Nikolai didn’t ask him to turn around, seeming content to sit back and smoke his fat cigar, the white smoke filled the room.
Angelo knew the smoke was harmless, but the rich notes of leather and spices made him dizzy. He let himself drop to the bed, facing in Nikolai’s direction, his dilated eyes looking up at the Alpha.
He shivered, feeling his eyes sting with tears. He had never had a heat before but he was sure this was what it felt like, the urge for satisfaction, the pleasure that made his toes curl up, his skin oversensitive.
He laid down on his side, knowing that this would continue for hours, there was no escaping it, just like he couldn’t escape Nikolai’s dark gaze.
It didn’t take long before he was propping himself upright to tug down the bathrobe, the feel of it against his nipples was driving him insane. Even if he remained still, the slight pressure it exerted was already too much.
He didn’t care that Nikolai was right in front of him, if he didn’t have his dignity left, he would have taken off the bathrobe completely. The one thing he was certain of was that Nikolai wasn’t interested in him sexually, it kept him from breaking.
It was surprisingly harder to keep friction off his cock than he thought it would be, Angelo squirmed around to find a position that didn’t have his weeping cock pinned.
He ended up on his face, his knees tucked under him to provide some elevation. He didn’t care about the embarrassing position, mentally keeping track of how much time had passed. It was about ten minutes, the time dragging slowly.
Nikolai watched this display with an outwardly calm expression, but his teeth dug into the cigar, the bitter taste of nicotine spilling on his tongue. Angelo pushing down the sleeves of his bathrobe had been unexpected, just as unexpected as the assassin settling into the submissive position he assumed.
Nikolai had been fixed on his red splashed chest until he got on his knees, his straight collarbones marred with faint scars. He had never had a reason to closely examine another man before, were perky nipples common? It was dusted red and swollen, visibly uncomfortable.
Angelo’s hair spilled over his bare shoulders, the Beta wasn’t arched on the bed, instead, he tucked himself in tight, looking like a little turtle. His eyes were closed, his expression contorted. The sleeves of the bathrobe fell over his hands after they were tugged down, partially hiding the fact that he was gripping the sheets.
"Don’t you want to cum?" He stirred the waters, giving up on smoking because he knew he would just bite through another cigar. The longer he sat in the room, the tighter his skin felt.
"Shut up," Angelo tossed at him, but it held no heat, a sob hidden in there somewhere.
"You know you’re allowed to jerk off," He kept taunting, losing the plot the longer things went on.
Angelo knew that, he closed his eyes tightly, tears seeping through the reddened corner of his eyes to dampen the sheets. But he couldn’t help but be stubborn, he would hold out for as long as he could.
He turned over to his back, his legs tired, his entire body strung up. He had hoped that his reaction to the aphrodisiac would reach a point and buffer but it just kept dialing higher.
There was a constant stream of precum oozing from his dark red tip, the entire length shiny and wet. His legs were bent at the knees, the bathrobe he wore parting. Angelo didn’t care, barely lucid. He could feel the tension in his lower stomach, it was starting to hurt, sore. It felt like if he didn’t cum soon he would snap in half, right after his dick exploded.
His head was thrown back, lips parted as he panted for air, his hands in the depths of his damp hair to keep it off his cock, lashes wet with tears.
Nikolai had a lot of patience at the start but it seemed to evaporate alongside all of the oxygen in the room. Now it felt like he was right on edge with Angelo, he needed to see the assassin cum like he was also plagued with a sex drug.
He leaned back, manspreading on the couch, a face propped on a hand which rested on the arm of the couch. He forcibly remained seated although it felt like he couldn’t see properly, like he needed to be right up on the bed with Angelo to see like he wanted to.
Just when he was about to get to his feet and walk over to the bed to jerk the assassin off himself, to spare them both the torture, a thin hand slowly lowered down Angelo’s body.
Nikolai leaned forward despite himself, nearly sitting on the edge of the couch as he followed that hand with precision. It wasn’t possible to die from the aphrodisiac but it had been over an hour, if Angelo held out anymore, the assassin might just kill them both.
The Beta’s propped-up knees partially blocked off Nikolai’s view, a frown on his face when he felt a shiver go down his spine at the breathy gasp that was wrenched from Angelo’s lips as he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock.
Angelo hastily shoved two fingers in his mouth to muffle his sounds, it made Nikolai swallow thickly, cursing the limitation of his vision before he could catch himself. He didn’t miss the tears on the Beta’s face, eyes dark as his gaze swept over the length of the assassin’s body over and over again.
Angelo’s hand on himself had no rhythm like he had never pleasured himself before, soft sounds spilling past his fingers.
Nikolai couldn’t decide where to look, riveted on Angelo’s arousal in a way he couldn’t explain. He wouldn’t watch a woman get off with such focus but he didn’t want to fuck the assassin, it was a new middle ground for him.