So, for that matter, was Angelo’s cock. It felt like it was burning a hole right through Yuri’s trousers. The pressure of Angelo’s body holding him down, too, was one of the best things Yuri had ever felt.
“I should fucking spank your fucking arse, Yuri,” Angelo growled after he’d pulled far enough away to regain the use of his lips. “You’re fucking up my life.”
Yuri wrapped his arms around Angelo tighter and breathed him in. No matter where they were, Angelo was the scent of home. “Spank me later. This is too nice.”
Angelo groaned into the side of Yuri’s neck before biting it. “Why do I want this so much? What did you do to me?”
“Too much exposure. I infected you with my gay. You did know it was contagious, right?”
“Fuck you.”
Yuri bucked his hips up to grind more solidly against Angelo’s cock. “You keep saying that and then not following through. That’s rude, you know. I could have my country’s attorneys sue your country for breach of promise. Do you really want an international incident on your hands?”
Angelo growled again, which had to be about the sexiest sound in the entire universe as far as Yuri was concerned, and went back to attacking Yuri’s mouth. Presumably to shut him up, which was fine and dandy as far as Yuri was concerned. It was easy to forget that Angelo wasn’t his boyfriend or lover or anything but an obligation he was determined to see through to the end. Angelo seemed far too into this for it to be a total sham, and besides, what the hell was he even doing here? He should’ve been in London, not attacking Yuri’s mouth in Oxford.
When Angelo pulled back, gasping for breath, Yuri took in his own lungful of air then said, “Not that I mind, but why are you here, Angel?”
There was more growling from Angelo and a sharp nipping bite on Yuri’s earlobe. “I tried to stay away, but you’re the only thing I can think of. It’s always you, there in the back of my mind, and I can usually drown you out but now I can’t and I think it’s ruining me.”
“I’m ruining you. Right. I’m not sure I should be flattered or insulted. I’ll go with flattered. It’s nice to be noticed by you for once.”
Angelo cupped Yuri’s face and looked into his eyes. “I always notice you. Always.”
Yuri made a face. “Uh huh. All those years, all I wanted was some of your attention, and when I got it, it was the best thing I’ve ever had, and when I didn’t have it, I hated you a little for taking it away. And how stupid am I to even encourage you in the smallest bit, but I am because it feels so good and I can’t help it. I know you’ll go back to all your women. It’s crazy to think you’d be able to fake attraction to me forever.”
“Fake?” Angelo rolled slightly to the side, somehow managing to not fall down onto the floor. He took Yuri’s hand and brought it down to the bulge in his trousers. “Does this feel fucking fake to you?”
What it felt like to Yuri was amazing. He wanted more time to be up close and personal with Angelo’s dick. Unable to help himself, he stroked Angelo through the fabric of his clothes. Angelo threw his head back and made a moan that was gratifying to Yuri’s ears.
“It feels perfect to me,” Yuri confessed. “It feels like everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Angelo rolled so he was back on top of Yuri, pinning him in place. “The only thing you’ve ever wanted is my cock?” He sounded dubious. “What about your degree? Or that pink suit you talked your dad into letting you wear to court at Christmas that one year? What about—”
Yuri turned the tables on Angelo and kissed him into silence. When he pulled back, he said, “All that other stuff is obtainable. That’s the difference.”
A crease formed between Angelo’s thick, dark brows. He looked like he didn’t approve of Yuri’s answer one bit, but he didn’t refute it, either. “Enough. I didn’t come all the way here just to argue with you, princess.”
“Then why did you come? Because that’s all you’ve done. I could be reading Kant right now.”
“You were sleeping under Kant when I came in,” Angelo pointed out.
“Details.” Yuri’s voice was light, but he could feel his pulse beat rapidly in his throat. The way Angelo stared at him—especially his mouth—was fraying him at the edges. He was a mouse to Angelo’s cat. It was only a moment before Angelo’s patience would snap and then it was Yuri who’d get eaten up. The thought made him shiver.
“I came here, you impossible thing, to fuck you.”
“Oh,” Yuri said because that was all he had breath for.
“Not that you’re making it easy on me,” Angelo complained.
Just to be contrary, Yuri said, “I don’t see why I should start now.”
That made Angelo smile and the smile made Yuri’s chest ache. “Good point, princess.”
“Um.” Yuri lost track of the conversation. He was lost in Angelo’s golden eyes.
Angelo cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yes?”
“Did you… uh…” Yuri, rarely at a loss for words, floundered. He had no idea how to say what he wanted without insulting the hell out of Angelo, which would be counter-productive to getting laid. At last. Thank god.
“Did I what?” Angelo’s voice was as warm and soothing as honey in tea.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Yuri blurted, then he felt a blush crawl over his face and spread down his body. He wasn’t used to being this reticent, but on the other hand,
