Alexei didn’t care what sort of space Jamie and Liam put them up in once they got to Monaco. He had no plans to leave whatever bedroom they got, and if Alexei had his way, they wouldn’t even leave the bed.
They entered the bedroom, finding the furniture still where they’d left it—out of the sightlines from the windows. Alexei didn’t think they had any more threats to worry about, not after the ones they’d dealt with. He’d have worried a little bit more, but then his gaze caught on the full-length mirror hanging from the wall between the entrance to the walk-in closet and the dresser.
He pulled a laughing, unresisting Sean over to it and maneuvered his husband in front of him. Alexei rested his hands on Sean’s shoulders, meeting his brown-eyed gaze in the mirror. The faint flush on Sean’s face was less from exertion and more from desire. The suit he wore was in better condition than Alexei’s, but Alexei was of the opinion he looked better naked.
He reached around to tug on Sean’s tie. “Off.”
Sean arched an eyebrow as he lifted his hands to do as Alexei asked. When it was undone and off his neck, Alexei took the tie and threw it across the room, not caring where it landed. Alexei helped Sean remove his suit jacket before grabbing him by the hips and pulling him backward until they stood flush together. Alexei slid one hand around to palm the bulge of Sean’s interested cock and gave it a good squeeze. Sean’s sharply indrawn breath brought a smile to Alexei’s face.
“Are you going to just stand there and watch?” Sean asked, licking his lips as he started to undo his shirt.
“Have problem?”
“Only if you take your time.”
Alexei bent his head to press a warm kiss against the side of Sean’s neck. “Said vows. Give you name. Promised to love you, not obey.”
“Can’t believe I agreed to delete that line.”
Alexei chuckled. The soft sigh Sean let out tapered off into a groan as Alexei pressed down hard against his cock. Sean forgot about undoing his shirt in favor of holding on to Alexei’s wrist and grinding into his touch. Alexei chuckled, rocking against him a few times before he pulled his hand away.
“Undress,” he said as he turned away to retrieve the bottle of lube from the bed.
“What about you?” Sean asked.
Alexei glanced down at the suit he wore. He’d taken off the bulletproof vest back in Liam’s room. There might’ve been some bloodstains on the black fabric, but they were impossible to see. Alexei hated suits, but the thought of fucking Sean in front of the mirror while wearing it was an idea he didn’t mind.
Wearing suits for work was one thing. Wearing one to fuck his husband might make him like the outfit more.
“Keep mine on.”
Sean’s swallow was audible, and Alexei smirked.
Alexei grabbed the lube and turned around, nearly swallowing his tongue at the sight before him. Sean had efficiently stripped out of his clothes and shoes, the items thrown to the side much how the tie and suit jacket had been. He stood in front of the wide mirror, both hands pressed against the glass, spine curved, and legs spread wide enough Alexei could almost glimpse the shadow of his hole. His cock hung between his legs, twitching a little as he shifted on his feet.
Sean didn’t look at Alexei over his shoulder, but in the mirror, staring straight into the glass to meet his gaze with a sureness that hadn’t been there last year. They’d come a long way from being unable to look at each other, and Alexei was infinitely grateful for the way Sean had stayed with him, even when it hurt.
Alexei walked back over to his husband, unable to help himself from running his hand down Sean’s back to his ass, dipping his fingers into the cleft. Sean arched into the touch, hands sliding over the glass a little. Alexei rubbed his fingertips over Sean’s dry hole, staring at him in the mirror.
“Think I get you wet first,da?”
Alexei sank to his knees, enjoying the way Sean shivered at his words. Alexei dropped the bottle of lube on the floor before gripping Sean’s ass with both hands and spreading him open. He opened his mouth and pressed in close, licking over that twitching hole again and again to get it wet. Alexei liked the soft whimpers that fell from Sean’s mouth, but he liked the way he moaned even more when Alexei pushed his tongue inside.
Alexei sucked at the furled rim, working to stretch Sean open a little using just his mouth. He tightened his grip when Sean tried to move—away or closer, it didn’t matter. Alexei hadplans, and those plans included keeping Sean right where he wanted.
In his hands, beneath his mouth, and eventually, on his cock.
“Lyosha,” Sean groaned, reaching around to tangle a hand in Alexei’s hair and hold him there.
Alexei didn’t mind, letting Sean hold onto him as he licked him open until he was wet and messy. Alexei finally pulled back, chin spit-slick, and blew softly over Sean’s ass just to see his hole clench. The fingers in his hair tightened to the point his scalp tingled, and Alexei reached up to disentangle Sean’s grip.
“Hands on mirror,” Alexei said.
Sean let out a sigh before straightening up to press both hands against the mirror again. Alexei picked up the bottle of lube and got to his feet, uncapping it as he went. Alexei poured the slick over his fingers, but instead of fingering Sean, he wrapped an arm around his waist to stroke his cock.
Sean let his head fall back against Alexei’s shoulder, mouth dropping open on a moan as he rocked into Alexei’s touch. Alexei widened his stance so he could grind his clothed cock against Sean’s ass, letting him feel what he couldn’t have yet.
Alexei tore his eyes away from watching Sean’s cock disappear and reappear within the circle of his fingers in the mirror to meet Sean’s gaze. They stared at each other as Alexei stroked him to full hardness, loving the sounds he made whenever Alexei pinched the tip of his cock or tugged on his balls.
