Slowly, Alaric reached for Julian's dick, stroking it, hoping for a reaction.
He would use whatever method he could to share the warmth, as well as the burden.
Thankfully, it seemed like Julian's body hadn't completely frozen. There was a reaction. Despite the unconscious state and the freezing skin, Julian's dick grew hard in Alaric's grip.
"Good," Alaric muffled, placing his lips once again on Julian's cold chest, the freezing sensation biting into his skin, but he did not care.
It was not like the cold could harm him.
Even if he stayed buried under ice, he would remain unharmed.
Slowly, Alaric slid his hand down, reaching for Julian's rear and circling his entrance.
He had once heard of tales from the North. Back then, when he had newly married into Blackspire and the Duchy had been changed to the Alaric Duchy, there were so many things he did not know.
How to battle the cold was one of them.
