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Angelo impatiently pushed his hair out of his face and threw his arms around Nikolai for another kiss. This would be the only chance he would get to feel good, he was going to take full advantage of it.
Nikolai let himself be pushed back, pulling out his hand to properly hold Angelo’s exposed waist. This was a great way to spend his evening...
A short while later, he had Angelo with his back to him, the assassin’s back in a deep arch as he held both his wrists captive with a single hand and held him steady with his other hand on his waist.
With each bounce, his long black hair swayed, it was hypnotic, it made Nikolai want to wrap it around his hand and pull on it.
The bathrobe had long been tossed to the ground in a messy heap, the sky outside fully dark now. There was a cold draft outside, but it didn’t get in, the room steamy with sex.
Nikolai couldn’t see the assassin’s face in this position but he comforted himself with his shaky moans. Angelo wasn’t a weak Omega after all, and he had a reputation to keep, he couldn’t have the assassin walking so well right after a second time.
Angelo’s head hung down, the only thing keeping him from tumbling face down to the table in front of them was Nikolai’s hold on him. It should be uncomfortable to be partly held up by his arms pulled taut behind him, but Angelo couldn’t feel any other part of his body but his hole, which was being pounded to a soft, slick-dripping mess.
His round lips glistened with drool, his eyes drooping, legs trembling. And when Nikolai pulled him up against him, his back meeting the Alpha’s scarred chest, it wasn’t to give him a breather.
Nikolai’s movement was limited in their new position, but it didn’t stop the Alpha from grinding against his sweet spot, an open-mouthed kiss pressed to his scent gland. He threw his head back against Nikolai’s shoulder, baring his neck, his eyes watering from pleasure.
It already felt like too much, his cresting orgasm promising to steal his gasping breaths away when Nikolai reached around him to rub him off.
Angelo was accustomed to his cock being neglected, and now that he felt so good even without it, he thought nothing of it. Nikolai didn’t hook up with men after all, and his hands were constantly pinned down to do it for himself, and even if they weren’t, he doubted he would remember to.
He let out a stifled cry, hiding his face in Nikolai’s neck as he felt his cum paint his thighs and no doubt the Mafia King’s hand, but he couldn’t think about that right then.