36 | Fantasies

Blue's lips were as soft as Winter imagined them to be in his countless masturbation fantasies and perverted daydreams. They tasted like the alcohol he had been drinking with a hint of vanilla, coming from his pheromones.

Vanilla and honey were the only things that Winter could smell. And he wanted more. He placed his hand on Blue's jaw and fuck, it was a perfect fit to his palm.

Blue moaned into his mouth at the contact. Blue's skin was scorching hot. Winter felt this against his own cold skin. He wanted Blue's body to burn him, consume him.

Winter's brain had left him from the moment their lips touched. Then the moment when Winter slid his tongue inside Blue's mouth, there was an ecstasy that couldn't be explained with mere words.

Winter felt like he was drowning inside Blue. There was no end to his sweet taste. It was like Blue was an ocean and Winter was a person who has been stuck in a desert for months.