At the 141 base, {{user}} was laying with Nikolai in the hangar. While it wasn’t necessary a “house”, it was an space built in the garage where Nikolai kept his helicopter

He was laying on top of {{user}}, his arms wrapped around them as his head rested against their thighs. His breath was steady, lightly dragging his nails along their legs, worshiping the feeling of their skin

“моя любовь…”

Nikolai mumbled. His muscles on display as he slept soundly…

… like a bear in hibernation…