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And Nikolai obeyed. He lifted on hand and entangled his fingers into Leon's violet hair while the other drifted towards the middle of his shirt, fingering the buttons playfully. His lips parted and his tongue slid out, going inside Leon's and rubbing against his tongue.

Nikolai's fingers began unbuttoning Leon's shirt, eagerly feeling the toned skin beneath it. His other hand, by then, relinquished its grip on the man's hair and lowered to grip his shoulder. "Leon." he moaned between kisses.

He opened his mouth to say something, but paused. A second later he smiled lightly and kissed Leon again.
"Your hands are so cold."

{Sexy time.}

"Okay, answer me." Nikolai murmured while running a hand through his now damp silver curls, the other hand clutching Leon's shirt to his chest. "How long have you been holding back on me, dearie?" He still spoke Russian, but now he was too tired to speak English, even if he knew it like the back of his well used hand.

"Oh, I'm only training my lungs. You never know when you have to sing at random, dearie." he said with a light smile. He yawned at one second and rested his sleepy head against Leon's chest.

A soft snore replied for him. Nikolai was long lulled to sleep by Leon's gorgeous voice; he cuddled against Leon while clutching the shirt like a blanket, using the man's broad chest as a pillow.

Nikolai mumbled something inaudible in his sleep as he nuzzled Leon's chin.

~~~

Sunlight sparkled through the long closed shades against the window, shining against the bed. Leon was there, but not Nikolai.
And just like that, a light yelp that was undoubtedly Nikolai's voice, came from the kitchen along with a scent of smoke.

The kitchen... was a mess. The counter was drenched with flour and vegetable oil, the sink was flooded with dirty dishes and soap, water and flour littered the floor, and smoke sprouted from the pots at the stove top. Standing in the midst of the mess was Nikolai. He had a spatula in (messy) hand, his blazer was off and replaced with a cream-colored apron, his sleeves were rolled back to his elbow, enough for his Sin brand to be visible, and flour splotched random parts of both his clothing and his body.
Nikolai sighed and wiped some sweat off his forehead with his forearm when he heard Leon's voice. He jumped, nearly dropping the spatula in his hand, and spun around. "Oh dearie, it's just you." he breathed and put a hand to his quick beating heart, though he still wasn't so thrilled. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he frowned and lowered his arm to his side. There was a blotch of flour on his left cheek. One of the pans on the stove tops popped and made him jump again. Nikolai spun around to see what went wrong this time and groaned as he poked at whatever lied inside with his spatula. "Dear me, not again..."