Angelo didn't get the chance to catch his breath, arching deeply when Nikolai fucked into him, his hands finding solace in his tresses that the Mafia King was so obsessed with.
He had already been kissed and sucked open, so it didn't hurt, but Nikolai hitting his prostate on the first thrust felt like the pleasurable version of being shot. The marble top was too smooth, it lacked friction, so there was no point scrambling for purchase when he easily slid up and down with each thrust.
It was why he settled on his hair, his thin fingers clenching around fistfuls of soft black hair, barely feeling himself tugging on it.
Nikolai's grip on his waist was punishing, bruises already forming. Angelo was already hypersensitive, so it didn't take long for him to be fucked over the edge, Nikolai cruelly rubbing him through it.
He reached down to catch Nikolai's wrist, not caring about the cum getting on his hands. "T-Too much," He gasped out, voice trembling.
