Chapter 6: Pissicles

The conditions were too hot for people to be out working, but this was no problem for Ghiaccio, who returned home after a kill. He headed straight for the showers, tossing his clothes on the floor while on the way. Despite his stand powers cooling him off, he still needed to shower. Ghiaccio placed his glasses near the sink and hopped into the cold shower.

The others would convince him to take warmer showers so they could have sex with him, except for Melone. But Ghiaccio rejected everybody. Shower sex sucks. Nobody was at his apartment, and he wanted some alone time.

He breathed easily, hands reaching down his ass to wash them.

“Nice ass,” a voice complimented.

Ghiaccio turned around and let out a scream. It was an ogre with the description Formaggio described when Ghiaccio visited him. If he remembered correctly, his name was Shrek. The ogre was naked, and his thick and hardened veiny cock enticed Ghiaccio; but right now, he was pissed.

“What the fuck are you doing in here? How long have you been standing there?” Ghiaccio panicked.

“I’m here for a snack,” Shrek answered.

“Is that why you complimented my ass?” He was terrified. “Illuso told me he saw you ate Gelato and Sorbet’s shit. That’s disgusting, but I could tell Illuso’s mad at you. Probably because you show up out of fucking nowhere.”

Shrek sighed. “Look, I’m here for one thing and one thing only. I want a pissicle.”

Ghiaccio stood in the shower, speechless. “You’re fucking joking, right? You can make that your own damn self!”

“I mean, yeah, but it’s special if you do it.”

“How so?”

“It’s a long story. Could we get out of the shower first?”

“Sure, but let me wash.”

Shrek smiled a little. “Could I help?”

“No, get out!”

-

The ogre sat on Ghiaccio’s bed, sighing and waiting. The heat was unbearable, and he needed something in his mouth. At his rate, he might just melt.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Ghiaccio wore a towel to cover himself up. He saw the naked ogre on the bed and looked away. “Aw shit, I thought you were just a figment of my imagination!”

“I’m real, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby, and I already pissed in the shower, so good luck trying to get me to make you one. Now leave!”

“Wait!” Shrek got off the bed. “You can freeze my piss.”

“If it gets you to go away, I’ll do it. Don’t piss here. Piss in the shower.”

Shrek followed Ghiaccio into the bathroom.

“I’m curious to know how you got in my bathroom,” Ghiaccio said. “But I also want you out as soon as possible, so start pissing.”

A stream of hot yellow liquid came pouring out of Shrek’s cock, only for Ghiaccio to freeze it. Shrek caught it before it fell on the ceramic tub and licked it seductively. Ghiaccio looked.

“Oh, are you getting excited?” Shrek teased. The coldness in the air hardened his cock. “So am I.”

Ghiaccio avoided his gaze and blushed. “Um, do you want to—”

“You’re fully naked and going to act shy now?” He raised an eyebrow. “Let me finish this pissicle first.”

-

Ghiaccio lay next to Shrek, both still naked. He scooted closer, causing Shrek to turn and face him and caress his cheek. “So, what do we do?”

“This is where I suck your cock,” Shrek whispered in his ears before licking it.

The ogre lowered his head, taking Ghiaccio’s hardened length in his hot mouth and starting slow while gradually increasing the pace. He surprised him by taking it whole.

“That can fit in your mouth?” Ghiaccio asked, amazed. He rubbed the ogre’s smooth bald head.

Shrek’s mouth was too occupied to reply, but his eyes looked at him.

“God, you’re fucking handsome. Keep sucking me, baby.” He moved his hands to the back of his head. Never had he ever felt this pleased before. “I think I might come.”

Shrek stopped right there. “But I just started.”

“Okay, and? Keep going. Don’t leave me like this.”

The ogre crossed his arms. “I’m not continuing until I’m satisfied.”

Ghiaccio furrowed his brows and raised his voice. “Well, what about me? I work hard! Do you think it’s all about you?”

Shrek got off of the bed. “Well, excuse me, princess! Do you know how hard I’ve worked? Well, you don’t because you can’t remember.”

“Can’t remember?” Ghiaccio tried to think. Now that Shrek mentioned it, the ogre did seem familiar. The memory was hazy, but he remembered seeing him in a field Far Far Away. Far Far Away. Why does that name ring a bell? Thinking about it hurt his head, so he looked to Shrek, hoping for answers. “Do I know you?”

Shrek got close to him, embracing his cold body. Then they looked each in the eyes before tenderly kissing. The painful memories of their time as Arthur’s bodyguard came rushing in, and a tear fell from Ghiaccio’s eyes. The horrible things Fiona and Morgan le Fay did to their team and Rohan’s betrayal was too much.

Shrek withdrew from the kiss. “Do you remember now?”

“I wish I didn’t.”

The ogre wiped his tears, his face saddened. “I’ll go now. I’ve done enough.”

He got off the bed, but Ghiaccio grabbed his hands.

“Wait! Don’t leave, please! I—I’ve been a jerk! Let me make it up to you.”

Ghiaccio knelt and took the monster’s length in his mouth. Shrek looked down to look at him and made eye contact, but his eyes wandered to Ghiaccio’s beautiful, kissable mouth.

“You’re everything I want,” he said as his head lolled back. As his head relaxed, Shrek remembered their first time together and how Ghiaccio would rant. He had told him to shut up, and then Ghiaccio whipped out the minty-flavored condom. What did he say to him afterward? “You’re a better cock sucker than Melone.”

Ghiaccio tried to talk with the cock still in his mouth, causing Shrek to almost come inside his mouth.

“Tell me, baby,” Shrek said. “Do you want me to come in your mouth or inside your ass?”

He withdrew, but his soft hands stroked the ogre’s cock. “Mouth, please. I did just take a shower. I’ll brush my teeth afterward.”

“Alright, do you think you can take this entire length?”

“I’m down for a challenge.” Ghiaccio smiled.

Then, without warning, Shrek shoved his cock inside his mouth. Ghiaccio hoped he would’ve warned him, but thanks to his experience, he got used to the fat cock hitting the back of his throat within a few seconds. Although, he worried about Shrek pulling some of his hair. He had such a tight grip.

It wasn’t long till Shrek came. Ghiaccio swallowed it up. Both of them sat on the floor to recover, panting heavily.

“Good boy,” Shrek praised, causing him to blush. “Now, I haven’t forgotten about you,” he talked to Ghiaccio’s cock before licking it.

Ghiaccio bucked his hips slightly, signaling he wanted it sucked now.

“Be patient.” Shrek kissed his cheek. He looked at Ghiaccio’s cock, saw a bead of precum on the tip, and licked it. “Taste minty.”

“Your cum tastes like onions for some reason,” Ghiaccio said. “I don’t mind.”

Shrek relaxed his throat and took the length in, reaching to his balls.

“I don’t remember if we—” Ghiaccio struggled to speak while holding back his moans. “I can only remember the bad memories, but some are good. We fucked in a car. I’m never getting rid of that car. Anyway, this is the first time you’ve given me a blow job. You’re so skilled. Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum! Don’t swallow it yet! Ah!”

Shrek had the cum inside his mouth until Ghiaccio stuck his tongue in, tasting some of it.

“Gross. I don’t taste anything. I’m surprised you haven’t spat it out yet.”

The ogre swallowed. “It might be because you tasted my cum, and the flavor is more potent. Or maybe tasting your own cum is supposed to be flavorless.”

They sat on the floor for a while.

“So, what now?” Ghiaccio questioned, breaking the silence.

“We part. I have to visit your boss,” Shrek answered.

“Do you mean Risotto or our asshole boss who runs Passione?”

The ogre got up and walked to the door. “Both,” he said before leaving.

“...Did he just leave naked?”