You Are My Only Future: 11, The Best Kind Of Warmth
Ritsuka reached out a hand in the cold void. Before his digits could find what they sought, Soubi's hand had already advanced and was grasping his.
He drew in a sharp breath of surprise. Had Soubi been thinking the same thing as he?
Soubi's hand was pleasantly warm against the chill. Ritsuka affectionately squeezed it.
They were walking back home, having been out together on a date. Each had had a wonderful time but was just as happy then as now, together. Even the cold could not sour Ritsuka's mood.
It was a frigid beginning to the winter, the first winter since Ritsuka had moved into Soubi's dwelling. The wind billowed relentlessly and a particularly strong gust sent Ritsuka's deep blue scarf flying away from his face and neck, untangling it in a very unwarm way. Soubi took notice immediately and before Ritsuka could right it, Soubi was wrapping the wooly fabric close to his love's face. Ritsuka blushed automatically, the embarrassing display was invisible under the wintry red his cheeks already possessed.
Soubi caught renewed- though it had never faltered- interest in the cute face of his companion. He pulled the boy close, a strong hand reaching behind Ritsuka's neck to draw him in.
Ritsuka's lips were warmed instantly. A warmth began to also spread from his stomach outward, giving his body a different kind of shiver. Their tongues joined in a steady dance of heated love.