouth, hot, urgent, tongue brushing against his own, making Gawin melt into him, his arms wrapping around his neck.
Gawin grinds down on him, Joss’s hips matching his movements and no - this is going off track.
“W-wait,” Gawin pulls away, Joss’s hands still kneading at the thickness of his arse cheeks. “I’m not finished yet.”
Gawin dips his hand into the ice bucket for another cube, he places it straight into his mouth and ducks his head to the other side of Joss’s neck.
He pushes the cube out half way with his tongue, his lips holding it carefully and starts a slow pattern up and down Joss’s neck. Joss doesn’t say a word, but his hands grip, his body moves closer and his head moves so Gawin has better access, like he’s greedy for that threat of coldness running down his skin.
Once the ice has melted and Gawin’s licked the other side of his neck he pulls away to take in Joss’s reaction. He looks dazed, frustrated, hungry. “So, so thirsty,” Gawin sighs, “I need more.”
“G-“
“What? You like me looking after myself, don’t you? This is me looking after myself, making sure I get plenty of water.”
Gawin bites his tongue playfully, Joss looks at him like he can’t endure anymore. His eyes dark with want and Gawin looks down at Joss’s neck in case he gives in already.
After a long moment, Joss sighs and bites lightly at Gawin’s throat, his lips brushing against his Adam’s apple as he whispers, “fine. Just make sure you can take the heat once you’re done with your little game.”
Joss lifts his hips again, as if Gawin isn’t aware of what’s going on beneath him. Gawin blinks slowly, restrains himself from arching his back and grinding down on him more than he has already.
“Is that a threat, P’Bao?”
Joss licks his lips, and sits back comfortably as he can, “oh baby, you know it’s a promise.”
Ugh.
Gawin breathes slowly, a shiver running down his spine… stay strong. Just a little longer.
Gawin takes two ice cubes this time, a butterfly and a star shape. He keeps his eyes on Joss as he reaches for another, this time placing it straight into Joss’s mouth. “Bite me.”
Joss’s eyes turn sleepy as he understands Gawin’s meaning. He bites down and crushes the ice in his mouth, Gawin feels it all over. His body reacts like it does when Joss takes him by surprise and times when he doesn’t, when he bites him in moments of passion, or when they’re just lazing around, or when they’ve just woken up or when they’re backstage and it’s just the two of them.
The cubes kiss Joss’s pecks, the water already running down his chest and pooling above the waistband of his pants. Gawin watches with unblinking eyes as he moves the cubes around until they are over Joss’s nipples.
“Fuck,” Joss rolls his head back, his thighs clenching under him.
“Sensitive today,” Gawin murmurs, the cubes circling unhurriedly. “The heat’s really got to you, huh?”
Joss looks back up at him, shaking his head dangerously slow. “I-“
Gawin laughs low, cutting Joss off. Joss’s nipples are so hard and tight he’s almost mesmerised. He blows a slow breath across his pecs, just a cruel blow of air - Joss bucks under him again and Gawin would be on the floor if it wasn’t for Joss still holding onto him.
With the ice melted once more he leans down licks and sucks up the water running down Joss’s chest. Joss’s nails dig in when Gawin scrapes his teeth against each bud.
“P-please - that’s, that’s enough-“
Gawin isn’t quick enough this time, Joss has him up by his waist in a swift motion and manhandles him down onto the couch so Joss is now over him.
Gawin catches his breath as Joss’s hand finds the bucket, “looks like you’ve caused quite a sweat, G.”
Without warning, Joss slips an ice cube up Gawin’s shorts causing him to shriek, the cold taking him by surprise.
“Maybe we should just help each other cool down instead, hm?”
Fin