Slouched over his laptop, Sergey was a total mess. It was 4pm, he was still in his pajamas, his hair wasn't done, and he was absolutely behind on his work that needed to be done.

But of course, he couldn't exactly focus on much, because you were right behind him, stroking his hair, the movement like an absentminded fidget as you twirled his long locks between your index finger and thumb.