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.
