Imagine: After a long night of snow fall you were ready to embrace your inner kid and go play in the shimmering powder. You hurriedly pulled up your snow pants and threw on your coat. You looked like a human marshmallow with the amount of fluff on your body, but that didn’t matter because you were ready for the freezing confetti. As you ran into the living room, Yuta looked up from the television to see what you were up to. He let out a small chuckle as he saw your appearance; you rummaged around the drawers of the in tables looking for your gloves. Yuta left the room and you could feel your hopes of playing in the snow slowly dying because without gloves there were no snowmen, snowballs, or even snow angels. As you were about to give up you turned to see Yuta standing in the doorway all bundled up and holding your gloves in his hand. You smiled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out into the cold, but with him there you seemed to always stay warm.
Yeah cuddling naked is nice but there is something so sensual about laying together with your clothes on just to have them lift your shirt a little and grab your hip, then run their hand up and down your body to tease you. And by having just a small bit of your skin exposed, it leaves your body begging for more, and your nerves burn to have their hand pull your shirt up just a little more, grab your waist and caress your skin. Then the sweet and dangerous motion of their hand tugging your pants down slightly to give you false hope of satisfaction is dispelled by the sudden tug to pull your pants back up, and it gives you the feeling of dire need to be touched more. Clothes are great, actually.