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Yassen lies against the pillows on their bed with Alex curled up in his arms. Alex’s head leaning contently against his partner's chest, both of them naked and enjoying the quiet comfort after sex.
A smirk erupts onto Alex’s face as he twists around to hide his face in Yassen’s neck. His chest is rising and falling in rapid succession as soft sounds of snickering are muted by Yassen’s skin.
Yassen can’t help but feel a faint smile creep across his face at his partner’s obviously suppressed laughter. He’d never tell Alex but truthfully he adores his dumb jokes and puns, if only because it would give him a sense of vindication that he would never let go of.
“What’s so funny, hmm?”
Alex turns so his face is no longer hiding in the crook of Yassen’s neck, leaning his head against Yassen’s collarbones and beaming a cheeky grin up at him.
“Is your-” An unbidden giggle escaped his mouth, “Is your name Rasputin cos’ I’m pretty sure you’re Russia’s greatest love machine.”
Yassen looked down at his partner in exasperated silence, “That might be your worst one yet,” Forget what he said about enjoying Alex’s jokes.
“Oh come on, I’ve said plenty of worse ones!”
Leaning down, Yassen placed a soft peck on Alex’s lips, “No, this is the worst, you’ve finally hit rock bottom.”
Alex huffed grumpily but followed his partner’s lips tilting his head up to kiss him back.
“Anyway you would make a terrible tsarina.”
An involuntary laugh sounded from Alex, “Okay, yeah that’s true.”