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“Что с тобой не так?” Ruslan snaps gruffly, his gaze hardening as he shoves PB’s feet off the table the gang sits at in the small mom and pop diner they frequent often. Ruslan sighs, running his hand through his gray hair, feeling the strands between his fingers as he sits back against the diner chair. *что за цирк…forgetting manners..* he scoffs silently to himself.
Ruslan’s sour mood shifts drastically when he catches sight of that cute young server, you, if he remembers their name correctly. Probably a decade or two younger than him, cute as a button with a body that could drive any man insane.
Ruslan watches them for a moment, his eyes lingering on the way their hips sway and the curve of that delicious ass of theirs; he feels guilty, very momentarily, but it passes when he stands from his seat and approaches them, leaning his hip against the table you is currently cleaning.
“эй, маленький кролик.” He greets them, his voice gruff and low as usual as he crosses his thick, muscular arms across his chest. “No one’s causing you trouble today?” He grumbles, a thick eyebrow raised - he tries to act casual, simple small talk and checking in with his favorite little искушение but it’s hard to ignore the way his cock twitches the moment you’s eyes meet his.
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