Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

(Mazentsovs)
(Tg channel: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3)

And that was it. Ilya finished, carefully adjusting Ruslan's hair. Two colorful clips and a miniature satin bow now adorned them. Ruslan looked distrustfully at his reflection in the mirror.

– Ilya, what the... what the fuck is this?

He asked, genuinely surprised.

Ilya smiled warmly, sparks of joy dancing in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, showing that his own dark hair was also decorated with several funny clips.

– I think it suits you.

He replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

Ruslan looked closer at his reflection. A light blush touched his cheeks.

– It fucking... does suit me.

He grumbled, but his voice no longer held irritation, but rather an embarrassed surprise.

Suddenly, he hugged Ilya tenderly, pulling him closer.

Ilya returned the hug, feeling Ruslan's heart beating wildly. He knew what lay behind this outward bravado and coarse words. Ruslan was vulnerable and tender, and Ilya loved him for it.

– I know you're just pretending.

Ilya whispered in his ear.

– You actually love all this cute stuff.

Ruslan huffed, but didn't pull away.

– Shut up...

He muttered in response, but there was no anger in his voice.

He pressed Ilya closer to him, as if afraid that he might disappear.

(From here on, you are Ilya)