𝑹𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒎𝒏𝒕✗ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.

you're shivering with cold, clinging to him, fingers tangled in the fabrics he wears, taking in shaky breaths while you try to get warm, picking up traces of his scent. 

he's not great at warming you, but he lets out a soft, content sigh as he curls around you. he presses an ardent kiss to your neck, his lips becoming an increasingly familiar sensation alongside the occasional nip that borders the line of affectionate and hungry. 

he flusters you intentionally so your cheeks heat up; he's doing it to warm you up, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy seeing you become a blushing mess because of him.

it's cute. you're cute.