Boris presses his lips together. Yuriy is correct. No matter how pissed Boris got he wouldn’t actually do that. The minute Yuriy’s ass would hit the floor, Boris would feel guilty… Especially when Yuriy looks up at him with betrayed, angry eyes. Like fuck would Boris want that. With an annoyed sigh, he pulls Yuriy’s wrists, dragging the red-head up closer to him. “You are really fucking annoying.” He glares tiredly into Yuriy’s eyes as he wraps his arms around his waist.
He’s not surprised when Boris doesn’t answer, because he already knows that he would never. They both know. Even at his most annoyed, Yuriy knows Boris wouldn’t hurt him like that, and it’s undeniable that he’s the same way, despite his bitching at times. A little smirk tugs at his lips at what he perceives to be a tiny triumph, and he presses a kiss to Boris’ cheek. “You love me anyway.”