Scenario: Playing In The Snow

In due time, (M/N) had been overcome with exhaustion, body and bones both throbbing in pain since he had been pushed to the limit. For this reason, (M/N) had descended and dropped down to his knees, snow crushing and crumbling underneath him in the process. As he done so, (M/N) had begun feeling icy and indigo orbs staring, studying and scrutinizing in a piercing and penetrating gaze to determine whether or not he happened to truly be fatigued or faking it. "Come on, Prompto! I'm tired and freezing. Let's rest and warm up," (M/N) pleaded, while pouting and puckering out his lips, as the golden haired sniper sighed and sat down beside (M/N). "It's so cold. Isn't it, baby?"

With a sly smile, (M/N) had hugged himself and impatiently awaited for the blonde's reaction, hoping he'd be tightly clutched and cuddled sometime soon. However, (M/N) had been devastatingly disregarded and irritatingly ignored, watching the blonde instead protectively clench and clasp a shotgun rather than him. So, (M/N) had begun whimpering and whining, his head bowed down and (E/C) orbs squeezed shut in a pretend crying manner. "Come on, (M/N)! This isn't the time to be childish," Prompto said, while frowning and frustratingly tousling those sunshine strands of his, as the (H/C) haired boy continued on with his faking sobbing act. "Sheesh, I'm sorry. But, I can't do anything about the cold."

Upon peering up, (M/N) had sniffled and sent a pained look towards the blonde, (E/C) orbs shimmering with fake teardrops and sending the blonde into panic mode. As he hid his face once more, (M/N) had mischievously grinned before brushing knuckles into his (E/C) eyes, earning an agitated apology from the annoyed and aggravated blonde. However, (M/N) wasn't satisfied and peered up once again, holding his hands out and asking for the gunslinger to come closer. "We can at least try to do something about the cold," (M/N) muttered, while wrapping his arms appreciatively around the blonde before pushing him down on top of the snow, as the (H/C) haired boy climbed and mounted himself atop the shocked and startled gunslinger. "Ever done it in the snow, baby?"

As he clutched the blonde's belt, (M/N) had blushed and began unbuckling it, face flushing ruby red and warming up his ice cold cheeks steadily. Once his belt been removed, (M/N) had started unzipping and unbuttoning the gunslinger's pants, slowly sliding it down and along with the blonde's boxers before bashfully blushing and beginning to ride him. In an instant, (M/N)'s body begun to heat and warm up, loosening his tense muscles and nerves which were all frozen from the cold. "You're so freaking crazy," Prompto mumbled, while yanking (M/N) down for a kiss, as the (H/C) haired boy bit down on his lips and snickered. "But, I seriously fucking love you."

Once the magical atmosphere ended, (M/N) had been tugged into an embrace, protectively and safely hidden away inside of the blonde's arms. However, (M/N) was still shivering and shaking, the coldness returning but ten times more worse. As he snuggled closer, (M/N) had begun truly sobbing and crying, tear droplets of fear and fatigue splattering and splashing against the blonde's chest. "Once we're done here, I promise I'll take you somewhere warm. Just hang in there for now, darling," Prompto said, while kissing (M/N)'s forehead, as the (E/C) orbed boy nodded and attempted to enjoy the moment at least. "I love you."

A/N: What do you think? Leave me your thoughts.