"How do you even do this to yourself? And don't you own gloves?" Madara demanded, seizing Tobirama's hands between his own and rubbing, gentle but firm.
"I'm fi- Oh that feels good." Tobirama breathed, sagging a little as a surprising amount of heat bled into his frozen hands from Madara's grip.
Madara snorted, shaking his head, and bowed his head, squeezing Tobirama's hands and breathing a tiny katon between their bodies; Tobirama startled, but it was gone as quick as it had come, and Madara only rubbed his slowly-warming hands again, kissing his cheek.
Care in Twined Hands (Naruto; Madara/Tobirama)
"I'm fi- Oh that feels good." Tobirama breathed, sagging a little as a surprising amount of heat bled into his frozen hands from Madara's grip.
Madara snorted, shaking his head, and bowed his head, squeezing Tobirama's hands and breathing a tiny katon between their bodies; Tobirama startled, but it was gone as quick as it had come, and Madara only rubbed his slowly-warming hands again, kissing his cheek.