![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Tugging his snout towards him, Anthony gave Winter one last kiss. The cold radiating from Winter bit at his fingers and lips, but Anthony lingered shakily, determined to commit the rough scales and metallic scent to memory. Winter cocked his head, eying him carefully.
"Anthony?"
2019 Winteriron Spring Fling
My gift for
Read more: AO3 Link