CHAPTER 607: -CHAPTER 607-

Angelo looked into those dark blue eyes, a hint of wariness in his. Nikolai already knew his spice tolerance, so he didn’t indulge his almost teenage-like teasing, slipping past him to get started on dinner.

He barely ate before meeting Nikolai so it didn’t matter to him if they ate noodles for a week straight, he just wasn’t pleased it had to be spicy.

Nikolai helped him get out the pots and pans, pulling out an apron from thin air right as he got to washing the veggies.

Angelo was surprised by the piece of fabric, he didn’t think the penthouse would have something this homely. He turned around so that the Alpha could put it on over his robe, turning back to face the sink as Nikolai’s deft fingers tied the knot behind his back.

He had worn an apron because they were hung up in plain sight the last time he had cooked noodles... that was just last night. He snuck a glance at Nikolai as he got started on chopping - the Mafia King didn’t really plan for them to eat only noodles for dinner, did he?

Angelo soon paid no mind to the apron, focusing on cooking instead. Nikolai was right next to him, ready to help whenever, but he notably remained on the fringes, unlike the last two times that he had been so eager to help.

Angelo found his eyes drifting over to Nikolai far too many times as he cooked. The Alpha was a few feet away, leaning against a marble countertop with his robe lapels untied.

Despite the unnatural distance, the Mafia King’s dark eyes were focused on him, watching his every moment a little too intently.

He had never been unsettled by Nikolai, not even when he was simply an assassin to the other, an assassin who tried to kill him. And now... he still wasn’t unsettled, Nikolai’s cold gaze burned, it made him jumpy but it was more out of anticipation.

The savory aroma of the cooking noodles soon filled the bare spaces in the kitchen, the steam infusing life into the empty space. Angelo cooked enough as usual, he would only be eating little but Nikolai would certainly eat more.

He tucked his hair behind an ear as he bent over slightly to peer into the pot. The steam gave his face a slight flush... dinner was almost ready.

As soon as it was all done, he turned off the stove, realizing then that he had forgotten to ask Nikolai to set up bowls, too preoccupied by cooking to remember.

He turned to make the request now, his hands already going behind him to take the apron off. The sleeves of his robes were long, he was starting to get a little warm.

He didn’t manage it before Nikolai pulled him right into his arms, way from the steaming pot and cooling stove.

"What’s-" Angelo looked up in surprise. There hadn’t been any warning to Nikolai’s actions, the Alpha had moved a little too fast.

The look in Nikolai’s eyes stole his breath away, and with that went the rest of his words. He had been about to ask what was wrong, but it was easy to see what Nikolai wanted, dark blue eyes expressive.

Angelo wasn’t against it, but he hadn’t forgotten dinner, he looked over a shoulder at the stove, his palms up against Nikolai’s shoulders. "We still have to eat dinner..."

Nikolai didn’t seem to hear him, he gently turned Angelo’s face so that the assassin was back to looking at him, dipping his head.

Angelo still had protests, but he didn’t voice them, lifting his head to meet Nikolai halfway. The kiss started deceitfully gentle, and soon he was leaning heavily against Nikolai, gasping for breath, his knees weak - all thought of noodles long forgotten.

The Alpha’s kisses were devastating, they had him floundering in the shallow end of a pool - they were just kisses, kisses shouldn’t feel too much in this way. The complete lack of abhorrence on his part was something he had quickly gotten over, but his reaction to Nikolai kissing him was something he was still yet to get used to.

Nikolai had a hand his his hair, his head dipping even lower to kiss marks into his neck, sharp teeth grazing the tender skin. The Alpha didn’t stay away from his lips for long, biting gently down on his bottom lip, and lingering long enough to give the air that he was about to break skin and rip his lips clean off his face.

Angelo shivered, even warmer now. At first, Nikolai’s embrace had been comfortingly cool, but now he was too hot for that to suffice, searing warmth on his covered skin.

His hands drifted again, going behind him to take off the apron. Now he planned to take off his robe as well, he felt like he would dissolve into a puddle if the clothes remained on him for much longer.

That caused Nikolai to break off the kiss, his hands catching the assassin’s wrists, pinning them to the small of his back to stop him.

Angelo’s eyes were blown wide, slanted eyes looking up at Nikolai in confusion. He parted his swollen lips, which still tingled from the stimulation they had just gotten, wanting to ask a question but unable to articulate it.

Despite his confusion, he let Nikolai put his wrists together to hold them captive with a single hand, his free hand coming around to undo the belt that held his robes close.

It quickly fell open, spilling down his red dusted shoulders. His bound arms and the apron the only things keeping the robes on his body.

"Keep it on," Nikolai’s low voice vibrated against the shell of his ear.

Angelo wasn’t quite sure what the other was talking about, arms flexing as he tested his restraints. He was cooler now, so he no longer cared about his state of dress or undress, more interested in touching Nikolai.

The Alpha’s scars were so familiar, he wanted to brand them in his memories so even if his eyes were gouged out, he would easily recognize Nikolai simply by touch.

Even without speaking, Nikolai seemed to know exactly what he wanted, letting go of his wrists. The Mafia King was never gentle with his restraints. In the short time he held Angelo’s wrists, they were already bruised red, the sensation lingering long after.

He shrugged his robes off and slipped his hands inside Nikolai’s parted robes, pressing in close, his hands wandering, mapping the crisscross of vicious scars littered on his skin.

Nikolai let him do as he wished, gentle fingers carding through his hair, a stark contrast from how cruelly the Alpha had held his wrists earlier. The Alpha’s self-restraint lasted until Angelo’s hands trailed lower, skirting the band of the loose pants he had on.

His hands paused in the assassin’s hair, an expectant light cutting through the darkness in his eyes as he waited to see what Angelo would do. The assassin slipping out of his hands to drop to the polished floor made the light disappear.

He swiftly dropped down to his knees as well, catching Angelo’s hands, which were about to tug down the waistband of his pants.

Angelo frowned now, some of the muddiness in his eyes dissipating. "What’s wrong? Don’t you want me to suck you off?" He asked with genuine confusion.

Nikolai had to close his eyes briefly, barely kneeling upright as the image of Angelo’s round lips wrapped around his dick barrelled through him. "Not that, you’re shit at it." His words were mean, but his tone and expression were so soft.

Nikolai wasn’t making things up, but it wasn’t that Angelo was bad, it was that the assassin didn’t know how. Nikolai could live without ever getting a blowjob if it meant that he got to keep Angelo in the present with him.

Angelo pouted, an expression Nikolai had never seen before. "How will I get better if you don’t let me?" He wriggled his hands, making no real effort to break free from Nikolai.

Nikolai was no longer listening, eyes almost black as he lost himself in Angelo’s expression. It meant that Angelo easily broke free of his hold, reaching for his waistband one more time.

Angelo usually didn’t care for sex but he wanted to suck Nikolai off. It was more than reciprocating, the last time he had barely registered the sensations, free falling into the abyss.

Nikolai caught his hands again, distracted but not enough to not notice the assassin’s reaching hands.

He pulled them off the kitchen floor and pinned him against the kitchen island, kissing away his protests.

Angelo’s hands were pinned against the marble countertop above his head, kissed to breathlessness and then more. He struggled under the Alpha’s strength, feeling like he was drowning in his sweet, cold scent.

Nikolai didn’t break off the kiss until he was well and ready, leaving Angelo’s lips glistening, body weak.

Angelo slowly opened heavy-lidded eyes, unbashed want in the dark depths. Despite finding out that if Nikolai really wanted him pinned down, he would have a difficult time breaking free, he was unfazed.

His parted lips gulped in air, long legs hooked around Nikolai’s waist.