Ritsuka glared at the warm jacket Soubi was wearing. Not only did said jacket cover the blondes' body—but its deep pockets held Soubis hands hostage. Ritsukas own hands were jammed in his own pockets but itched to come out and link with the older mans.
"What are you thinking so hard about, Ritsuka?" Soubi asked, glancing at him.
Ritsuka flushed bright red and shook his head violently. Soubi chuckled softly and Ritsuka decided to come clean. He glared at those damn pockets again and sighed.
"I wanna hold your hand."
Soubis hand finally clasped his and Ritsuka smiled happily.