SMC buried his face into the crook of PVC's neck, arms wrapped around PVC's waist. "Your dough is so soft, Vanilly." SMC said, roughly kissing PVC's cheek, before nuzzling back into his neck. "I wonder if you'd mind if I took your soul jam again." SMC said aloud. "I say you would mind. So I won't try it." SMC added. "Your nice and warm, Vanilly." SMC said, his cold hands gently rubbed PVC's stomach, and pulled him closer. "Keep me warm, Nilly." He demmanded.
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