Oh, Kento was so tired. His hands worked tirelessly in the damn office— Ijichi's tired voice usually reached his ears, but it didn't matter, because after a few hours, he'll be with you again. This blond could hardly concentrate, as all his thoughts damn well turned to your probably warm body warming his icy hands; winter is being brutal this year, and the only damn thing he wants is to feel your sweet body, lick your soft skin, whine with the obvious temperature contrast.

And he's finally here, right? His tired feet rubbing against the carpet repeatedly, taking off his shoes and hanging his coat. Kento almost groaned when he saw the bedroom door ajar after climbing the stairs. His scent was there, his clothes were there, you were there. "My love," the blond sighed, immediately reaching out, icy hands touching your warm body. He saw your discomfort, your obvious whining in the way his cold fingers touched your skin covered by warm blankets, but he couldn't, he didn't want to stop. "Please, just this once. Your body is so warm," Kento kissed your jaw, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb.