I BLAME HEARII FOR TALKING TO ME AND FHAL FOR HER A-MA-ZIIIING (porn) ARTWORK.

HATS OFF.

HATS. OFF.


"Uh...Ike..."

"I'm sorry; could you wait a minute Marth?"

"But...But, Ike-"

"Marth, please. I'll be with you in a moment, okay?"

That was the reaction Ike had given him earlier during his flustered predicament.

The need mounting in his sensitive organ had been almost too much to bear, especially as everyone were eating tall, thick ice lollies as a means of cooling their bodies from summer heat.

The way Ike's tongue had swirled around its tip before dipping back down to absorb the ice in his moist cavern made Marth's senses go wild, adding to the fact that he and the mercenary hadn't had their usual sex in two days. Two whole days.

"I-Ike!" Wrung from his throat, both of his slim hands working separate areas at a slow yet intensely satisfying pace. If he was too distracted to eat his own ice lolly, why couldn't he just use it for the higher need instead?

The cool snack was pumped in and out of his neatly stretched hole by eager fingers, drawing forth groans and small cries as it froze his insides with each pleasurable thrust. Despite the fact of his position only giving him so much access to his rear, Marth tried his best to push the melting treat in as far as possible; having to push it further and further and further each time as white cream flowed from between his pert cheeks.

The other gloved fist rubbed frantically at his erection desperately, navy garment smudging the pearly liquid that leaked forth over his organ over and over, giving the appendage a shimmering look.

His head leaned backward, eyes barely open at the sensation he was experiencing. Another bout of cries sprung forth from his lips, the same name leaping into the musky air with force. He was so close; he could feel the semen spurt from his own fresh in his mind. Unless that was just the lone trail of saliva trickling from the corner of his agape, panting mouth.

Ike sighed with an exasperated expression, nibbling off the end of his ice lolly. Seriously, Falco could TALK. But not only did he talk, he talked about himself. The entire time. Ike couldn't see how Fox managed to work with him in the first place.

As he cracked open the door leading to the room he shared with the Altean monarch, he hummed happily. Marth was always the person who could cheer him up after an unwanted ear-bashing like that.

"Hey Marth, I'm sorry about-"

Both he and the monarch stopped in their tracks, the tip of each cold treat still within their respective holes.

"Oh...Ike..." The monarch breathed with a heavy blush, fingers still pumping the stick despite having been caught in the act. Ike raised an eyebrow on the dawn of Marth's comment, not at all sure of whether it had been out of surprise or pleasure.

"...Marth. Why-"

"Because you were talking and...ah...and if I'm not hungry for ice cream...why not use it for something else...?"

An awkward silence fell over the room, quiet sloshes, smacks and moans filling the void.

"...Lift your legs higher, Marth." Ike stated bluntly, sitting on the bed and leaning between the prince's legs with a faint smile.


I need to learn how to write fluff. Any teachers? C: