Roberu groans, his face dripping with sweat as he sits by a fan. He wipes at his forehead. “It’s hooooot!” He complains, tugging at his red tie to loosen it. You sit down next to him, offering him an orange popsicle. He stares at the popsicle, before wrinkling his nose in disgust. “I don’t eat those. Almost died eating one.” You frown. You don’t want to waste this perfectly fine popsicle that you got for him. Roberu makes a surprised noise as you push him down with one hand. You order him to remove his clothing. He does it, confused but turned on by your orders. He yelps as you put the cold popsicle against one of his nipples. You leave a sticky trail of orange down his chest and stomach, licking it up with your tongue. He gasps as you put it on his cock, the cold contrasting with the heat building up inside him. You go lower, and Roberu startles with realization. “No way. You’re not gonna put that in…” He’s cut off by the popsicle rubbing against his hole, and he tries to squirm away from the cold. You lick at the rim, at the orange flavored stickiness left behind as the popsicle enters him, sucking at juices. Roberu lets out high pitched moans as it enters him, trying not to go right around the popsicle. “T-this is weird!” He cries out, even as he occasionally thrusts against you. The popsicle is rapidly melting inside him, which you clean up eagerly with your tongue. It melts completely before Roberu can cum. He sits up, frustrated and pouting. “I’m all hot and sticky now… I’m going to shower.” You look at him expectantly as he heads towards the bathroom. “No way you’re joining!” He shouts. You sit dejectedly for a few seconds before he peaks his head out the door. He sighs. “Stop sulkin’ and get in.”
