Leo was hot, hot, hot.
Hot like microwaved butter on a third degree burn, yet so unbelievably pleasant to the touch...
The kind of hot that would make a stranger drawn to the warmth he radiated.
The kind of hot that ran its dusky hands down Nico's back and made him shiver from the jumping temperature...and the fingers on those dusky hands...gods...
Having had years of experience twisting gears and knobs and screws whilst keeping up with Leo's genius, those fingers were a wirey-kind of strong. And from inside Nico, they were playing him like gears, effecting every part of the machine...
Nico was cold, cold, cold.
Cold like an iron pipe buried beneath thick snow, yet so unbelievably pleasant to the touch...
Maybe not just in a literal sense, but that didn't seem to matter when Leo had him where he wanted him.
He was the kind of cold that either made someone steer away or draw closer in curiosity. The kind of cold that could create such beautiful landscapes, majestic spirals of ice in black waters...yet deadly enough to bring down gigantic ships and waste away the land.
The kind of cold that ghosted its pale hands down Leo's back and made him shiver from its icy breath...and compared to the fight that Nico gave earlier...
Leo was almost tempted to laugh, but the moans and furrowed brow beneath him gave him reason to refrain. Nico's arms, which were wrapped around Leo's torso in an iron grip, strong from years of fast reactions and fear of what was around the corner, concentrated into a black sword, served to remind the firebug that surrender didn't mean defeat...
Cold, powerful, alien and beautiful, like a spiral of ice in black waters...