Snow

Lust

The heating system sputters as the last of this cycle's warm air blows through your vent. You shift in your bed, pulling the thin but effective blanket up to your shoulders as you try to ignore the creature trying to wriggle his way up the mattress, settling its head on your chest. Absentmindedly, you bury your fingers in his fur, gently stroking along his spine as you try to fall asleep.

Your struggles to calm your mind must be from too much caffeine. That drink you had only hours ago is still boiling through your veins, making every cell in your body want to go go go go even though doing so will just end with you collapsing into an exhausted puddle. You are trying to stay as still as possible, forcing your muscles to relax in the hope that sleep will follow, but it's apparently not working. With a soft sigh, you sit up, blindly reaching over for a thick sweater to wrap around your shoulders. Might as well get some work done if you're going to be up anyway.

"Come back to bed," a sleepy voice asks, a hand snaking out from the covers to grasp the hem of your shirt.

"I can't sleep." You rub your hands together once, blowing on them for warmth.

The bed creaks as Hikaru sits, skin so pale it almost glows in the dark of the arctic night. "Let's go for a walk outside, then. Wear you out a bit, hm?"

"Are you kidding?" You turn your phone's light on, shining it on the temperature gauge you keep on the wall. "It's ten below, I'll freeze to death." Just thinking about the bitter wind on your face makes you shiver.

"Well," his voice changes, becoming soft and husky in a familiar attempt to entice you, "there are other ways I can help exhaust you."

He's offered before, massaging your leg and whispering all the ways he could make you melt, all the different ways he could pull the sweetest whimpers from your voice. But you have never been so tempted to forget about everything outside this room and let him kiss you into oblivion as you are now. The wall feels cool through the layers you wear as you slide down against it to the floor, your knees weak from his voice. You can feel the heat starting in your core just by thinking about it, oh god.

"Tell me," you say in a moment of absurd courage, your face hot. "Tell me how you would do that."

A slow smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, his eyes flickering in the dim light of your phone. "How I would do that?" He echoes, shifting to his side so he can better face you. "I think... I would start with your neck. I've always wanted to kiss it, though I would be happy kissing you wherever you'd let me."

You turn off your flashlight, glad for the darkness because you can already feel your face turning red.

"I'd suck a hickey where your shoulder and neck meet, not too hard since we'd have only begun," the purr of his voice sends pleasant little shivers through your body, "and I'd kiss it better. Then I'd ask you if I could remove your shirt- what would you say to that, love?"

"I'd say yes." Your voice is barely more than a whisper. The cold and the arousal must be working together as your nipples become hard remarkably quick. The thick sweater hides it, but something tells you that Hikaru knows.

"I would pull your shirt above and over your head," there's a pause, his breath shuddering as he imagines you nearly naked, "and I would need a moment to look at you, to pick which part to worship first... I think... your collarbone would be where I begin. I'd start with licking." He absentmindedly runs his fingers up and down the sheet as he talks. "I'd trace the path of your collarbone, kissing its center when I get there. Then, down the valley of your breasts."

As if on cue, your nipples tingle with the thought of him that close to you.

"Licking. Kissing. I might even bite, if you ask nicely. Your breasts will be red when I'm finished sucking on them, but I'd only stop once you're crying with pleasure."