Nb Feeder X Nb Feedee

Chapter 1 - Cold hands

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


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


Ozzy's lips curled into a smile as they nuzzled the spot between Finn's neck and chest, where their collarbones used to be.


At this obvious display of glee, Finn huffed defiantly.


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


A long, low sigh rolled off of Finn's tongue. They couldn't help it, they were already putty in Ozzy's hands (in more ways than one). Ozzy's thumbs slowly slid up until they ghosted over Finn's plump waist, caressing the upper part of their belly in soothing circles.


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


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


"And you have to buy me donuts later."


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