Alex was a hot little thing, a mixture between sweet virgin and sultry whore.  The pretty sounds he made, soaked with pleasure, were like little electric drips along Andreas’ spine.  But the thing that really got to the assassin was when he pushed too far and Alex came undone under him.  The soft panting turned to full, round cries of pleasure, and the passiveness of Alex’s body was undermined by the demanding force of his orgasm.  His face, too, was magnificent, flushed pink and mouth open.<br/><br/><i>Fuck…</i><br/><br/>Andreas could feel his own body react, as if the other man was dragging him along forcibly into that deep well of pleasure.  And really he was, if only by the way his tight ass clenched in that explosion of hard, rhythmic spasms.  It made him feel a little less in control, which wasn’t always a bad thing, but he was supposed to be the older man, the more experienced lover.  He wanted to tease Alex about how quick he was to please, lick him clean, get him hard, and fuck him all over again.  Maybe he could’ve, if only he’d had the strength of will to stop moving.  Instead, he caught a glimpse of that end and reached for it, his own orgasm catching at the tail end of Alex’s.<br/><br/>The fingers already tangled in that long, silky hair tightened more.  Andreas didn’t even have the presence of mind to worry about any bruising on the man’s thigh as his grip there also became more demanding.  His own vocals weren’t as loud, but they were just as uninhibited as Alex’s, just breathier and around a softly uttered curse or two.  Steady thrusts devolved into desperate grinding as he came deep within his stolen lover.<br/><br/>Heavy breaths, a low groan, and the sweet thrum of fading pleasure.  It was perfect.  Even the ache in his fingers, which had grown slack while holding their general position.  He smoothed his thumb across soft blond strands as he caught his breath.  It had been quick and oh so very vanilla, but still definitely worth the wait.