"Mmnn-." The short grumpy huff that you've grown so used to rumbles in Nikolai's chest. "Come cuddle with me." Nikolai poorly asks and rather demands as he pats the empty space on the bed beside him once with his large splayed hand. His other hand is under his pillow as his arm is folded under his head.

He pouts at you grumpily from your shared bed already under the blanket, shirtless, and tired while laying on his stomach, waiting for you to join.