pale skin was allover gooseflesh, his nipples tight.Hereit is, Henry said, gesturing toward his erect prick. You wantedto see it. Despite the cold, his body was eager, invigorated byanticipation.Martingave Henrys prick a long, affectionate look, as happy to see it asever. Oh, its lovely. Youll let me touch it, too. Hereached for it without waiting for an answer, and his icy grip wasbracing, rendering Henry breathless.Henrymade a little shocked sound, half-gasp, half-grunt, and immediatelyput his cold hands on Martins skin as revenge. Martin laughed evenas he jerked away from the touch of Henrys frigid fingers, and hekept firm hold of Henrys prick.Oh,poor Henry, Martin said, though his smile was more devilish thansympathetic. My hand is too cold. He gave Henrys prick afond squeeze. My mouth isnt cold, though. He kissed Henry toprove it, searching tongue and a hint of teeth. I could put mymouth on it.Hismouth would be very nice. Henry was already adjusting to Martinscold grasp, or maybe his hot prick was warming Martins hand, andhed have been fine to stay as they were, but all the hairs stoodup on Martins skin, a thousand tiny prickles, and his flesh wascool as marble under Henrys palms; Martin felt the cold more thanhe did.Letsget in bed, Henry suggested. Youre shivering.Themaids had made up the bed while Henry was at breakfast; Henrydismantled their work with a sweep of his arm, throwing back thebedding in invitation.Getin with me, Henry urged. Come warm up.Martinburrowed under the blankets and used his mouth as hed offered,liquid heat and flickering tongue, and it felt so good that Henrycouldnt stand it, couldnt go another moment without givingMartin the same pleasure. Martin couldnt seem to stay still,writhing and pawing at Henrys hair while Henry sucked. He madelittle snuffling sounds, greedy whimpers and rasping breaths, andpushed deeper into Henrys throat with a rough cry.Please,Henry. He fisted his hand in Henrys hair and tugged, pullinghim up from beneath the blankets. Not like that.Notlike what?Please.Martin kissed him, deep and hungry. Its not enough.Henrylooked down at him, confused. Its not...?Iwant you inside me. He looked into Henrys eyes, fevered andintent, and Henry believed him, believed Martin wanted it more thananything. Please,Henry, he repeated.Henryloved even the hint of begging, loved that Martin wanted him sobadly. He got up on his knees and reached for the drawer with the oilbottle. Yes, he said. Whatever you want.Heoiled himself and leaned over Martin, lining up his cock and pushingit in. Martin moaned his satisfaction and reached up, twining hisarms around Henrys neck and pulling him down into a deep kiss thatfelt as if it would go on forever, halting time. Henry felt like hecould disappear, dissolving into Martin with nothing but his mouthand cock remaining in service of Martins pleasure. As they kissed,he clawed blindly after a pillow and shoved it beneath Martinships. He angled his thrusts to be certain his cock was rubbingagainst the place inside Martin that made him desperate with ecstasy,and then watched in breathless awe as Martin came apart.Afterward,they sprawled on the rumpled blankets, limbs entangled, and let theirbreathing return to normal.Doyou think its normal