Fyodor practically melted against you, worn out from the intense round you had just had. He still felt full with you inside of him.

His body was beautifully bruised, mostly because it was so easy to get your beloved to be marked. His pale flesh was a perfect canvas. His face and shoulders were still flushed red, making him look even more adorable. His eyes fluttered closed. He was tired.

His arms tightened around your neck. He didn’t want you to leave now that the session was over.