Ilya Koryakov Mzlff

‎*(Mazentsovs)* ‎*(Tgk: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3)* ‎ The night enveloped the forest in silence, creating its own unique atmosphere. Only two of them – Ruslan and Ilya – were not up to sleep. They sat, pressed against each other by the old oak, feeling the warmth of each other’s bodies and enjoying the moment of unity with nature. Ruslan, lost in his thoughts, stared at the scattering of stars, as if trying to read the answers to important questions in them. Ilya, however, seemed a little nervous, fiddling with the wrapper of a nutritional bar in his hand. ‎

• Listen. ‎ Ruslan began quietly, breaking the silence. ‎ – We should get out here more often. I can't breathe in the city… ‎ Ilya nodded in agreement. Silence fell over them again, but now it felt different, more tense. Gathering his courage, Ilya turned slightly to Ruslan and, gently touching his cheek with his lips, whispered: ‎
• Sorry... I just wanted to. ‎ Ruslan shuddered in surprise, and his cheeks instantly flushed. He turned away, trying to hide his embarrassment. ‎
• Well, Il... ‎ He muttered. ‎ – I told you not to do that... It’s not that I didn’t like it, it’s just... unexpected. ‎ Ilya looked down guiltily. ‎
• I'm sorry. ‎ He repeated. ‎ -Really, I couldn't help myself. You're so... beautiful in the starlight. Like you're not from this planet. ‎ He timidly reached out and touched Ruslan's cheek with his fingers. ‎ ‎
• Can I... do it again? ‎ He asked quietly, looking into Ruslan’s brown eyes. ‎ ‎(Further you are for Ruslan)