#okay no one request ES from me unless it's funny as hell from now on. this is what i think is rlly funny.

[didlivio]

Is it even a rat? What the fuck am I supposed to be looking at here

babygirl flag & requested by @lumieron caption from this tweet

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8. Ice cubes & 16. Orgasm denial/edging

GIF Credit: @s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r

You’re not gonna believe which Ramigo I’m using for this request 🙃

Sticky.

 You were so tired of feeling sticky and as you shifted on Elliot’s sofa, your legs making that godawful-schlurp as they lifted from the vinyl, you growled with frustration.

 Elliot’s eyes looked away from the movie on his laptop, but he didn’t turn his head.

 After a few more thrums of your fingers, you pushed up from the couch and paced restlessly around his apartment, checking to make sure every window was open. Agitation settled underneath your skin, like a million little ants crawling in and out of their busy nest.

 “You can afford an air conditioner, you know,” you grumbled as you opened the fridge and let the cool air soothe your skin.

 You could hear him move as he leaned forward and turned off the movie, but he remained silent.

 You turned around and let the cold air wash over the back of you, your eyes slipping shut in temporary relief. When you opened them again and stepped forward to shut the door, Elliot was watching you, his mouth pulled into that stoic-little-frown.

 Rolling your eyes as both the heat and your agitation immediately made you uncomfortable again, you huffed, “It wasn’t a personal insult, El. How the hell can you sit there and look like it isn’t 1,000 degrees at midnight? It’s nighttime—shouldn’t it cool off, like a fraction of a damn degree?”

 Elliot shrugged.

 You raised your eyebrow and popped your hands onto your hips as if you’d been issued a challenge.

 “So the heat doesn’t bother you? At all?”

 He shook his head no and crossed his arms, the worn sleeves of his black t-shirt riding up to expose more of his upperarms.

You shook your head and sighed through your nose, stalking over to the window that led onto the fire escape. You leaned onto the sill and poked your head out, listening to the couple two floors above you as they giggled, the smell of their shared joint assaulting your nose and the blue hue of their smoke as it fell hanging sticky in the night air.

 Sticky, you thought again, pulling at the front of your tank top and fanning yourself to no avail.

 “Don’t know what’s so funny,” you mumbled. “Unless you think melting into a pile of steaming skin is fucking hilarious.”

 You pushed off the sill and walked back to the couch, Elliot still in the same spot, in the same position, his eyes watching you with a caution that normally made you want to hug him, but tonight, it just agitated you.

 “I’m going back to my place. It’s literally hell in this apartment.”

 Elliot blinked up at you as you waited for a response. When several seconds passed, you shook your head in annoyance and waved your hand at him as you turned away. Dating Elliot required a stock of patience, but the heat chipped away at your normal store.

 “Wait—” Elliot called just as you were about to slip into your Keds.

 Something in the timber of his voice made you drop your shoe and turn around, your head cocked quizzically.

 “I . . . have an idea,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stood up from the sofa and walked over to his fridge. When his hand wrapped around the door of the freezer, he paused and turned his head to speak over his shoulder.

 “Do you trust me?”

 Your shoes already forgotten, you let your bag slip through your fingers and plop to the floor.

 “Ye-es,” you replied cautiously.

 “Get undressed—all the way. And lie down,” Elliot said, his hand still paused on the door of the freezer. “Please,” he added after a few heartbeats.

 Now you were hot for an entirely different reason, but you were too intrigued by Elliot’s proffered “idea” to really care.

 Giving him one last look, you walked over to his bed and began to pull your tank top over your head. You unhooked your bra, then slid out of your shorts, listening as Elliot got a glass out of the cupboard. You heard him crack the ice tray as you took off your panties and laid down on his bed, the covers already shoved out of the way because of the heat.

 Elliot walked over to the bed, a glass of ice in his hand. He looked down at you, his eyes dancing over your body in way that made you flush.

 He set the glass down on his computer desk and frowned, looking toward his open closet. He walked to it and rummaged around for a few seconds before producing a wrinkled grey tie that was littered with tiny orange polka dots.

 This is . . . different, you thought, watching him suck in his cheeks while he walked back to the bed and kneeled, the tie dangling awkwardly in his hands.

 “I know your complaining wasn’t personal, but it still . . . felt that way. Like you expect me to control the heat.”

 “I’m sor—”

 “I can’t control the heat,” Elliot spoke over your apology. “But . . . I can control your body.”

 “Oh,” you breathed, shocked by his brazen claim.

 “Would you like that?” he asked, his index finger twitching nervously over the edge of the tie.

 You offered your wrists to him, holding them together.  

 “Yes,” you affirmed as you looked him in the eye.

 Elliot’s face never broke its mask as he tied your wrists and then pushed your hands above your head. You scooted lower on the bed so your arms were stretched out, your knuckles just brushing the wall.

 He stood and reached for the cup of ice, but before he picked it up, he pulled off his t-shirt.

 “It’s hot in here,” he murmured, the whisper of a smirk teasing the corner of his mouth.

 Your mouth, however, popped open in an expression of offense, but Elliot had turned away to grab the glass. He kneeled on the mattress again, setting the glass between the mattress and the dresser beside his bed. He moved between your legs, his jean-clad hips settling against your naked ones as he kissed you, tentatively at first, but as soon as you hummed against his lips, he began to kiss you in earnest.

 You didn’t even know he had reached for the ice until he pulled away from your mouth to slip the ice cube between his lips. Holding it with his teeth, he bent to run the ice over your lips, water dribbling down each side of your jaw as the ice quickly melted.

 Elliot nudged your chin up with his nose and traced the ice quickly down your neck, causing you to gasp at the sensation when it dipped into the juncture at the base of your throat.

 As Elliot moved down the middle of your chest, you shivered. The ice cube was melting quickly and you could feel the tiny rivers of water it left in its wake.

 After sucking the remnant of the cube into his mouth, he crunched and swallowed before reaching for another piece. This time, Elliot went straight for your nipple and your gasp quickly turned into a strangled moan as you felt both harden in response to the ice.

 He swirled the cube over your right breast, then turned his attention to your left, freezing its nipple, making you shudder. Elliot’s hand came up to grasp your right breast while he teased the left with his mouth and when the ice cube diminished, he moved to your belly button and left the cube there to melt as he closed his mouth over your nipple.

 His tongue was cool while he lavished attention on your left nipple, but by the time he moved to the right, it was warm again. The heat from his mouth in contrast with the melting ice in your bellybutton made arousal pool between your thighs. Your wrists strained against the tie as you gripped the edge of the mattress and your body bucked up into Elliot’s, desperate for more attention.

 With a contented sigh at your eagerness, Elliot kissed down to the icy little pool in your belly button and licked at the water, splashing little drops onto your stomach and kissing them away.

 Elliot paused, once again reaching up for the cup of ice, but this time, he kept the cube in his fingers and as you watched him sit back on his haunches, you opened your thighs for him, letting him see the result of his icy handiwork.

 His big grey eyes were half-lidded as he gazed at your wet heat, seemingly in a trance as he brought the fresh piece of ice to your pussy, lightly touching your outer lips.

 “O—oh,” you moaned as your thighs twitched at the cold.

 Elliot glanced up, “Still okay?”

 “More than okay,” you breathed, relaxing your thighs again and waiting for him to keep going.

 The next touch was directly to your clit and you thought the sensation was more odd than arousing—that was until Elliot slid the ice cube down to your center and bent to cover your clit with his hot mouth.

You could feel the ice melting, leaking from your pussy down to your bum and it was titillating, that contrast between cold and hot, and much quicker than you would have thought, you felt the beginnings of your orgasm.

 As you became more vocal, Elliot flicked at your clit with his tongue, but when your hips began to buck, he backed off pulling away both the last bit of ice and his mouth.

 “Not yet,” Elliot’s voice rumbled as he began to rub your clit lightly with his frozen fingertips.

 You arched your back and pushed into his hand, but he pushed down on your stomach with his unoccupied hand and held you still. He slid his cold index finger and his warm middle finger inside of you and began to tease at your hidden bundle of nerves.

 “Elliot,” you whined, fighting against his hand as your hips twitched.

 He ignored you and continued to pump his thick fingers in and out of your center, pausing only when he moved up to reach for the half-melted cup of ice.

 Armed with another cube, he teased your nipples again as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, bringing you to the edge once more, only to pull his fingers out at the last second and leave you panting with frustration. You brought your bound hands down from above your head, but Elliot tsked and stretched out over your body, forcing your hands above your head and holding them there.

 “I control your body,” he hissed in your ear. “Remember?”

 “Please, El. Please,” you whimpered, your eyes shut tight as you writhed underneath him.

 Elliot ran another piece of ice over your lips as he continued to pin your arms above your head.

 “Look at me.”

 You opened your eyes and held his intense gaze as he pushed the cold cube teasingly between your lips, cool trails of water once again running from the corners of your mouth and along your jaw.

 Elliot slipped the piece of ice into his mouth and kissed along your jaw, your chin, and by the time he reached your mouth, his tongue was cold as he slipped it between your lips.

 As he kissed you, you felt him reach for his jeans, and when you heard his zipper opening, you shivered not from the cold of the ice, but from anticipation.  

 He slipped inside of you with ease, your arms straining, your thighs clenching, your head tossed back at the sensation of his cock filling you up.

 “Oh my god,” you groaned as Elliot pulled back.

 He grunted in response and snapped his hips into yours again, eliciting another deep moan. He just felt so good after all of his provocation.

 Elliot’s lean body stretched out over yours and he reached up with both hands to grasp your forearms as he fucked you, his hot body aligned with your much cooler one.

 You wrapped your legs around Elliot’s calves sliding across the denim as you pressed your heels into him to encourage his pace. After being twice-denied a chance to come, your body was determined to see its climax and you felt the tell-tale pooling of heat in your abdomen.

 “Please,” you panted, nipping at Elliot’s ear.

 Elliot answered by pulling out of you and sliding down your body; he latched onto your clit and sucked hard before soothing you with his tongue, his mouth moving in a steady rhythm until you yelled out his name, a series of breathy pants following.

When he slid back inside of your impossibly tight, impossibly wet center you knew that he was going to pull another orgasm from you.

 Twice denied, twice granted.

 Reaching up for your hands, he continued to thrust slowly into you as he untied your wrists, and when you were finally free, you reached for him and he melted down onto you, his slick skin sliding across yours as you clutched at his back. Sliding your hand into his hair, you gripped it tightly as you bucked into him, meeting his hips in a rhythm that soon had you coming again.

 You bit down on his shoulder from the force of this orgasm, unable to even utter a coherent word as you came hard, your pussy contracting around Elliot’s cock in a way that sent him straight over the edge.

 “Uhhh,” Elliot groaned in your ear, his chest rumbling with his low moans of pleasure as his hot cum shot inside you.

 He collapsed on top of you, catching his breath as you wrapped your legs around his waist, not wanting him to move away. There was something profoundly intimate about the moments after he came inside you, and you always strived to extend that moment, to keep Elliot’s mind locked in its hazy, post-orgasm peace.

 Elliot wriggled and you relaxed your legs, letting him push up from where his head had been resting on your shoulder.

 He said nothing, but the warmth that softened the intensity of his grey gaze spoke every word of love that Elliot knew. You smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes scanning your face before he kissed you sweetly and moved away to lie on his back.

 “I would like to categorize your ‘idea’ as genius.”

 Elliot chuckled, “It was one of my better ones. And I hope it means you’ll stay here in hell with me?”

 You laughed and rolled onto your side, looking closely at his profile, as you replied, “I’ll sleep next to the devil himself.”

 Elliot’s lips were still twisted up in a slight smile.

 “Hey.”

 He turned to look at you.

 “Me wanting to go home to my central air doesn’t equal me not wanting to be with you.”

 Elliot tried to look away, ashamed you could so easily see his insecurity, but you reached out and cupped his cheek, running your thumb lightly along the soft skin under his eye.

 “I love you.”

 Elliot swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, mumbling a quiet, “Okay.”

 You leaned over and kissed his forehead, knowing that sometimes, that was as close as he could come to saying I love you, too.