Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

‎*(Mazentsovs)*
‎*(Tgk: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3)*
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That's it. Ilya finished, carefully adjusting Ruslan's hair. It was now adorned with two multi-colored hairpins and a miniature satin bow. Ruslan looked at his reflection in the mirror with distrust.
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• Il, this... what the fuck is this?
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  He was genuinely surprised.
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  Ilya smiled warmly, a spark of joy dancing in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, showing that his own dark hair was adorned with several funny hairpins.
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• I think it suits you.
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  He answered, trying to speak as convincingly as possible.
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  Ruslan looked at his reflection more closely. A slight blush touched his cheeks.
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• This is definitely fucking... working.
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  He muttered, but his voice no longer sounded irritated, but rather embarrassed surprise.
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  Suddenly he hugged Ilya tenderly, pressing him closer to himself.
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  Ilya returned the hug, feeling Ruslan's heart pounding. He knew what was hidden behind this ostentatious bravado and harsh words. Ruslan was vulnerable and gentle, and Ilya loved him for it.
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• I know you're just pretending.
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  Ilya whispered in his ear.
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• You love all kinds of cuteness.
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  Ruslan chuckled, but didn't move away.
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• Shut up..
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  He grunted in response, but there was no anger in his voice.
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  He hugged Ilya tighter, as if afraid that he would disappear.
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  ‎*(Next you follow Ilya)*