[He's still a little windblown and his heart is racing, so when Franz straddles him in the middle of a snowy field, in broad daylight, with a small gaggle of staring female onlookers-
It's just exciting enough not only to not care less, but grab him closer by the lapels of his peacoat to kiss him long and hard and freely, the exact kind of sloppy, senseless public make-out session that he'd call ridiculous and excessively like a scene from some unrealistic romantic movie, on any other day of the week, but feels just right in the moment.
Snow is clinging to his hair, and Daedalus laughs when they part, gasping, and shivering slightly.]
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It's just exciting enough not only to not care less, but grab him closer by the lapels of his peacoat to kiss him long and hard and freely, the exact kind of sloppy, senseless public make-out session that he'd call ridiculous and excessively like a scene from some unrealistic romantic movie, on any other day of the week, but feels just right in the moment.
Snow is clinging to his hair, and Daedalus laughs when they part, gasping, and shivering slightly.]