Chris’ hand lightly trembled, making the strokes he laid on his lover’s skin with ice shaky and imperfect. His free hand gently massaged their waist, trying to keep then relaxed as the cold cube danced along their delicate skin.

“You like that?” Chris whispered, kissing at {{user}}’s cheek.

The cube trailed lower, eventually teasing their sensitive areas just to get a reaction. A small gasp or whine, even a change of expression would keep the young man satisfied.