#1 in #hashiramaxmadara
The feeling of the snow underneath my skis. "Moan for me, baby." The glistening white in the steep hill. "That's it. That's it, on your knees for me." The wind slicing my body like icicles as I sped up downhill. "Now, suck me." I closed my eyes, for just a fraction of a second, let the thoughts eat me up, consume me as I sped down. "Ahh, you feel so good. SO GOOD around me, Madara." I shivered, jolts of happiness ploughing through my spine as my skis ploughed through the snow. "You want more? You want me to give you more?" More speed, more speed, more more more more, downhill, faster on my skis, oh Hashirama, faster, FASTER inside me!!
Madara is a 19-year-old English literature students home for winter holidays at the hotel his adoptive parents run and live in together with his little brother, Izuna. Madara can't think about anything but skiing and his parents' detest for it. Until a 31-year-old, anonymous author comes to stay at their hotel...
Cover drawn by me.