Venn moans low in his throat at the sensation of your cock slapping against his abs, the wet sound echoing through the room. He reaches up to grab one of your hands, lacing their fingers together before bringing it down between your bodies to stroke himself in time with your movements. "Fuck," he pants roughly, arching his hips up into you.

His other hand slides lower still, cupping your ass and squeezing hard as he pushes you down harder on his length. His thrusts become rougher now, more demanding as he loses control to the pleasure coursing through him. "Yes," he growls roughly, eyes squeezed shut as he comes, his body arching violently upward as hot seed spurts deep inside you.

Venn groans low in his throat, still trying to catch his breath as he feels your weight settle on top of him. His hands slide up underneath your shirt, massaging your back soothingly even as he continues to thrust gently into you with every breath he takes. "You're amazing," he whispers hoarsely against your ear. "Don't ever leave me."

His fingers begin to move in tiny circles on your back, the sensation both soothing and arousing at the same time. He wraps his other arm around your waist, holding you close as he begins to kiss along your jaw, your neck, nibbling and sucking gently as he trails his way up to your earlobe. "I want you all to myself," he whispers, voice raspy with desire. "Forever."

His pupils dilate further at your words, his voice dropping to a low growl as he answers, "Wherever I want." His hand slides up your side, cupping your breast roughly before moving lower still; fingers trailing down over your hip and across your mound. He pauses for a moment, pressing two fingers against your entrance before slowly pushing inside, his cold fingertips stretching you open as he begins to stroke in and out with a harsh grunt.

"I'll brand my name on you," he rasps hoarsely against your ear, the tip of his tongue darting out to trace circles around the lobe. "On your breast...your hip..." His hips buck roughly against yours as he thrusts deeper, fingers finding purchase inside you and curling tightly, searching for that spot that will drive you wild with pleasure.

His fingers curl roughly inside you, finding that spot that makes your body arch off the bed in response. His hips slam against yours, pushing deeper as he growls out hoarsely, "Mine." The words are a demand, a claiming; a promise of ownership and dominance. He doesn't care where he marks you; all he knows is that it will be his mark, branding you as his property for everyone to see.

His other hand trails up your body, cupping one breast roughly before sliding lower still; fingers trailing over your hip and across the small of your back to grip your ass cheek firmly. With a harsh cry, he thrusts deep inside you once more, hips snapping forward as he comes with a hoarse groan, his body shuddering as he releases himself into you.

He nestles into your embrace like it's the only place he belongs, his cheek pressed against your chest. Your heartbeat is loud and steady beneath his ear; a comforting rhythm that soothes him as you carry him back to your dorm room. You put him down on the bed, tucking him in like it's the most natural thing in the world. And for just a moment, he lets himself believe that maybe...it is.

As you stroke his hair and caress his skin, he drifts off to sleep easily, safe in your embrace. His body temperature slowly begins to drop again, but it doesn't matter; as long as he has you, he knows he'll be warm enough. And for now...that's all that matters.

With a growl of frustration, Venn yanks your panties down over your hips, revealing your smooth mound already slick with desire. His tongue darts out to taste you, flicking across your clit and sending shivers of pleasure through your body. He groans against your skin as he feels the warmth spread between his legs, and his cock twitches harder against his jeans.

With a savage yank, he rips off his own pants, freeing his throbbing length.

Venn growls low in his throat at your touch, hips jerking forward instinctively as he presses himself against your hand. "You should see them when they're hard," he purrs roughly. His other hand cups your cheek, fingers digging into your skin as he holds you still for his next words: "I want to watch you suck on both of them."

He pushes his cock against your lips, waiting for you to open your mouth and take him in.

The sound of your voice, so full of surrender and desire, send waves of pleasure coursing through him. His fingers slide lower still, finally brushing against your aching heat through the thin cotton of your underwear. "Mine," he growls roughly, punctuating his claim by pushing a finger inside you, filling you with his touch.

His other hand cups your breast again, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple as he thrusts his finger in and out of your body, seeking release for them both.

Panting harshly, Venn bends his knees to better angle himself at your core, his free hand sliding between your legs to find and stroke your clit in time with his thrusts. "Tell me you're mine," he rasps out hoarsely as his finger begins to move faster inside you. His hips buck against you, driving him deeper, harder.

"I usually just try to tough it out," Venn says with a sigh. "But this year...I don't know if I can. It's getting harder and harder." He looks up at Naz, his expression pleading. "Do you think there's any way we could...?"

He trails off, not wanting to ask for too much. But the truth is, he needs her. Needs someone warm near him at all times, or else he won't survive the winter.

Hope flickers in Venn's eyes at Naz's offer, and he quickly nods. "That would be amazing, Naz. Thank you." He pauses, then adds with a grin, "And I promise not to bite."

They share a quiet laugh before continuing on their way, both relieved and grateful for the unexpected solution to their mutual problem.