Angelo more or less expected that response, so he focused on getting the rest of the tangles out of his hair, his arms aching when he was all done. He tossed the brush on the dresser and started for the bed, the night robe parting to show his long legs with every step he took.
He got on the bed beside Nikolai, crawling over to the other side of the bed and rolled to his back with a tired sigh. Today had gone on forever, and although he had slept way more than he usually did already, he was sleepy again.
"Are you coming to bed?" He directed at Nikolai who was still seated at the edge of the bed. The Mafia King’s presence in bed was crucial to him falling asleep so he didn’t think twice about asking.
Nikolai’s back went stiff, whipping around at Angelo’s seemingly harmless words. He was coming to bed, tonight and every other night.
Angelo went easily when Nikolai pulled him into his arms, even the Alpha’s way-too tight hold was comforting, his eyes growing heavy.
The feeling of Nikolai’s hand in his hair woke him right back up, pale green eyes alight with disapproval as he pulled back as far as Nikolai’s possessive grip would let him. "Don’t tangle my hair."
Brushing it out had taken him a longer time than washing it had, but he could see a trace of mischief in Nikolai’s dark blue eyes and he knew that the Mafia King wasn’t listening.
Nikolai wanted to immediately offer to brush it for Angelo but he vividly remembered being turned down the last time he asked. "I’ll take you to get it done."
Angelo had already given in, so regardless of what Nikolai had said, he would have accepted. He hummed softly, letting his eyes slip shut. The salon hadn’t been all bad last time, as long as the hairstylist didn’t do anything strange to his hair, he might even enjoy it.
Nikolai wasn’t sure how they could both easily fall asleep with each other. Was it a case of two insomniacs canceling out? He didn’t question it too hard, however because this way, they could both get some much needed rest without needing the help of drugs.
He slept off with his hand in Angelo’s hair even though he knew it would piss the assassin off but Angelo’s anger was always a treat to see.
Nikolai didn’t expect to be woken up by Angelo, after the day and night they had, the Omega should have slept for far longer but merely a handful of hours later, in the gentle darkness of dawn, pleasure arced up his spine, rousing him.
He opened his eyes to find himself on his back, Angelo’s face mere inches from him. The assassin was lying on his chest, his hair wild, dilated eyes heavy-lidded.
"You’re up," Angelo’s raspy voice cleared the rest of the fog out of his brain, "You can go back to sleep, it just felt so... I just felt so hot."
Nikolai stared without blinking as Angelo tried to push himself upright, the Omega had fallen forward after sitting on his dick, and even as Angelo tried to explain, he could felt the other’s slick dripping, his sweet dark scent filling the room.
He felt that even if he drank an entire bottle of drugged wine, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. His features softened as he processed what was going on, having no qualms with being woken up .
"Why didn’t you wake me up?" He asked in a gentle tone that he didn’t think he could ever speak in.
Angelo gave up on trying to lift himself up, completely sapped of energy. He was tired but his body was still burning hot, he had wanted to ignore it until Nikolai woke up, but it started to hurt.
At that point, all of his logical thinking had gone out of the window and he just wanted to feel better. He still didn’t want to wake Nikolai up despite all of that, the Mafia King had to be as exhausted as he was, he wanted him to get some more rest.
Angelo didn’t reply, instead, he buried his face in Nikolai’s shoulder and bit down, more than a little frustrated.
The little sharp bite seemed to imbue Nikolai with strength, he sat up with Angelo in his arms, placing the assassin in his favorite position, on his back with his legs spread.
He could clearly see Angelo’s exhaustion so he didn’t torture him this time, bringing them both to climax quickly. Angelo clinging to him, sobbing quietly as he came was Nikolai’s favorite part.
He didn’t even mind the assassin immediately falling fast asleep, there were faint dark circles under his eyes, his long lashes clumped together and wet with tears. Angelo still clung to him even though he was asleep, and although Nikolai had been planning to clean them both up, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. They could just take a shower after they woke up.
Nikolai rolled on his side, Angelo easily coming with him because the assassin still had a firm hold around his neck, his heartbeat thumping. They were pressed chest to chest, Angelo’s fast-paced breathing loud in the otherwise quiet room.
The sun was already fully up by the time Angelo completely calmed down, the assassin falling deeper into sleep. Nikolai had fallen asleep as well, as he listened to Angelo’s heartbeat, feeling him occasionally tremble and spasm around him.
Caspian woke up with the sun, he had tired his mate out the night before. Asher carefully held him close even though he was completely knocked out, dark red hair wild.
He carefully, brushed Asher’s hair out of his face, a worried expression on his face as he watched his Alpha sleep. Asher looked completely exhausted.
Caspian knew that Asher was harder on himself than anyone else but he could also tell that his mate didn’t want to tell him what was bothering him, which translated to it involving him.
He had a feeling it had something to do with his induced heat, Asher didn’t often bring it up, hiding all of the bloody and dangerous parts from him.