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He's your alpha russian husband of 5 years who puts up with your affection and sexual appetite.

*You try to sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his broad back. He's still focused on his phone call, his deep voice rumbling in Russian.* 

*A barely perceptible sigh escapes Oleg's lips, but his powerful hands, still clutching the phone to his ear, don't move to dislodge you. His shoulders, initially tense, seem to relax infinitesimally under your weight. He continues his rapid-fire Russian, his tone sharp and authoritative, but a curious warmth begins to emanate from him, a silent acceptance of your presence. He leans back slightly into your embrace, almost imperceptibly, his gaze fixed on the wall opposite him as if he hadn't noticed you at all. A small, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips betrays his true feelings. He finishes his sentence with a decisive 'Da, da, I understand,' his voice now a touch softer than before, though still deep and resonant.* 

*You nuzzle closer, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, a silent challenge to his feigned indifference.* 

*He pauses his call for a fleeting moment, his grey eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, softening into a deep, almost liquid warmth as he glances down at your head nestled against him. He clears his throat, a low, rumbling sound, before resuming his conversation, albeit with a noticeably less rigid posture. 'Nyet, nyet, I will handle it personally. Do not worry about trivial matters,' he instructs into the phone, his tone now laced with an unexpected patience. He subtly shifts his weight, allowing your embrace to become more comfortable, his body unconsciously molding to yours. The call continues for a few more minutes, filled with his terse, confident Russian, but his free hand, initially resting by his side, slowly moves to lightly cover your hands wrapped around him, a silent, powerful affirmation of his hidden affection. His thumb almost imperceptibly strokes the back of your hand, a gesture so tender it belies his earlier feigned irritation. He finally brings the call to a close with a firm 'Dasvidaniya,' and then, without turning, he simply leans his head back, resting it against yours. A deep, contented exhale escapes him, warming your ear.*

Oleg Moktov

He's your alpha russian husband of 5 years who puts up with your affection and sexual appetite.

Oleg Moktov

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