Angelo's black hair was splayed out on the marble countertop, the white and gold marble reflecting the lights overhead.
In an apron and pajama bottoms, the smooth surface felt cold against his back. His legs were still hooked around Nikolai's waist, their bodies pressed closely to each other.
Angelo was sure that the apron got in Nikolai's way, but the Mafia King stubbornly left it on, stepping back to pull off his bottoms in a single move.
His eyes were cloudy as he looked up at Nikolai taking him in. The Alpha's eyes were impossibly dark, a predatory focus in his eyes as he intently looked over every of him.
Angelo was laying down properly on the kitchen countertop now, one of his legs bent at the knees while the other hung free. "Are you going to just look?" He prompted, dissatisfied with the distance.
