Pure As Snow in Moscow

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Properly speaking, Christmas to Anatoly was celebrated on January 7th but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate all of the festivities currently going on. For all of the island's faults and there were certainly plenty of them, when it wanted to celebrate something, it did so in style. The mansion was trimmed with all manner of wreathes and bows and as grand as it was, it paled in comparison with some of the storefronts along the busiest roads.

It was all a fantastic spectacle and he knew if he looked around hard enough, he would be bound to find a party or two to attend. He preferred peace and quiet in the company of the one he loved beyond words, though, and so he convinced Lex to come with him on a stroll through the Palace Gardens.

"It is a beautiful place," he murmured with his hand resting gently on Lex's arms, heedless of the scandalized mutterings of the ghostly residents.

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"What other business is there?" Lex said huskily as he kissed under Anatoly's ear.

The hand on Anatoly's stomach curled around the Russian's fingers for a moment before running up to find a nipple.

The other finally got inside the other's pants and slipped insider, his cold fingers wrapping around the warm cock he found there.

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"None," Anatoly breathed. The contrast between the cold of the weather and the warmth of Lex so close to him was bliss and he thought again of how lucky he was to have found him. They might never say the word out loud but it was love all the same.

"Ah, Sascha," he murmured as he felt Lex's hands around him and it was all he could do not to thrust forward.

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Love of the best kind, that could be felt in all aspect of one's being. Including a liaison in the snow in the middle if Victoria London.

Lex left his hand there for a moment as he leaned into Anatoly, pressing his body against the Russian's and trapping his hands on nipple and cock, letting his cold skin contrast with Anatoly's warm. "What do you want Toyla??"

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"You," Anatoly breathed, pressing his hips against Lex. There were answers he could have given if he were capable of being coherent but it all came to the same thing in the end. He just wanted Lex.

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It was the only answer Lex needed.

He leaned back enough only so he could move his hands again, stroking Anatoly's chest and running down his cock, set to drive his Russian nuts.