Not so Vanilla Ice
Summary – I have a boyfriend, Uchiha Sasuke, who was so cold and frigid we used to joke about the ice prick lodged up his arse. Too bad it was only in his dreams.
We've been dating for almost half a year before I realised he had an ice kink. Sure, we've played around with frozen objects before, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. It started small when we tongue-played around blocks of ice, running our tongues over the smooth surface, letting it drip wet as we passed it between our mouths until it melted under our shared heat. My tongue numbed after that, but generally, I was fine with that.
Over time, he grew more daring.
Ice was introduced into the bedroom, dragged across our bodies leaving a slick trail of cool liquid, easily dispersed into air. It would run along sensitive areas, pulled by sensual lips, burning with its cold caress and leaving us shivering and moaning for more. It was hot.
Then things started to feel weird.
I never knew how or why, but I let him smuggle a sheet of thin ice between us as we jerked each other off, letting it pool in the gaps between out chests and spilling as we rolled. If it were half as good as it sounds, I wouldn't be complaining, but the soggy mattress after was not so cool.
But alas, ice became a constant.
By now, ice had corrupted every part of my warm body, slid across or left to bake. And both of us had suffered the terrors of ice enemas (only to come back for more). And if it wasn't weird enough, during winter he came around every day so we could adult-play in the snow – even when we faced the consequences.
And then there was the breaking point.
Our fridges were constantly impregnated with ice-cubes of assorted shapes and sizes, accompanied by the ever delightful shaved ice. I woke up once as I felt something strange happening below. He had decided to make a cast for my dick (which we decided to use since it seemed to fit). I don't think I ever recovered since cold feet are nothing compared to cold dicks.
Which was when I decided to confront him.
"Oi, Sasuke, don't you think your ice-kink is getting a little out of hand?"
"..."
"Well?"
".... You mean you don't have an ice fetish?"
"..."
"..."
"Me?"
"I thought it was something you liked. I was over it in the first few weeks."
"..."
Needless to say, we never played around with ice again.
A/N – Even though it never snows over here, it's still a bit chilly. Dunno why I wrote about ice, is this an unconscious confession? Whatever.
Ending inspired by Sasuke and Naruto's awesome communication skills.
Hoped you liked it, but honestly I have no idea. Might be a bit retarded since I'm half dead and unbeta'd. R & R to tell me what you think.
