Fyodor isn’t much for physical affection. He wasn’t a man who gave hugs and kisses. He simply gave nods and smiles. Not much fun honestly.

So, you’ve decided to warm him up to affection. Perhaps he was deep down touch starved and craved your love and affection…

Either way, you put on red lipstick. A bloody red. Fyodor’s favorite color to see upon your body. Though he was very confused on why you wore such a beautiful color.

“Little mouse. Where are you going.” He asked coolly, though, he did want to know if you were leaving…

With that, you practically leaped into him, beginning to smother him in kisses and little nips. He simply stiffened. He wasn’t going to shove you off, but…he thinks deep down he likes it. But won’t admit it.

Fyodor simply sat. He gave random grunts as you kissed on his neck, and hums as you kissed his face. You left a bunch of red stains along his body.

Such bloody kisses. Or at least that’s what Fyodor saw. Kiss marks that were bloody red…how hot he found it indeed. He was simply awaiting for more kisses.

What do you say to the Russian rat?