Nikolai moved his kisses to Angelo's parted lips, staring obsessively down at the Omega. "Did that hurt?"
Angelo eased his grip on Nikolai's hair, his hands falling away bonelessly. "Was it supposed to?" He asked softly, his expression dazed.
Nikolai's jaw clenched, he wanted to go back and mark the assassin for the first time again, even though it had only just happened. He moved them so they were no longer hanging over the edge of the bed, shrugging off his coat- he had been so impatient.
He took his dress shirt off next, giving Angelo time to recover from being marked. The assassin laid underneath him, still fully dressed, his hair splayed out, his eyes half-closed. Angelo's tongue darted out to lick over his lips, and Nikolai was struck with the image of being bitten.
Angelo had handled it well because the mere thought had pleasure stabbing him in the spine...
"Take my clothes off," Angelo's quiet voice broke into his self-sabotaging thoughts.
