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He turned to look at his boyfriend. Berwald had taken care to park their car at the end of the narrow path that led to the lake, a path that ended a few minutes' walk beyond the trees that grew behind them. It was an isolated road, and the shore was shielded from both sides, and from behind, by a thick forest. Nobody should have been able to see them, unless the other party was sailing on the smooth water surface in front of them. And yet, the possibility that someone could be on a boat that late at night, or that another couple happened to have the same idea as them and showed up at the shore, only added some excitement to the night. 

“And I’ll have you to warm me up…” Tino’s arms wrapped around Berwald’s middle, bringing their bodies together in a tight embrace. It was hard to see Berwald’s expression since the moon was the only source of light in their little corner of the lake, but it looked like Berwald was wearing a rare, even though small, smile on his lips. 

Berwald moved Tino’s hair to the side, making sure it wasn’t in the way when he brought their faces close to kiss him. Kissing Berwald was always sweet for Tino, and that time was no different. He couldn’t help but giggle when they parted: after all, with that warm and fuzzy feeling that boiled in his chest every time Berwald was close, how could he think he’d be cold during the night?

“Nervous?” Berwald’s breath was warm, tickling his cheek. Tino shook his head.

“I mean, that’s part of the idea. Besides, it was my suggestion to come out here.” Tino looked at the lake. It was beautiful. It would have been hard to find a more romantic spot in town and, for all their talk of both sailing ships and hikers walking in on them, it was also off the beaten path. They would not get any visitors…much as it was exciting to imagine otherwise during their planning.

That day marked their first anniversary since they’d started seeing each other. It was pretty special, so Tino had decided to give a more romantic spin to Berwald’s plans to go for a picnic by the same lake where they’d met each other.

“Come here,” Tino broke their embrace and got to the ground, cross-legged in the middle of the blanket. He was getting used to the wind blowing in his face, but some thick clouds had started gathering in the sky, covering the moon and making it harder to see Berwald’s face in the dark.

Berwald dropped to the ground with a light tud and soon after his head was on Tino’s shoulder. He was definitely a man of few words, but Tino never failed to feel all the love and appreciation that Berwald seemed to radiate for him. 

“It’s so nice here…” Tino sighed. His hand found Berwald’s, and he laced their fingers together. Berwald’s skin was so warm, even in the cold night air, giving Tino one extra reason to hold hands with him.

Berwald nodded his agreement, his head shifting on Tino’s shoulder. 

Admiring the view and sitting in the cold wind was nice and all, but they didn’t come all that way to squint at a lake they could barely make out.

Tino tugged at Berwald’s hand to get his attention. “Are you going to kiss me, or are we just going to stare at the lake?”

“It’s a nice lake.” Still, Berwald's body moved, and he turned to face Tino. “You’re gorgeous.”

“You can barely see me,” Tino protested.

“You’re gorgeous all the time.” Berwald pointed out, then his hands moved to cup both of Tino’s cheeks.

It was hard not to smile when Berwald was being so romantic, even though Tino didn’t want to look like a giggling teenager on his first date. Well, that was how he felt every time he was on a date with Berwald, and it was part of the reason he loved the man.

The kiss was slow at first, with Tino leaning forward to lock lips with Berwald. Neither of them seemed to feel the urgency to speed things up, or deepen the kiss immediately. They both knew they had all the time, that night, to enjoy a kiss at their own pace.

Tino wrapped his arms around Berwald’s neck, bringing him close, their chests pressed together.

When they finally parted, Tino didn’t feel the bite of the cold wind on his cheeks as strongly as he had before: on the contrary, it was as if he had put his face in front of a fireplace and let it warm up for hours.

In the little that remained of the moonlight, Tino caught a small smile blooming on Berwald’s face as they caught their breath. “You know, you are gorgeous, too. I thought it was obvious.”

“Mh…” Berwald moved his hands from Tino's face, placing one on the small of Tino’s back. Tino welcomed the guidance of Berwald’s arms that led him towards the blanket, lying down with a full view of the clouds that were now covering the night sky.

Berwald was sitting just beside him, and he leaned down to kiss Tino again, this time with more force, his tongue wandering past Tino’s lips to explore his mouth. He didn’t end the kiss quickly; instead, he took his time to enjoy it fully, as if tasting every corner of Tino’s mouth. On his end, Tino didn’t complain, matching his boyfriend’s enthusiasm and doing all he could to get into Berwald’s mouth as well. 

They hadn’t broken the kiss yet, but Berwald’s hand was already sliding under Tino’s shirt, feeling his body from his waist and up to his chest. When their lips did part, Berwald didn’t allow his mouth to sit idle for long, diving immediately for Tino’s neck. His pace wasn’t as slow and controlled as when they had first started, but that suited Tino just right: he was also eager to feel Berwald’s touch, to feel loved like he had never been loved before meeting Berwald.

Berwald would always deliver on that, and that night was no different: every kiss on Tino’s cold skin felt like an act of worship, his lips and hands touching Tino with all the care in the world, as if Tino’s body were the most important object in the universe. Care, yes, but definitely not shyness, because there was nothing awkward nor any hint of Berwald holding back as he kissed every inch of Tino’s neck, or how his hands ventured up under his shirt.

Every brush of those lips or graze from Berwald’s fingers left Tino breathless, his heart racing in his chest.

“You’re sure you’re not cold?” Berwald inquired between a kiss and the other. 

Tino was shivering just a bit, but it wasn’t only because of the cold.

“Don’t worry,” Tino tilted his head, kissing the top of Berwald’s head, “It’s really not that cold. I could even go shirtless.”

Berwald gave him a questioning look, but Tino was determined to follow up on his words. With some reluctance, he wriggled out of his shirt. He had to suck in a sharp breath when he felt the cold bite, but he still gave Berwald a nonchalant look. It wasn’t like he could see the goose bumps.

“Okay…” Berwald said, clearly not convinced by Tino’s gesture, but evidently already sure that he would not let it go to waste. 

Gently spreading Tino’s legs to squeeze between them, Berwald scooted into the space he had created, his hands and mouth quick to return to Tino. This time, there was no shirt blocking off parts of Tino's body from his reach, and he took full advantage of that.

It was again gentle, if sometimes hurried, touches that made Tino’s head spin. It wasn’t like Tino didn’t enjoy all the attention, or didn’t like it when Berwald decided to take his time before moving to the lower halves of their bodies, but it was hard not to hurry him when Berwald was acting like that, in that way that made Tino want to strip him off his clothes and just have him as soon as possible. 

Tino shuddered when Berwald’s lips reached one of his nipples, his tongue teasing it, making Tino grow more impatient. One could blush under such attention, and who was to say that Tino’s cheeks weren’t turning red? In the dim light of the moon, there was no way of knowing. So Tino did the same, allowing his hands to wander under Berwald’s shirt.

Still, Tino felt some heat build up in his lower abdomen; everything that Berwald was doing made him yearn to do more than simply feel up Berwald’s back.

With a careful twist of his legs, Tino sent his thigh against Berwald’s crotch. He made sure not to hit him too hard, but he pressed firmly enough that the other would feel it, especially if Berwald was getting as excited as Tino was.

As expected, Berwald gasped, but he didn’t move his hips away; instead, he lightly pushed into Tino’s leg, and a quiet moan drifted in the air.

“You don’t want me to take off my shirt as well?” Berwald questioned, his hips moving a little more, and Tino’s leg pushing up against him.

“Sure,” he answered with a shrug, “Unless it’s too cold for you.”

Berwald gave a short scoff and then straightened himself up. Tino didn’t give him the chance to take care of his own clothing; his fingers pushed under the hem in a flash. He felt Berwald shiver no less than Tino had done before, but of course, there was one quick remedy for the cold.

As fast as they had been to reach Berwald’s shirt, Tino’s fingers were on Berwald’s belt just as quickly. It only took a moment to undo his pants and pull them down along with his underwear. 

Just as Tino had guessed, Berwald had quite enjoyed all the kissing and touching.

Berwald remained quiet as Tino’s hand closed around his base, the only sound coming from him being a low whine. Tino shifted, sitting on his knees right in front of Berwald. He didn’t want to overdo it, just get Berwald hard enough to proceed, but still, he decided to put all his effort into making Berwald shudder under his touch. Berwald’s tip went past Tino’s lips, where he stopped, teasing the other with a glance. His eyes found Berwald with his lower lip between his teeth and his chest rising and falling quickly, in expectation of what was to come.

Tino didn’t tease him any further and pushed his head forward, most of Berwald’s cock slipping into his mouth in one smooth motion. Only when he heard a faint moan come from Berwald did Tino start to bob his head, letting parts of the shaft slide in and out, leaving behind a thin layer of moisture that shone in the dim light.

Tino’s efforts paid off, because he could feel Berwald’s cock come more and more to life, every sway of his head paced by Berwald’s barely muffled moans. It was actually Berwald who gently pushed Tino’s head away, something Tino did with some reluctance.

“Lay down,” Berwald said quietly, his voice low and breathy, rewarding Tino with a peek into Berwald’s state of mind.

Tino did as he was told and, knowing where Berwald was going with his request, took off his pants and boxers. In the meantime, Berwald had also kicked off the clothes that Tino had merely moved out of the way when going for Berwald's cock, leaving both of them naked, with each other’s bodies as the only shield against the cold air.

Tino welcomed the feeling of a fingerpad being pushed against his sensitive rim with a sigh. He wanted Berwald to just go ahead with it, but the other was taking his time just as he had done before.

“Ready?” Berwald asked, and Tino hummed in reply. The finger pressed against the entrance, slowly but surely. Tino tried not to tense up more, since, due to the cold, the state of his body was anything but relaxed. However, after a few moments of adjustment, Berwald’s finger felt so familiar and reassuring that it took no conscious effort for Tino to loosen. It was just a matter of planting his head on the blanket and enjoying the slow motion of the digit, sliding and curling until Tino couldn't stay quiet. Unlike Berwald, he didn’t care if his moans were loud enough for someone nearby to hear, since he was sure that nobody was close by to begin with. Berwald seemed motivated by Tino's reaction, and soon decided that it was time to add a second finger. 

“Mmmh…” Tino’s hand went to the blanket, squeezing the fabric into his fist. The two fingers stretched him nicely, parting and twisting, getting him to give a sudden thrust of his hips.

“Berwald, can you...” Tino muttered. He didn’t want to sound needy or ungrateful, but he really couldn’t wait any longer.

Berwald stopped and took his fingers away from Tino, who mourned the loss with a loud whimper. The only thought able to comfort him was that he was finally getting what he had been waiting for since stepping out of the car.

With some impatience, Tino hooked his legs around Berwald's waist, trying to bring him closer, urging him to carry on.

“Ready?” Berwald asked, and Tino responded with a roll of his hips.

Berwald only took one beat before resting his cock against Tino’s opening, and one more before sinking into Tino. Tino shivered, lost in the sensation of feeling so full, of Berwald’s cock stretching him and drawing a cry out of him.

Even though Berwald didn’t start immediately thrusting, he didn’t leave Tino to wait long. He started with a small, tentative rocking of his hips, one that Tino answered with a push of his own. Berwald took it as a cue to dare more, to move a bit faster and a bit deeper, and Tino couldn’t be more in agreement with the decision.

It was perfect as it was, and Tino didn’t believe the moment could improve, at least until Berwald decided to stroke his cock as well, alternating a thrust of his hips with a full run of his fingers on Tino’s shaft.

Tino moaned loudly, his legs closing more strongly around Berwald’s hips, wanting more. And Berwald answered his silent request with one quick, deep movement that took all of Berwald inside Tino. Just for an instant, Tino thought that he needed a moment to adjust, but his body took over, forcing his hips to roll in a desperate attempt to feel some friction with the cock inside him.

Berwald seemed to gain some momentum and confidence from then, his movements getting firmer and deeper, causing Tino's body to slide slightly on the blanket. As he had suspected, the fabric scratched his naked back, but Tino could barely pay any mind to that when everything else felt so good.

Tino closed his eyes, focusing only on Berwald: his presence inside Tino, around his cock, the groans and moans that he was now allowing to freely drift into the night, and the hand that had slipped under Tino’s thigh in order to support him.

When Tino felt all that pleasure build up, and he felt on the verge of coming down, he heard Berwald let out a louder groan and, with a couple of stronger thrusts, he came inside Tino.

“Ah-” Tino felt the warmth of Berwald’s cum spread inside him, fill him more than his cock had been able to do, and fend off the cold of the night. Tino’s mind erupted with the strength of his own moment, the wave washing over him and taking over every other sensation in his body, even Berwald, who was still rocking himself to the last of his climax. What Tino was certain of was that his hips were still rocking into Berwald's hand, and that his fingers didn't let go of him even as they were covered in Tino's cum.

When it was finally over, Tino felt the loss of Berwald inside him and realised that he must have pulled out.

Tino reached out, finding Berwald’s hand and taking it into his own. “Are you lying down with me? Not the most comfortable blanket ever, but it does its job.”

He heard a scoff, and Berwald squeezed his hand in response. “What about the lake? We could wash off.”

Tino cringed, fearing the freezing temperature of the water, but still nodded. “Great idea. Just come here for a moment first, okay?”