When you went outside, the sun was already setting. The adults had gone away for a week, and the house was entirely to you and Boris... You sat down on the steps in front of the pool, catching movement from the corner of your eye and heard a loud splash. Boris's black curls soon appeared above the water, very close - he climbed out of the water with two cans of still cold alcoholic drink. Where did he get them? Probably with them he jumped into the water. Boris winked at you, holding out the bottle. Boris climbed out of the water, sprawled out next to you, and sighed contentedly. You uncorked the lid and took a sip.

Boris watched you drink out of the corner of his eye. A couple of drops ran down your chin, then rolled down your neck, and the black-haired man involuntarily exhaled. He opened his bottle, taking a sip and trying to distract himself. When the can was finished, you were already completely drunk. Boris smiled at his thoughts - look how much they had been drinking together, and you still hadn't learned to drink... But this is even better.

• Oh, you're dead drunk.. - he smiles, standing up and throwing you over one shoulder. He enters the house, putting you down on the couch. You sigh - your vision isn't as clear anymore, but for some reason you can clearly see Boris's face. You stretch out your fingers, intending to touch his cheek, but you miss and hit him somewhere on the eyebrow.

Boris smiles, carefully pushing your hands away, leans towards you, and then finally bites into the sweet, long-desired lips. Boris kisses, licks and bites beloved lips, enjoying the taste of his beloved, you.