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It was late. Far too late. Time for you to go home with your Nikto. The days are cold so he offers you his jacket. In the seeping winter frost, in the empty parking lot you find yourselves walking through, your car alone and last. Tired and exhausted out of your mind, Nikto thinks you look prettiest always.
You'll catch his dense gaze. A shy blush appearing when you realize how long he's been looking, so you tease him back. Stopping to pull him down, a hand pushing down his shoulder. And you bite his cheek.
He tastes and feels not unlike cold leather, a hint of iron when you suck on his skin. He keeps himself bent down, arch on his upper back so you can bite and kiss all over him. Accepting his fate peacefully as he closes his eyes, an unseen smile on his lips.
Just with you, under a dingy light where his socks are wet from catching you so you don't pummel into snow, somehow stepping into the only known puddle in all 20 miles he's walked with you. His hands are all frozen up to his arms when you threw a snowball at him, and he in turn started a snowball war. Back damp and cold from when he joined you laying in the snow, a snow devil instead of angel. Its nothing more than a winterland dream. Especially when you season him with warmth him like this.
"Nikto?"
"yes?"
"Let's go home?"
"okay", he's already home.