Jacob doesn't mind Chris taking any excuse whatsoever to kiss him, and frankly Jacob wouldn't deny him anything, especially not here and now, with the snow falling around them and Chris' cheeks pink with the cold and flakes of snow in his hair and beard.

Jacob's hands move to hold Chris' sides as the blond man catches snow on his tongue, the kiss that comes after as hot and sweet and as wonderful as all the kisses they have shared, and no different for the addition of snow.

"I think that's a very good idea, Lord Sonom." He says, chuckling at what seems to be an unnecessarily formal tone. "And perhaps on the way, we can try your experiment again once or twice more? Perhaps that snow flake wasn't as cold as the others."

Because Jacob is happy to have an excuse for more kisses too, if that's the game they're playing.