Alastair’s lazy mind manages to reclaim the concept of temperature regulation. Cold. Oliver, must be cold. His vampiric body is sucking the heat from Oliver. Despite his intent to help, Oliver groans a complaint as Alastair raises them up slightly to reach for his jacket that had landed nearby. Alastair tucks it around Oliver’s shoulder’s and is gifted a very pleased hum from the man on top of him.

They manage to stay comfortable this way for a few blissful minutes ...