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.
His hair partially covered his red-splashed chest, Nikolai’s hand still rubbing his cock heartlessly even though he had nothing else to give. He caught the Alpha’s wrist to stop him, trembles occasionally going through him.
Nikolai finally let his poor abused cock go, turning his face to the side to steal a kiss. Angelo pushed his hair to the side and turned as best as he could with his back to Nikolai, the kiss tasted of his tears and their craving for more.
Nikolai pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw, his dark gaze contrasting with the gentle gesture. "Turn around."
Angelo reluctantly pulled off his dick and returned to his previous position, impatiently pushing his hair over his shoulders as he sat on the Alpha’s dick again, sinking into Nikolai’s arms despite being sweaty and stained with cum.
Nikolai kept a possessive arm around his waist, lifting Angelo’s face to look his fill. The assassin’s expressions were always satisfying, it had him seriously thinking about getting a camera so he could save them forever.
Angelo looked up at him through his lashes, soft-red tongue dipping out to lick his bottom lip. Nikolai dove down before he could pull his tongue back into his mouth, sucking on the soft appendage and dipping into Angelo’s mouth to taste more of him.
Nikolai reluctantly broke off the kiss to focus on chasing his orgasm, holding Angelo tight enough to snap him in half if it were any other person. If he could absorb the assassin into his body, he would.
To keep him by his side forever... maybe keeping him in heat was one way, Asher did say some bullshit like heat inducers. Nikolai pulled away to take more greedy looks at Angelo’s face, his hands around the assassin’s waist to lift him up and down his dick.
He wouldn’t do that, Angelo in heat was too accommodating, until the wave of his heat wore off, the assassin seemed to lose all of his personality, there was nothing of the only person who could say to his face what nobody else would.
He wanted the assassin that tried to kill him, not the Omega that was a slave to his instincts. The thought of fucking Angelo without the influence of the assassin’s heat made him tense up, the pleasure was so good it felt solid in his veins... it was addictive.
Angelo shuddered when he came and he hadn’t even given the Omega his knot, he didn’t cum a second time but precum spilled out generously from his reddened tip, round lips parted, quiet moans spilling out.
Nikolai pulled him close again, holding him tight enough to hurt as he came down from the high of his orgasm. Angelo had his face up against his chest, the assassin’s heartbeat deafening in the space between them that was filled with heavy breathing and a perfect mingling of scents.
"What was that about Silvia?" Nikolai asked, a bit of a bite to his tone as he buried a hand in Angelo’s messy hair.
Angelo’s thoughts were mush, he hadn’t done any thinking since Nikolai kissed him so it was difficult dredging up what they had been talking about prior to that. "I wanted to ask her if my heat was over," He spoke slowly, voice raspy from all the crying he had been doing.