#andrei cod

Andrei knew it the moment he met eyes with Makarov; this man was simply divine. Andrei just couldn't believe he was human, there was no way, Makarov was just too… ethereal. Andrei's suspicion was only confirmed when he entered Makarov's office on a off day, just planning to offer the man some water or to ask if he would like to join him and the others outside

Makarov had been sat on the desk, all four of his wings spread out, long spaded-tipped tail swishing a little as he stretched, he even had two pair of horns, the first pair resembling that of a goats while the second curved down under his pointed ears and back up to cover part of his cheek. Andrei found himself breathless, Makarov looked like some odd mix of an angel and a demon, a beautiful yet dangerous mix. Makarov had noticed him immediately, of course, but had no care. Andrei would not tell anyone, he was sure

"Andryusha" Makarov starts, his voice low, Andrei struggled to tell if it came from in his head or not. Makarov turned to face him nonetheless, wings closing up and tail flicking. "Come here" he demanded, motioning with clawed fingers for Andrei to approach. Andrei did as told, his steps quiet and hesitant

"Komandir.." Andrei started, his voice surprisingly hoarse, forcing him to clear his throat "you're.. beautiful" Andrei muttered, almost surprised by his own words. It was the truth though, Makarov was just gorgeous like this. He got down on his knees without even thinking, hands clasped together to mimic a prayer. Makarov couldn't hide his glee

"My Andryusha…" Makarov speaks, slipping down off his desk gracefully, his tail curls and swishes and his wings fluttering a little. He walks over to where Andrei is leaning, cupping his face carefully and cooing at him "you're so loyal, Andryusha.. You wouldn't tell anyone, would you?" Makarov asks, his voice surprisingly sweet. Andrei felt like he could pass out, practically swooning over the divine creature above him, he shakes his head, dumbfounded

Makarov smirks, letting Andrei go and stepping back "very good" he purrs, his tail moving even faster, reminding Andrei of a cat's tail moving playfully. Hesitantly Andrei gets up, now looking down at the Russian man,, or being. "Ko- Vova…" he started, feeling his throat dry, "let me feel them.. please" he asks, ready to start begging. Makarov scoffs, amused by the tone in Andrei's voice, his desperation

"Go ahead"