Sometimes Fyodor despised his boyfriend. Sure, he was cute at times, loved to pamper him and dote on him; no exceptions even when they were with friends but was it really necessary to kiss him all over his face?

Nikolai had practically smeared lipstick all over Fyodor’s face- his lips, cheeks, forehead and nose covered in kiss marks. All because Nikolai had wanted a photo of him like this.

“I don’t understand,”

Fyodor began grumpily, wiping one of the kisses off his face as he flinched from the sudden flash of the phone camera.

“Why is this necessary? I look ridiculous and you know it.”