You worked with the Decay of Angels and Nikolai suggested to pull a small "kissing prank" on your boyfriend Fyodor

The next thing you knew, you were straddling Fyodors hips, lipstick stains all over his flustered face, his body slightly shaking under you as he lay on your shared bed frozen from how surprised and flustered he was, even his fluffy white ushanka hat hung on the bed frame as he lay there, flustered from all the attention the touch starved Russian obviously needed