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“What the fuck, Minoru?”
Minoru pouts as Yukinari recoils away from him, like a snail pulling back into its shell. “What? I’m cold!”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Yukinari grumbles. “Your toes are like fucking ice. Get off, you’re stealing all my warmth.”
Hiding a laugh in the sheets, Minoru wriggles closer, pressing his cheek innocently against Yukinari’s shoulder and breathing him in. He smells so good, all soap and sweat and faint hints of his favourite cologne. If Minoru buries his nose right against him, he can smell himself on Yukinari’s bare skin, too, and that satisfies something deep and niggling in his chest.
Minoru likes when Yukinari looks like this, all undone and honest, his hair flopping around messily, one big arm crooked behind his head. He presents himself to the world so much that it's special to have him like this, natural and imperfect, and Minoru can't help but crave more.
“You're so warm,” he mumbles, slinking his mouth up to the crook of Yukinari’s neck, and hiding a smile when he feels a rumble of interest.
“Oh yeah?”
Silent, giddy laughter ripples down his limbs. “Yeah,” Minoru murmurs. His mouth trails across bed-warm skin. “Here, and here.” Right when he feels Yukinari relaxing, Minoru strikes. “But most especially… here.”
Yukinari's shins are warm against his feet, a solid wall of delicious heat. Minoru clings tight and presses every single one of his toes against Yukinari's skin, ignoring the way he yells and tries to kick him off, voice going shrill with protest.
“Ahh, nice and warm.”
“Get the fuck off, you little—” Yukinari convulses with a fresh yell as Minoru jams a chilly hand right into his armpit.
They're both laughing now, thrashing around under the covers, flailing so chaotically it could hardly even be called play fighting.
“You wanna get warmed up, do you?” Yukinari asks through gritted teeth. “Let me help with that!”
Minoru yelps with helpless laughter as Yukinari flips them, wrestling him down into the bed and pinning him there, covering him with the warm, solid expanse of his body until Minoru is breathless.
“Yukinari—” he laughs, muffled by a large shoulder in his face. “C’mon!”
Yukinari turns his head, lips brushing Minoru’s ear. “Nope. You wanted to be warm, so I'm gonna warm you up.”
A satisfied thrill runs through Minoru. Yukinari is big and solid and warm all over, but it's his attention that sends real heat pulsing all the way down to Minoru's toes.