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It was almost as if Coat Guy had become addicted to your warmth, the fact that the very blood running through your veins was warm, since he always seems to want to be in contact with your skin. It started off innocent enough, him pressing his hand to your stomach or his forehead against your neck, your skin acting as some sort of heating pad to his chilled skin. Not that you minded much anyways. The polar opposites that were you twos body tempatures balanced eachother out nicely.
What started off as innocent morped into quite the opposite, and you soon found this out, lying in you and Coat Guys shared bed. He was twitching with what you assumed was shivers, and mumbling about being cold. Go figure. You didn't pay him much mind, only sticking out your wrist, which he sometimes liked to wrap his fingers around to momentarily warm himself up.
"M-more," He says through chattered teeth, shaking his head.
You cock an eyebrow. "More what? Blankets? Of my body area..?" Your query, however, was answered when you glanced down only to be met with the unmistakable tent in his pants that meant he was hard. "Oh."
He looks away, his face flushed an odd purple shade. "Please," He croaks. "I'm so c-cold."
You let out a little scoff, thinking about the predicament you both were in. It was late, and you weren't in the same mood as he was. You were preparing to tell him to deal with himself, and that God gave him two hands for a reason, but then he looked pleadingly with his (fuckass) elongated pupils, and you could sense that he needed this.
Before you even had the chance to voice your compliance, his hands were already at his fly, unbuttoning it, lifting his hips and pulling his pants down . He was already shivering and had a wet spot on his boxers, indicating you needed to act fast.
You folded in over yourself so that you were pretty much face to face with his clothed hard-on, wasting no time in tugging down his undergarments and freeing his leaking, visibly painful hard cock, and holding it in one hand.
"Ah! P-please," Coat Guy choked out as you pressed a kiss to the tip of his dick, his hands finding purchase in your hair.
Once he was in your warm, wet mouth, he began to let out the sweetest little whimpers, the contrast of your mouth on his poor, blueish cock, an extreme difference but obviously not an unwelcome one, or else he probably wouldn't be thrusting into you, forcing you to take more of him in your mouth cavity.
You choke a bit on his length, your body instinctively wanting to reject this intrusion, but he's relentless, more whimpers escaping his lips. Your nose is mashed into his flesh, almost unable to breath, but you preserve, since he's presumably close. His thrusts have became jerky, almost frantic.
You were right, one more thrust that sends the bridge of your nose straight into his skin, but also his freakishly lukewarm cum down your throat. You pull off him with a wet pop, his now soft dick laying between his legs as you cough fom the assault his bitter seed is making on its way down your throat.
You lay back down on your pilows as Coat Guy begins to tuck himself back into his boxers. "Warm?" You get out despite the phlegm of future visitor babies coating your throat.
He pets your head with a shaky hand in response.