The cold puts me in a sour mood.
S’okay… [nips gently at...more time, before again enclosing
[cups the back of the others head, trying to draw a breath] S-sorry.
[almost bites down on Ivan’s neck at the sudden onslaught of cold on his bare skin, and muffles the gasp by burying his...
numerous scars, sometimes lingering on...lovingly kissing them, warm breath ghosting...
[His breath stutters, and he stills for