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Edward had just proposed an idea to Izzy.
“What can I say, I just adore coming up with new ways to torture you, love,” Edward says with a smile pulling at his lips. But the cruelty of the words didn’t match his loving tone, especially not when he reaches a warm hand to clasp over Izzy’s. Ed leans forward and takes a sip of his drink before he speaks next.
“If you can’t take it, we’ll stop. But I know you can. You’re so tough for me.”
“It doesn’t really seem.. all that bad,” Izzy reassures him. “Especially compared to some of the scenes we’ve done,” he trails off, eyes staring aimlessly towards middle distance.
Ed nods, a little wry laugh bubbling up from his chest. “Mmm, that’s for sure. But I think maybe the.. length of this scene might be a challenge for ya. I do know your tolerance to withstand torment is quite high, just uh.. wanna see much how higher I can push it.” Ed rubs his thumb over the back of Izzy’s hand gently.
“Yeah, cause it’s just so fun for you,” Izzy smirks, knowing the dark side of Ed loves to rear it’s beautiful head in ways that specifically, directly impact Izzy and his comfort.
“Mm, it really is,” Ed agrees, flashing a stunning smile. “Fun for you too, Iz. Know you love being my dog.”
Izzy just blushes, cause how do you respond to that? Can’t deny the truth. He just leans closer into Ed, hiding his face, and Ed wraps a big arm around his shoulder and presses his lips to the side of Izzy’s forehead.
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They’re standing in the small bathroom, Ed just behind Izzy. Ed looks over Izzy’s shoulder at the shower he had just turned on.
Ed reaches around Izzy’s torso and pulls his shirt over his head for him. Izzy raises his arms obediently, letting the shirt slide off. Ed tosses it on the floor to join Izzy’s pants and underwear.
Izzy feels exposed, being completely naked while Ed is still mostly dressed. He’s got on his pants still, his shirt is fully unbuttoned though, exposing his tattooed chest.
“You ready, Iz?” Ed asks, tucking his chin onto Izzy‘s shoulder and joining his gaze towards to shower head.
Izzy curiously steps forward and reaches his fingers towards the stream bursting out of the shower head, pulling them back almost immediately upon impact. His fingers sting.
“Fuck!” He blurts out. “Ed, that’s freezing!”
Edward doesn’t bat an eyelash. “Mm. It sure is, baby,” he says, voice low and devious. “So uh.. get in,” Ed says firmly, laughing a little at the end as he takes a step back to lean against the counter.
“God, you’re such a dick,” Izzy mutters under his breath. Ed ignores his comment and simply places a firm hand in the middle of Izzy’s back, adding slight pressure to push him forward a little.
Izzy moves two steps closer to the jet of freezing water, the droplets beginning to splash against his legs upon his approach. Even just the tiny drops felt like needles against his skin. His legs break out in goosebumps immediately. Izzy continues to just stand there.
“Izzy, get under the water, now.” Edward’s voice has a warning tone to it. He then jumps up to sit on the bathroom counter, facing Izzy. He takes a second to get comfortable and then starts gently swinging his legs, a bit too gleefully. His heels tap lightly against the cupboard below, impatient.
Izzy moves forward a bit more, his hands up to shield himself futilely.
The water is so cold it aches. It makes his nipples grow hard immediately, the sting of the water settling rapidly deep into his bones. He sucks in a big breath, forcing himself to follow Edward’s order.
Shivering, he turns around to face away. He leans over into himself like a wounded animal- to protect his soft under belly and let the water hit his back instead. His arms folded tightly across his chest, he bites his lip and tries to focus on anything else but the shock of the temperature. He keeps breathing, deeply now, willing his body to adjust.
“Stand up straight, Iz,” Ed chides. “Arms at your side. Quit being a baby,” he tacks on, making Izzy stick his bottom lip out in a pout.. much like a baby. But he follows Ed’s instructions, straightening out his spine against the torment of the frigid stream.
“Mm, that’s my good boy,” Ed praises. He watches Izzy like a hawk, but his posture is relaxed. He leans his back against the wall, still swinging his legs over the edge of the bathroom counter. Izzy stands there, shivering.
“Really get in there, Iz. C’mon, get your hair wet and everything. Don’t make me wait, you’ll only be making it worse.”
Izzy doesn’t even grumble this time, knowing better than to put up too much of a fuss against Ed’s orders. Izzy always has a hard time giving up control at first. They can be loose with the start and end of scenes, but he’s smart enough to know when they’re fully in one. So he tilts his head back, his jaw falling open with the further shock of the glacial water. His eyebrows knit together, willing himself to do this for Ed. The icy water streams down through his hair, his scalp tingling with it.
“Put your fuckin’ face in it,” Ed prompts. Izzy can hear the evil little smile in his voice, but he does it anyways, tilting his head back further. The soft, thin skin on his eyelids and lips burn with it. The tip of his nose feels like it’s just about to fall clean off his face, rushing down the drain. What a pleasant thought, he thinks to himself.
He tilts his head back too far and it gets up his nose a bit, making him jerk his head away and sneeze, his body tempted to cough and get the water out. His whole body breaks out in new, invigorated shivers. Izzy hears Ed snicker softly, but he keeps his eyes closed and puts his face back in the icy flow as he was told.
“How do ya feel, dog?” Ed asks, without a hint of concern for Izzy’s well-being in his voice. Izzy takes his face out of the stream to reply.
“It’s so fucking hot, boss. I can’t take it, please, I’m burning up,” he says sarcastically.
Ed laughs out loud, taken by surprise. He bends up one knee to hug his arms around, his other leg still swinging happily underneath him. “Oh, fuck off,” he bites back, but he’s smiling. “Turn around so you’re facing it now. I wanna see something.”
Izzy braces himself as he turns and the water hits his chest. The water pressure here is good, and it bites against his sensitive neck and his nipples. He bites his lips and curls his hands into fists, keeping them at his sides like he was told.
“Take a little step back, doggy.”
Izzy does, and the stream is now focused on his stomach, his crotch and the tops of his thighs. It trickles down his legs, freezing his toes.
“Mm.. perfect. Now, hold your lips open and expose that little cock for me.”
Izzy darts his eyes quickly over towards Edward, just to check how serious he is. Edward just flips his hand over and raises his eyebrows at him as if to say, ‘well? I don’t have all day!’
Izzy swallows thickly, getting nervous now. But still, he does as he’s told. He’s such a good dog. He uses his fingers to part his lips, his cock popping out from its safe, warm hiding spot between them. A direct stream hits the tip of his dick, making him whimper.
“Just like that, doggy,” Ed soothes, leaning forward to rest his chin on his own knee. He tilts his head in curiosity (much like a dog himself) as he watches Izzy’s little cock bounce under the pressure of the stream.
“Ah, it’s so cold, boss,” Izzy hisses out, his teeth chattering as he does his best to do what he’s told.
“Isn’t it?” Ed agrees, but making no motion to change the situation. Izzy’s been in the shower for roughly just under 5 minutes now, and it’s starting to really get to him. He’s beginning to break down, but overall his stamina is still good. He grits his jaw, grinding his teeth and willing them to stop clattering. Izzy’s tongue darts out to lick his lips, as he looks down his own body at the assault on his cock. Normally this would feel pretty good, if it wasn’t for the fucking frigid temperature of the vibrations.
Izzy’s mouth falls open and he groans, but stays still because Edward hasn’t told him he can move yet.
“Look at yourself. Tell me how it feels,” Ed commands, seeming genuinely interested.
“It’s.. very uncomfortable, boss,” Izzy is full on panting now, his fingers feel frozen to the bone from being in the stream along with his cock. His cock has gone completely numb, but he can still feel the dull sensation of it jiggling around under the stream of water. It feels funny and sore and horrible. He feels so exposed, standing in the shower and holding open his fucking pussy just for Edward. Yet his stomach turns in an way that isn’t entirely unpleasant, most likely from the humiliation of it all. “I don’t like it, boss.. ah, fuck.. it hurts..”
Edward likes when he goes into details, and to hopefully speed this all up, Izzy tacks on, “the tip.. the tip of my cock is just aching so bad, sir, please.. I..” he trails off, trying to keep his composure but definitely spiraling towards losing it, even from his own words.
“Mmmm, perfect, Izzy. Glad to hear it!” Edward is grinning as he hops down enthusiastically off the counter, stands closer the shower and starts to take off his shirt. “Well, I for one? I fuckin’ love it.”
Izzy can see the movement of Edward undressing out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t turn his head. Ed gets closer, ducking his face down to peer directly at Izzy’s dick getting tormented by the icy water.
“Spread a little more for me, doggy,” Ed coos. Immediately Izzy widens his stance, thankful to finally get his feet out of the cold stream. He wiggles his toes uselessly, the numbness persisting. Reluctantly he repositions his grip and spreads himself out wider, his tiny cock as exposed as it can be. His cock hasn’t grown in size at all, even though the humiliation Ed puts him through typically would do just the trick.
“Ah, ol Izzy. You’ve been such a good dog for me, love. Why don’t you put your little cock away for now,” Edward instructs, standing up straight again. Izzy immediately removes his fingers from the water stream and tucks his feet together. His thighs clench, finally protecting his sensitive groin once again. His cock feels foreign now, numb and cold and sitting between his numb, cold lips. He squirms at the sensation. He tucks his fingers under his armpits for warmth. He turns away so his back is to the stream, shielding his front but dousing his back with ice all over again.
“Fuck, that is fucking cold,” Ed chimes in helpfully, flicking water off his fingers after he stuck his hand in the stream. Izzy almost fucking shouts for joy when Ed’s hand reaches towards the shower knob, but he just stands still as a stone just as he’s been instructed. However, Izzy’s heart climbs up his throat when Ed’s hand doesn’t turn the knob.. it just rests there. Edward is eyeing him carefully. Izzy can’t make eye contact, his throat feels tight and he doesn’t want to cry.
“Should I turn the warmth up a bit? Just for you?” Ed teases, moving the dial a fraction in the direction of the red “H” on the left. “Would you keep being a good dog for me?”
That does it. Being a good dog always gets him. Fuck. Izzy bites his lip as tears well in his eyes. He opens his mouth to talk, but when he makes eye contact with Edward he stops and just closes it again. Edward stitches his eyebrows together, nodding and silently urging Izzy to use his words.
“I want.. I want to be so so good for you daddy, ple-ase,” the words tumble out quickly through chattered teeth, and he chokes out the last word, shivering uncontrollably now.
“Mmmm don’t worry, I know you will be,” Ed reassures, upping the temperature more at last. He turns it to room temperature, as to not shock Izzy too much, or damage his body to a true detrimental point. He’s already been in a freezing shower for almost 10 minutes, raising his heart rate and his blood pressure. His thighs are cramping against the cold, his breathing heavy.
“I feel..” Izzy grumbles, bracing an arm on the shower wall, as a wave of dizziness washing over him. Edward is already stepping into the shower to join him, his own pants discarded on the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Ed wraps his big, warm arms around Izzy’s smaller frame and shields him from the water pressure, letting it hit his own back and trickle over both of them. He presses his full body flush with Izzy’s, the front of his thighs warming the back of Izzy’s. Izzy’s ass is freezing against Ed’s groin, but he doesn’t say anything, just tucks his chin over Izzy’s shoulder like he always does.
“You’re okay, I’ve got ya,” Ed rumbles. He runs his warm hands all over Izzy’s chest and stomach, removing one momentarily to up the temperature a bit more. Izzy’s tears finally fall as Ed hugs him tight in both arms again. He lets out a surprised little noise at the burn of them.. the heat of it streaking down his frozen cheeks in searing tracks. His hot tears drip down onto his lip and he darts a tongue out to wipe it away, savoring the warmth of it. Ed kisses his neck sweetly, his mouth feeling fiery against his skin. Izzy sniffles as Ed begins rocking him gently back and forth and rubbing circles on his stomach.
Izzy starts to shuffle his weight from foot to foot, growing uncomfortable in another way as he finally warms up a bit more.
“Boss, I..” he grits out, the pressure building in his bladder. “I have to pee,” he says miserably, hanging his head low.
“I know, love, that’s all part of the plan,” Ed soothes, his hand pressing a bit harder into Izzy’s lower stomach. “You can let go, whenever you’re ready, hmm?” He returns to kissing Izzy’s neck hotly, massaging his stomach with one hand as the other drifts lower to pull up on Izzy’s sore mound.
Izzy gasps again as a burst of piss trickles out when Ed pulls up like that, the stream searing hot and angry against his sensitive, cold skin. It dribbles pathetically down his thigh.
Ed suppresses a giggle against Izzy’s cheek, peering over to look down Izzy’s body along with him. Ed shifts his hand on Izzy’s cunt to further expose his puny little cock, using two fingers to spread his lips. Both men stand still and gaze downward. Izzy desperately trying to hold back his piss, but his cock jumps at the warm fingers surrounding it.
Ed tucks a smile into his shoulder. “C’mon Iz, you know I’ve got ya,” he encourages. “It’ll feel so nice, hmm?”
A spurt of piss flows out, the pressure uneven. The stream dies again as Izzy’s cunt pulses down onto nothing, then arcs up as more force is behind it.
“Ah, ah fuck,” Izzy gasps, unable to tear his eyes away from where Ed is holding him open, piss flowing steadily now. “It burns, daddy, it hurts,” he whimpers out.
“Shhh-shh, I know.. it feels so much hotter than normal, huh?” Ed says, moving his hand up and down to watch the stream of Izzy’s hot piss wiggle back and forth. Izzy whines, his head falling back and squeezing his eyes shut against the sting of the hot liquid being pulled out of him.
“Y-yeah,” Izzy agrees through his gritted teeth. “Mhh.. it feels so good though daddy,” he adds.
Ed soothes him through the last few dribbles of hot piss, Izzy shivering now but not from the cold. Ed swings them around so Izzy is standing in the shower stream now, and locks him into a tight hug. Their chests press together and Izzy sniffles a bit more, his skin still much colder than Ed’s. Ed reaches behind Izzy to turn the knob to a nicer temperature, the warm water running over Izzy’s scarred back and dripping down his ass and the backs of his legs. Izzy trembles in Ed’s arm as Ed grabs soap and begins to clean Izzy’s body while staying as close to him as possible.
Izzy’s hands make aimless little patterns across Ed’s back, distracting himself as he comes down from the most intense part of the scene. Ed murmurs into Izzy’s hair as he continues to wash his body for him.
“Turn around, love. I’m going to wash your hair now,” Ed instructs, and Izzy obeys. Izzy keeps his eyes shut tight as Ed massages the shampoo into Izzy’s scalp, standing as close behind him as he can so Izzy doesn’t feel alone.
“Mm, feelsnice thankyou..” Izzy mumbles out quickly, his arms tucked across his own chest in comfort. The soap runs down his shoulders and neck as Ed steps out of the way so he can rinse off Izzy.
“This a better temperature for you, puppy?” Ed taunts, the water now fully hot and running all over Izzy’s body.
“Mmm, yes boss,” Izzy groans as his back and shoulder muscles release their tension under the hot stream. After a minute, Ed swings them around once more so Izzy’s chest can get under the hot water, too. Ed’s hands wander all over Izzy’s body, playing with his nipples gently and teasing his sides with tickling delicacy. Izzy shivers and Ed leans down and kisses his cheek, the corner of his eye where the “x” is, the shell of his ear. He kisses his jaw and then moves to kiss his lips, Izzy’s mouth falling open and his head tilting back against Ed’s shoulder easily. They both groan softly, the kiss melting deeper as Ed presses his half hard cock into the crease of Izzy’s back.
“Let’s dry you off, hmm?” Ed suggests, leaning them both forward to shut off the water. Izzy just stands still, only eyes following Edward as he leans to grab two big towels from the counter just outside the shower. He wraps the smaller one around his waist quickly, then taking the bigger, fluffier one and surrounding Izzy with it until just his head pokes out.
“My little wet puppy dog,” Ed says lovingly against Izzy’s hair. Izzy keens, a little noise escaping his throat. Ed guides Izzy to step slowly out of the shower, his footing a bit wobbly. They move to the next room over together, Ed dropping Izzy off at the bed. Izzy sits on the edge, looking minuscule with his wet strands of hair poking out of the big, soft towel that engulfs him. Their bed is very low to the ground, and he tiredly lets himself lay backwards, his feet still on the floor and legs bent at the knee. He keeps the towel tucked tightly around him as he sighs deeply.
Ed comes into view, leaning over to tower over Izzy. “You feelin’ nice now, pup?” He asks, hands slowly creeping towards the edges of Izzy’s towel.
“Mmm.. yes..” Izzy mumbles out, his hips twitching forward as Ed crawls on top of his lap. “I feel really good now daddy,” he adds as he closes his eyes.
Ed pulls open the towel, exposing Izzy’s body again. His skin is pink and still a bit damp, but soft when Edward leans down to kiss his tummy. Izzy breathes out a short laugh, relief flooding over him as his brain finally realizes we’re not in the cold anymore. Izzy melts deeper into the bed as Ed explores his body with his mouth, moving off of his lap to kneel on the floor in front of Izzy’s legs.
“Lemme warm you up, now. Spread your legs for me again, that’s it,” Ed encourages him. He shuffles forward, his towel still wrapped around his waist as he sits between Izzy’s spread legs. “Good boy, that’s a good pup for me,” he coos.
Izzy twitches, his towel underneath him on the bed like a fuzzy blanket as he dries off. He feels squeaky clean and warm and safe, with his daddy between his legs, kissing up his thigh. He lets his eyes drift closed, his hands toying idly with the soft edges of the towel.
Ed shoots a quick glance up at Izzy’s face, before he presses the flat of his tongue to the underside of Izzy’s cock. A moan falls from Izzy’s lips, unbidden and genuine. That first lick always fucking gets him, and Edward knows it. He smiles as he leans in again, surrounding Izzy’s cock with his warm, wet mouth. Edward’s wet hair tickles Izzy’s legs as he bobs his head up and down on his cock.
“Mm, my little dick is so warm now daddy,” Izzy mumbles sleepily, happily. His hands grab corners of the towel and take it with him as he plays aimlessly with his own nipples, the towel falling softly on his arms, like his own cocoon.
“I know, baby,” Edward speaks against Izzy’s cunt, his lips catching on Izzy’s cock as they move. “Your little cock is so much bigger now that it’s all warm, huh?” He flicks his tongue back and forth over the top of Izzy’s little dick. He moves his big warm hands to wrap around Izzy’s thighs, bracketing him in. Izzy’s hips jerk when Ed switches to just suckling on his cock instead, his tongue gently swirling. His teeth bump against the base of his cock twice by accident, and Izzy whimpers both times.
“I’mm getting so close, daddy,” Izzy whines out, his hips quivering. Edward doesn’t stop or let up, just brings a single finger to Izzy’s hole and presses in just to the first knuckle. Just the tip of his middle finger inside the hot rim of Izzy’s pussy, his mouth still moving on his cock.
Izzy mewls at the tiny intrusion, his wet cunt snapping shut on it over and over as his orgasm builds. He grinds down further, and Ed pushes in to the second knuckle. Izzy’s back arches off the bed once, twice.
“Daddy, I’m so close now, I’m so close,” he announces, panic in his voice. Ed smiles against him more, his finger wiggling around a little as Izzy’s pussy tightens rhythmically around it. He continues to nurse his cock, Izzy becoming a sopping mess around him as his nose and chin and cheeks get wet with his slick. Ed just dives his mouth in deeper, harder, moving his jaw and his whole head consistently against Izzy’s cunt.
“I’m so close,” Izzy chants again, but breathier this time. “Please, please, help daddy help me,” he cries, not sure what he’s asking for.
Edward moans around the wet cock in his mouth, and he looks up at Izzy in time to see his face break as his orgasm shatters through him. His lips are red and puffy from biting down on them, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes shut. His whole body goes tense as spasm after spasm rip through him, his toes curling in pleasure. He whimpers through it like a puppy, his fingers gripping the blanket tightly.
Ed eases up on Izzy’s dick, but the tip of his finger stays inside Izzy’s cunt. Izzy rolls his hips down onto the intrusion as Ed smiles lazily up at him, leaning his head against Izzy’s thigh when they finally make eye contact.
“Mmm, you came so pretty for me,” Ed praises, his other hand on his own cock now. Ed’s eyes flutter shut briefly from the pleasure but he tries to keep them open so he can keep looking up at Izzy.
Izzy tries to shut his legs shyly, but Ed keeps them open, moving to his knees between them.
“Daddy’s gonna warm you up even more now, baby,” he groans out, the tip of his cock bumping wetly against Izzy’s hole. Izzy gasps and whines, Ed using one big hand to hold his legs open. Izzy feels exposed again, but in the best way. He feels so pretty, and warm and safe and loved.
“Here it comes, puppy,” Edward grits out, his chest heaving with the impending orgasm. Ed spills easily on top of Izzy’s cunt, his cum hot and wet on Izzy’s skin. Ed lets out a beautiful moan, his throat sounding wrecked. Izzy mewls and squirms, his hands reaching to grab onto any part of Ed he can reach. Ed falls heavily on top of Izzy, his body weight grounding— if not a little crushing. They breathe heavily against each other’s necks for a beat, before Ed leans up and uses his own discarded towel to gently start cleaning Izzy between his legs.
“You’re so good for me, dog,” he grins, glancing up from his work and winking at Izzy lovingly. Izzy blushes, closing his legs as soon as Ed finishes wiping him.
Ed crawls up the bed, dragging Izzy’s dead weight with him to prop them both against the pillows and yank the heavy comforter on top of them.
“Was that all okay, pup?” Ed asks into Izzy’s hair, breathing deeply the smell of the soap and shampoo. He leaves a kiss on the side of his head before pulling back to look down into Izzy’s eyes.
Izzy screws one eye open and a slow smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth.
“It was really tough, but I liked it,” he says, his voice low and soft with sleep. “I knew I could do it,” he concludes, a big sigh leaving his body as he closes his eyes again and rests his full body weight against Ed.
“Mm, I knew you could too, Iz. So tough for me, always such a good boy,” Ed croons, squeezing tightly a very sleepy Izzy.
Izzy falls asleep first. Ed follows shortly after.