Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
Stéphane's fingers felt pleasantly warm on his skin as he ran his hands over his bare shoulders and down his arms, rubbing at his muscles. Johnny let his eyes fall shut and let himself be carried away by the sensations – tiny, gentle kiss-bites on the side of his neck, a tickle of Stéphane's hair on his shoulder, a breath of air against his mouth just before Stéphane leaned in to taste his lower lip. He opened his mouth a little, inviting Stéphane in, and shivered with pleasure when the Swiss slid his tongue inside, running its tip over the roof of Johnny's mouth.
"Are you steeel cold?" Stéphane mumbled, parting their lips.
"Maybe," Johnny bated his eyelashes. "What are you gonna do about it?"