Eyes closed. Breaths slow.
A smile slowly adorned the youth's beauteous face. Bliss and satisfaction engulfed his whole being. He relished the warmth between his body and the man holding him close.
It was already midnight. The river of blue lights had finally disappeared in the night and the vibrant skies of gold had turned pale and grey, slowly enveloped by the darkness of the night. The sparkling golden snow that blanketed the ground had turned to pale white.
A pure white snowflake fluttered on top of Moulin's nose. Moulin shifted with a chuckle as the ice melted on his skin.
"Childish..." Hadrian glanced at his lover.
Moulin's smile faded into a frown. "It was ticklish."
"And here I thought you were colder than ice." Chuckling, the lord shook his head. "Such innocence..."
While wearing a frown, the youth bumped his elbow on the man's belly. Hadrian furrowed his brows and laughed briefly at his beloved's reactions.
