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"The snow is melting and I'm still frozen to the bone," Dorian complained, pulling the blankets over his head. His next words were muffled, and Kaaras couldn't understand him.
"What was that, kadan?" he asked with a grin from where he was going over some last-minute paperwork at his desk.
Dorian peered out from under the mountain of sheets and blankets and pillows, a pout on his face.
"I said, the least you could do is join me. Since you refuse to stoke the fire."
"It's spring, Dorian. It's warm. I'll overheat."
"Yes, yes, you're practically a furnace. Which is why I want you in bed with me."
"Oh?" Kaaras asked with a sly smile. "Is that all I'm good for? Warming you up?"
Karras stood, stretching for a moment, before pulling off his shirt and sliding into the bed, and pulling Dorian into his arms. His kadan did feel a bit chilled, and he wrapped his arms around him, careful of his horns.
"Oh yes, that's nice," Dorian said, relaxing against him.
"Is that all you wanted? To cuddle?" Kaaras teased very gently. It had taken a while to get Dorian to admit that he liked being held, that sex wasn't the only thing one could do in a bed.
"Hmm," Dorian said, his back against Adaar's. "I suppose we can warm up in a more creative way."