Tongue to the Poll
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dorksidefikerTitle: Tongue to the Poll
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Anole/Iceman
Prompt: 57. Pain
Word Count: 317
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When someone giving you oral sex tells you to stop doing something, you stop.
Author's Notes: Written formarvel_kink
Everything was going just fine, as far as Victor was concerned, until Bobby iced up. The shock of the sudden cold replacing the warm flesh that had been in his mouth made Victor jerk back, and he glared accusingly at the cryokinetic. He tried to say something along the lines of how completely mean that was, but his tongue was stuck fast to the man’s penis, keeping Victor from doing more than mumble. Bobby smiled innocently, which only made Victor angrier. “Thith ithnth funneh.”
Bobby leaned in, running his fingers down the side of Victor’s neck. “Just try it, you might like it.”
“I’m thuck!” Victor protested, trying desperately to pull his tongue back. It refused to budge, and it was really starting to hurt.
Naturally, this was when Jean-Paul Beaubier decided that it was long past time he and Bobby talked about where the money he was contributing to the X-Men’s newest endevor was actually going.
***
"I am never listening to you ever again."
Bobby winced, then forced a grin as he draped an arm around Victor's shoulders. "Hey, it's not-" Victor's hand wrapped around Bobby's wrist, lifting it and letting the limb drop before stalking off. If the reptilian mutant had been more cat-like, his hair would have been standing on end. "Jeeze, what's your problem?"
"My problem," Victor said, his tone surprisingly reasonable, "is that you froze my tongue to your dick. Just in time for Northstar, or all people, to catch us. So, in short, you are my problem."
"There's no need to get huffy. It was all in fun."
"The only one having fun was you."
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Anole/Iceman
Prompt: 57. Pain
Word Count: 317
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When someone giving you oral sex tells you to stop doing something, you stop.
Author's Notes: Written for
marvel_kinkEverything was going just fine, as far as Victor was concerned, until Bobby iced up. The shock of the sudden cold replacing the warm flesh that had been in his mouth made Victor jerk back, and he glared accusingly at the cryokinetic. He tried to say something along the lines of how completely mean that was, but his tongue was stuck fast to the man’s penis, keeping Victor from doing more than mumble. Bobby smiled innocently, which only made Victor angrier. “Thith ithnth funneh.”
Bobby leaned in, running his fingers down the side of Victor’s neck. “Just try it, you might like it.”
“I’m thuck!” Victor protested, trying desperately to pull his tongue back. It refused to budge, and it was really starting to hurt.
Naturally, this was when Jean-Paul Beaubier decided that it was long past time he and Bobby talked about where the money he was contributing to the X-Men’s newest endevor was actually going.
***
"I am never listening to you ever again."
Bobby winced, then forced a grin as he draped an arm around Victor's shoulders. "Hey, it's not-" Victor's hand wrapped around Bobby's wrist, lifting it and letting the limb drop before stalking off. If the reptilian mutant had been more cat-like, his hair would have been standing on end. "Jeeze, what's your problem?"
"My problem," Victor said, his tone surprisingly reasonable, "is that you froze my tongue to your dick. Just in time for Northstar, or all people, to catch us. So, in short, you are my problem."
"There's no need to get huffy. It was all in fun."
"The only one having fun was you."