Nikolai had never kissed anyone, he didn’t kiss the women he hooked up with, he had never even so much as considered it. He didn’t see the fun in it, kissing came with emotions, and he couldn’t have less for his past trysts.
Kissing Angelo didn’t put him off, it came naturally, the taste of cherries blooming. It woke a hunger he didn’t even know he had, sharp teeth biting down on Angelo’s bottom lip hard enough to bruise.
Angelo was plaint under the unexpected kiss, he was still a little out of it but not enough not to notice the telltale lack of nausea. Nikolai kissing him didn’t nauseate him but his positive reactions to the Alpha’s touch no longer surprised him.
He gasped when Nikolai bit down on his lip, his eyes flipping open but not because it hurt. He had thought that the aphrodisiac Nikolai had given him was what a heat would feel like but it was nothing like that.
It felt like there was a blender in his stomach, the heat was brain melting and the sheets brushing against his skin was unbearable. So it was a surprise to not feel more pain from the bite— one that would have been negligible.
Angelo never put much though into kisses before. His only experiences were sickening but kisses weren’t supposed to feel good.
His eyes were open but it felt like he was being pulled under, seeing nothing but the dark hunger in Nikolai’s eyes.
Angelo wrenched away when it felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest, panting, his hair partially obscuring his face.
It kept him from seeing the intently focused look on Nikolai’s face. Now that the Mafia King had gotten a taste, he was greedy. He wanted more, he wanted to take Angelo’s last breath.
Mafia King Nikolai had made his choice by initiating the kiss and despite himself, Angelo was looking forward to it.
He was starved of pleasure, pain was the only thing he was familiar with. It was why he hadn’t been the least bit upset by the aphrodisiac, that had been his first proper orgasm.
Nikolai leaned back slightly, consciously snapping himself out of his thoughts. Telling Silvia that he would hurt Angelo had been his habits speaking.
He would never be able to get the empty look in Angelo’s eyes the last time the assassin picked him. It was haunting.
He hadn’t felt himself ripping, nor did he feel the pain from having his oxygen cut off. It was like he was in a coma with his eyes open.
Putting Angelo in that head space was the very last thing he wanted so he reminded himself to exert self-control. He held the Omega’s face which was still turned to the side as he tried to catch his breath and turned it to face him.
Angelo’s face was flushed, his hair wild. Those round lips that had tempted him constantly were puffy and bruised... keeping himself in check was going to take quite the effort.
Angelo stared up at Nikolai with wide unblinking eyes, unable to read the dark look in those cold blue eyes. He lifted a hand to cover the lower half of his face, "You don’t have to do that..."
Nikolai snorted and caught his wrist to pull it away from his face— if he only knew, just how much effort it was taking not to kiss his lips bloody.
Unable to resist, he leaned in to lick those round lips, helping Angelo lay on his stomach. His gaze greedy as he swept his eyes down the smooth lines of his back.
Angelo instinctively bent his knees, his back arching. His hole had been throbbing ever since his heat began, it was sore and uncomfortable but after the kiss it worsened... and he could feel the wetness spilling out.
He tucked in his knees tighter, curling around himself instinctively, it snapped Nikolai out of the eye-fucking he had gotten sucked into.
He bent so he was eye to eye with Angelo, propping a pillow underneath the Omega’s head. Angelo blinked limpidly at him, looking confused.
"Do I need to..." Angelo started to ask. Nikolai had been the one to put him in this position but he couldn’t help but ask if the Mafia King wanted him to do all the work.
"Tongue out," Nikolai cut him off.
Angelo obeyed before processing what was asked of him. His pale green eyes went wide when Nikolai pushed down on his tongue with two fingers.
He didn’t gag even when Nikolai pushed his soft red tongue back into the warmth of his mouth as well as the entirety of his fingers, waiting expectantly.
It wasn’t uncomfortable, the pressure on his tongue was almost comforting, grateful that Nikolai was accommodating enough to open him up first.
Nikolai hesitated slightly at Angelo’s lack of a gag reflex, jaw tensing in anger. He pulled out his fingers and methodically placed a pillow underneath Angelo to provide him more comfort.
There was no need for extra lubricant, especially not something as inadequate as spit but he had wanted to see his fingers in Angelo’s mouth anyway and he had given in to the craving.
He left the assassin’s side, a possessive hand around his thin waist as he leaned forward to cover his body with his, his other hand kept a gentle hold of his neck.
Nikolai glance down at the expanse of unmarked, flushed skin right in front of him and instead of biting down like he really wanted to, he pressed a chaste kiss to the nape of Angelo’s neck and then straightened up, letting go of his neck.
He could feel the Omega trembling beneath him, there was no reason to drag this out any further.
Nikolai’s skin burned but he didn’t take off his dress shirt, it would be unavoidable later on however, because Angelo raised his temperature simply by laying down, doing nothing.
But he planned to put it off as long as he could, his hands bracketed Angelo’s waist, tightly enough to leave behind marks. They trailed downwards, leaving fingerprints on his ass.