Greek fire – Sometimes adding water is the right thing to do! LIME!
The kiss started slow and Bobby cupped John's face with his right hand, pulling the boy closer to him. John invaded first, Bobby all too compliant as he opened his mouth for the intruding organ. It wasn't long before his own tongue joined in the battle; they took their time, reveling in the exploration of each other's mouth. John moved to straddle Bobby. They both tensed when their erections pressed against each other; their breaths caught as the pleasurable sensations swept over them. Bobby pushed away from the wall to slide down and John followed, lying on top of the iceman. Bobby smirked and flipped them over, taking advantage of John's surprise to pin his arms and freeze his wrists to the floor, knowing John couldn't do anything without some source of fire. After a few seconds of struggle, John finally conceded to his restraints. Bobby took the dominant position and passionately kissed the man beneath him. He could feel John's struggle to get closer and his breathing became ragged as the pyro's movements created a burning friction between them.
Bobby braced himself with his forearms and leant in for another kiss, never breaking the rhythm of the frottage. He dipped his tongue slowly into John's mouth; the two organs involuntarily turned to the side to stroke against one another. Bobby curled his tongue upward so that the tip of it licked the flat side of John's; he brought it up out of John's mouth and moved south to doff the pyro's jeans and boxers. He grinned evilly at the sight of John's dick yearning upward for a sheath. He blew a cool (but not too cold) breath that threatened to frighten away the eager member; however, its hesitancy paid off as Bobby soon gave the shivering organ the sheath it so desperately wanted. He sucked the cold out of John's warmth, eliciting a loud moan from the fire-wielding friend. Slowly licking his way down, he pressed his muscle to John's opening. He teased it for a while, probing ever so slightly towards the darkness inside, before forcing it in.
John hooked right knee around, sliding up and down Bobby's back as the iceman worked his magic. His face was flushed and his breathing was getting heavier when the direct pleasure ceased. He opened his eyes to see Bobby staring back at him; he could feel the cold tips of freezer-boy's fingers prodding his entrance and he couldn't help but smile in anticipation for what was going to happen next.
And that's what did it. The moment Bobby slipped his fingers inside of John, he caught that burning smile and felt himself start to melt. His index and middle fingers liquefied into water as they searched for the John's sweet spot. He could still control the water and swirled it around John's prostate, stroking the hidden pleasure point. John's expression of complete ecstasy caused the water to respond in ways Bobby had no control over. The water tightened and loosened, fiercely swirled around and softly tugged down, and John lost himself in the pleasure, cumming without abandon.
Sensing its job was done, the water solidified and reformed into Bobby's flesh and bone. The iceman flexed his fingers, glad to have them back.
"Did they teach you that in training?" As soon as John got his breath down to its normal tempo, he couldn't help but wonder at where John had learned that trick. "Or did you stay up late at night, teaching yourself?"
Bobby grinned at the latter question's implications and kissed John. "Only you," he said, before silencing whatever reply John may have had with another kiss.