Begging was one of his favourite things, particularly when he was the one getting to hear it.  Pretty words from pretty lips were always welcomed.  They sounded sincere, and the tug on his hair as Alex was filled to the brim with deeper desire caused him to moan again.  Sooner or later Alex would find out that the assassin was a masochist.  The hair pulling, nails down his back, overzealous nibbles, Andreas loved it all.  For now, however, he didn’t think Alex was ready to explore that much.  They would have plenty of time later.<br/><br/>“Please?” he asked, lowering Alex’s lower half back down onto the bed.  He found his way between those long legs properly, stopping to draw his tongue along the man’s length.  It was a bit of play, but also a distraction as he reached for the bottle he’d dropped onto the bed earlier.  He popped the cap and snuck some onto his fingers, then slipped them between Alex’s firm cheeks to wriggle one inside.  He didn’t wait long to add the second, watching the beautiful blond’s reaction, searching for any signs of lingering pain.  “I need you to be ready,” he said, laying open mouth kisses across Alex’s taut stomach.  “I don’t want it to hurt.”