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A breeze wafted through the room drawing Bakura's attention. He spotted Marik leaning forward on the balcony, his bronzed skin aglow in the setting sun. As he came nearer the Egyptian, he stopped at the table where a bucket of ice sat with a stolen bottle of wine, the condensation pooling into the tablecloth. He silently retrieved an ice cube, sliding it between his teeth and immediately giving in to shivers. He pulled another from the bucket and continued his way towards Marik, who still had a faraway look in his eyes as he watched the sun set.
Bakura grabbed him roughly, sliding his hand holding the ice cube up toned abs. Marik gasped Bakura's name, as his cooled tongue trailed along his earlobe. Marik shakily grasped Bakura's wrist as if to stop him, but instead assisted in the movements, moaning as the ice teasingly passed above his right nipple.
Bakura pulled Marik in tighter, running his tongue over his earlobe once more as his free hand slid downwards into his pants. His grip on Marik tightened, as the boy attempted to squirm out of his grasp, heat flooding his face. Marik was unbearably hard already.
Bakura smirked and let him go making his way back inside. Marik glowered at his partners back for a moment, faltering when Bakura turned back to him pushed a new ice cube between his lips. He smiled coyly around it, and single droplet rolling down his chin. Transfixed by that droplet, the Egyptian rushed towards Bakura without thinking, quickly closing the distance between them and running his tongue along his lovers chin before fighting him for the ice cube between his teeth.
Bakura growled playfully, his teeth tightening on Marik's icy prize. His arms came around the boy with an ice fetish, his hands exploring where his back was exposed, down over his firm ass and groped his inner thigh harshly, eliciting a moan from Marik.
Bakura suddenly shoved Marik roughly backward, knocking him on his back onto the bed. The tanned boy sat up on his elbows to complain, but scowled when he heard a crunch. Bakura laughed darkly as he chewed the ice cube Marik had been so desperate to get. He reached into the bucket again and removed the wine, setting it down on the table with a hard thump. He lifted the bucket and emptied its contents into the bed with one quick movement, showering Marik in a torrential downpour of loving cold.
Marik sat up gasping before Bakura pushed him down again kissing him passionately as he gathered handfuls of ice in his hands. Marik moaned against Bakura's lips as the ice filled hands traveled beneath his shirt and all over his torso. When Bakura abandoned one of the handfuls of ice to fumble with the zipper of Marik's pants, Marik did not fight him this time.
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