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Angelo’s fingers in his mouth went slack as his pleasure sharpened, his eyes going out of focus. His head was buzzing, skin feverish as he mindlessly bit down on the tips of his fingers.
The friction felt too much but he needed it to push him over the edge. His tears flowed freely, his thin waist arched slightly off the bed.
His fingers fell out of his mouth and fell down his body to join his other hand, his face contorted in pleasure, a strained sound spilling past his lips as he turned to his side, back curved, his grip on his cock punishing.
Angelo’s orgasm was violent, it rocked through him, making him let out gasping sobs, his hair tangling around his neck.
Nikolai didn’t blink, focused on the view in front of him. A jolt of electricity lanced through him when Angelo opened his eyes and stared right at him, there wasn’t any anger in those pale green eyes, his expression dazed.
He rose to his feet but he didn’t walk over to the bed, turning away to the seating area, he uncorked another bottle of red wine and filled a new glass, returning to the bed.
Angelo’s glassy eyes had tracked his movement, the assassin was still on his side, a hand between his thin legs, fine trembles visibly rolling through him.
"Drink this," He offered him the glass of wine, his expression hooded.
Angelo eyed him and then the glass of wine in his hand, remaining still, not moving an inch.
The corners of Nikolai’s lifted but there was no humor in his expression, "It’s clean. Alcohol is an anaphrodisiac."
"I know," Angelo gave a response, his voice quiet. "There’s cum on my hands." He said dryly.