[ They end up tangled up together more often these days. His form of showing affection lies with the circles he presses into his back. The kisses to presses against his cheek and the top of his head. The way he holds him when he grows anxious from the effects of his patron. His presence isn't domineering but subtle, careful not to hold on too long, always aware of his penchant for holding on too tightly. ]
Both of us?
[ He asks, blinking in a bit of surprise at the kiss to his ear. He's not used to his affectionate gestures anymore. It's distracting and he finds himself playing catch-up with the conversation. ]
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Both of us?
[ He asks, blinking in a bit of surprise at the kiss to his ear. He's not used to his affectionate gestures anymore. It's distracting and he finds himself playing catch-up with the conversation. ]
I like cold.