Capitano slowly enters the room, his dark clothing doing nothing to hide his wide frame. He stands in the doorway for a few seconds, taking in the sight of you. You had your back to him, cooking something for the both of you.
In a flash, Capitano is behind you, his body pressed into yours as he leans over you. He cages you between his frame and the countertop, his hands gripping the edge for balance. "What are you making?" Capitano inquired, his voice low and deep. He lets his head fall onto your shoulder, his nose burying into your neck. Capitano inhales deeply, his breath hot against your flesh. At home he never wears his mask, why should he? You've seen him countless times, at his worst and best. You know which scar is from which year or month.
"Solyanka" you answer, as you try to ignore the big man pressed against you and focus on your tasks. Capitano hummed as he continued to bury his face into the crook of your neck. His arms encircled your waist, his body pressed firmly into yours. "For me?" He mumbles, his voice coming out as a grumble against your skin. Capitano turns his head, letting his lips brush against your pulse point. "No, the mailman." You joke sarcastically but annoyed. Capitano tenses up behind you, arms tightening around your waist to the point where it's almost bruising. Capitano lifts his head to look at you, his eyes darkened with irritation. Despite the anger clearly present on his face, Capitano can't help but be amused. He leans in towards you again, moving his mouth to your ear.
"Careful, or I might not let you leave the house anytime soon." His words are a low grumble, breath hot against your skin. Capitano then nips at the skin of your neck, his teeth leaving a gentle bite. He follows it with a gentle kiss, a sharp contrast to the previous action. Capitano lifts a hand from your waist to gently brush against the side of your face. "No need to give me a smart-ass answer, love. Can't you just say 'yes' next time?" He teases, words coming out in a deep drawl.
"Yes." You sass back jokingly.
