Page 104 of Cold as Ice

“God, why do you have to be this way?” Elliott complained.

“Clueless?”

“Completely fucking hot, in every single goddamn way,” Elliott said firmly.

“Oh.Oh.”

“Oh.” He shook his head, affectionate and in awe of how much he really liked this guy. Even more than he’d ever imagined he would—and he had a fucking fantastic imagination. Elliottregained the last of his energy and found it was actually easy to muscle Malcolm into the spot he’d just occupied.

“Aw, baby,” Elliott cooed as he leaned in, finally relieving Mal of his jeans and boxer briefs, “that looks like it’s painful.”

His cock was hard and twitching, flushed red and drooling onto Mal’s abs.

Elliott couldn’t help but lean in and clean that up a little. Mal gasped as he slid his tongue around the head.

But he had another goal in mind. A plan he hoped Mal would be down with.

With one hand he reached into his drawer, grabbing what he needed, and the other, he trailed down Mal’s thigh, enjoying the way the muscle tensed under his touch.

He slid his thumb against Mal’s hole, and Mal stiffened again—not in a good way.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Elliott promised.

“I want to.” Mal hesitated. “I’m not sure I’m—Iwantto.”

“Do you trust me?” Elliott asked, before he could psych himself out, thinking of the possible answers Mal could give to that question.

But Mal nodded, expression solemn and serious. “I do,” he said. “I trust you.”

Elliott knew what that meant—to him, and to Mal.

“I got you,” he said.

He took his time, warming the lube between his fingers then carefully spreading it around Mal’s hole, only breaching him a little at a time. First a single finger, then two.

Not everyone liked this, and Elliott wouldn’t have minded if Mal didn’t. But he did. Liked probably was an understatement. He was biting his lips, face and chest flushed red, and his cock was twitching with arousal against his stomach, not flagging in the least as Elliott fucked him with his fingers.

When he finally slipped them out of the white-hot tightness of Mal’s body, Mal groaned in disappointment.

“Trust me some more, okay?” Elliott asked. “You’re gonna like this even more.”

He had a vibrating plug, but he thought that was going to be a step too far for Mal today, so he took his simpler one, lubed it up, and then slid it carefully inside him, slow and deliberate.

Mal tensed and groaned low in his throat. “I’m so fucking close,” he begged. “God, let me come.”

If this worked the way Elliott hoped, the plug would rest right against his prostate, driving him crazy with pleasure, when Elliott returned his attention to his cock.

Sure enough—Mal gave a shout when the plug came to rest and practically every muscle in his body vibrated.

“Yeah, that’s good, right?” Elliott teased, tapping the base of the plug, enjoying the intensity of Mal’s reaction. He loved how responsive he was, how incredibly into this he was. Not just the ass play, but every single minute of their time together.

From the moment they started to kiss, Malcolm was always all-in, intently focused on Elliott, like he couldn’t even think about anyone else.

“God, yes,” Mal said with a rough groan. “Please let me come.”

“Oh, honey, I’ve got you,” Elliott said, and he’d barely gotten his mouth around Mal’s cock when he lost it, rope after rope of come falling across his tongue and down his throat.

Mal’s cry sounded like it came from deep inside him, and it went on longer than Elliott had hoped, even.

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