Male feeder x male feedee

Chapter 3 - winter weight

A pair of icy hands clasped together underneath Warren's belly. He jumped slightly, making it jiggle incessantly.


"Why'd you do that? Your hands are so cold," he whined in protest as his feeder pressed a kiss to his shoulder.


Peter's lips curled into a smile as he nuzzled the spot between Warren's neck and chest, where his collarbones used to be.


At this obvious display of glee, Warren huffed defiantly.


"Let me make it up to you, babe," Peter murmured. The contrast of his warm breath on Warren's neck and freezing cold hands--growing warmer by the minute--kneading around and under Warren's gut made him shiver, goosebumps prickling all over his skin.


A long, low sigh rolled off of Warren's tongue. He couldn't help it, he was already putty in Peter's hands (in more ways than one). Peter's thumbs slowly slid up until they ghosted over Warren's plump waist, caressing the upper part of his belly in soothing circles.


"Fine, I guess you can use me as your personal heater. But just this once!"


The way his boyfriend's fingers nearly halted in surprise, then gently dug into Warren's flesh, increasing their rhythm, had him biting his bottom lip to hold back a moan.


"And you have to buy me donuts later."


Peter's smile widened into a knowing smirk. "I think we can arrange that."