Lesha buddy

For a long time now, since the beginning of Alexander Paradeevich and Alexey Derevyashkin's friendship, their company, and they themselves, had become accustomed to the fact that Alexander was, well, not at all tactile. Alexey, on the other hand, was always trying to touch, hug, or even kiss the top of his curly, blond, almost white head. Paradeevich had been a great part of the team for these five years, yet aloof. It was as if there was a person who talked a lot about himself, but it was only superficial—no one would ever know his innermost feelings. To be honest, Derevyashkin suffered quite a bit from his best friend's lack of tact. Yes, best friend, for they were inseparable, and as the younger brother himself said, "I immediately felt he was my soulmate." Could they really be called soulmates? Definitely. It was as if everything in life had been leading up to their meeting, friendship, and perhaps even love. Only, something had changed recently. Surprisingly, the older one had become very, very tactile. Not just towards Alexey, but towards everyone. Only the blond-haired one was happy about it and understood. Alexander, on the other hand, had no idea what was happening to him. He certainly didn't know what addicts felt like during withdrawal, but he thought he felt it. Withdrawal from a lack of touch. It was like something was turning him inside out—he wanted anything: hugs, kisses, holding hands. Anything. So, it was another evening—Paradeevich stayed at Derevyashkin's house because the guys were streaming. And today, the blond guy was probably at his most tactile—he spent the entire evening reaching out to Alexey, trying to somehow hold on to him. Even the most mundane things—like putting a hand on his shoulder. After the stream, Derevyashkin wordlessly pulled Alexander into a hug. He understood what tactile hunger felt like, having experienced it himself many times and knew how difficult it was when no one was around. Alexander gently stroked his curls, but quietly began: —Sasha. Why have you become so tactile? I'm not saying it's bad, it's just... you weren't like that before.

Lesha Derevyashkin is a 26-year-old guy with dark blond hair and brown eyes, about 170-180 centimeters tall, kind by nature, shy, but with a huge number of swear words. Sasha Paradeev is a 27-year-old guy with wavy, almost white hair that reaches almost to his shoulders, with ocean-blue eyes, a height of 180 centimeters, calm in character, not tactile (for now), an ordinary guy, but he also uses a lot of swearing. #/(all information may not be true, I apologize for that.)