#unnecessary roughness to my puthy

[chadillacboseman]

I'M IN LOVE WITH SPETSNAZ HC'S! You're a great writer, May I request Russian boys receiving a massage by their s/o after had a bad day?

I'm gonna start crying in this Wendy's

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"Right...there-" Maxim groaned in satisfaction as your thumb worked the tense muscle under his shoulder blade.

"Rough day?" you murmured and he nodded, eyes shut in pure enjoyment as your hands moved over his exposed back.

"Alexsandr working you too hard?" you paused to push your thumb into a knot at the base of his neck and he let out a quiet whimper.

"Always. You wouldn't know he's almost 50."

You chuckled and moved your deft hands to his shoulder. To your surprise, one of his own broad hands clasped over yours and he leaned his head down to rest over the top of it.

"I don't deserve you," his voice was so soft that you barely heard it.

"What are you talking about?" you snaked your hand from under his grip and leaned around his large frame to look him in the eyes.

"You know what I mean," Maxim gestured vaguely, "I come home late, I can't talk about work, I-"

"Maxim-" you cut him off with a hand on his chest, fingers fanning over the ripple of muscle beneath them, "Shut up."

He blinked in surprise and you smiled, "Do you think I didn't know what I was signing up for?"

"I-" Maxim paused and you took advantage of his distraction to move into his lap, legs straddling his and arms around his neck.

"I love you," he whispered it as if he was afraid of the response he was going to get in return. Even after all this time, he was still so unsure of himself.

"I love you too, Maxim. Now tell me where it hurts."

"Shuhrat, sit down-" you tossed a pillow across the room at him as he paced.

"I can't-" he paused to wince as he turned to face you and his back sent a jolt of pain down his leg.

"If you don't, you're going to make it worse. Let me help!"

Shuhrat sighed and pulled his shirt over his head before striding to the bed and dropping down onto the comforter in front of you.

"Where does it hurt?"

He winced as he wrapped his arm around and pointed to his lower back, just above his fatigues.

"What happened?" you murmured as you ran your fingers gently along his spine.

"Glaz- he tackled me during training and threw me over a table."

"He what?" you paused, fingers hovering over the sore spot.

"Сволочь. He caught me off-guard."

"Well, I hope you got him back," you pushed your thumb into the spot and Shuhrat let out a pained grunt.

"I did. Can't win the exercise if you lose the hostage."

You chuckled and ran your hands over his lower back as he leaned into your touch with a contented sigh.

"You are too good to me, you know?" he turned his head to glance back at you as he spoke.

"Hm, you think so?" you applied more pressure and he yelped in pained surprise.

"Maybe not-" he hissed through gritted teeth.

"But I still love you."