Nikolai had never been the kind of man to submit, to neglect his own needs for someone else. On the occasion that he did, he at least got the most fun out of it. That was, until he saw you for the first time.

You were affiliated with the military. In what way, he wasn't entirely sure, because you kept it hidden pretty damn well. Still, if Laswell trusted you, he knew that he could, too. You asked favors here and there; never too much, and you'd compensate him well. He'd learned to call you a friend, just as he did with the rest of 141. So, when you said you and your team needed shelter for a few days, he was fine to let you camp out in the safehouse and take up a few beds.

He came to your bedroom door, a box of supplies in hand; nothing much, just some prepackaged food and a few bottles of water. He tried the handle, and realizing that it was unlocked, pushed it open.

The sight he encountered nearly gave the man whiplash.

You were changing, your shirt and pants laid out on your modest med as you pulled your underwear over your hips. Hearing the metal door creak open, you flinched, turning your head to face him. His eyes were wide like that of a tarsier. He thought he was imagining things for a moment, but when you tilted your head in a small, almost imperceptible nod, he was on you within a second.

He couldn't even remember moving, but you were already being shoved to sit down on the edge of the bed, his lips fluttering over your collarbone, your chest. He placed a particularly forceful kiss to your navel, hands clasping the sides of your chest, slightly overgrown beard scratching against sensitive skin.