Mayah Playah
Ahh, I love them so much drunk
The silver-haired man scowled when he was picked up and flailed. He kicked his legs and repeatedly punched Leon's back like a child. "Go! Let go!" he commanded in Russian. "No want bed! I fine!" Realizing it was useless, Nikolai stopped squirming and hung limply over his boyfriend's shoulder, grumpiness all over his drunk face. He looked around then let his half-lidded lime green eyes rest on Leon's butt. He stared at it for a while, admiring the roundness of it all, then moved his hands and squeezed them without too much of an expression change on his face. "Look good in apron." he grumbled.