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"This doesn't change anything," Alex insisted as he let Yassen push him against the wall, already fumbling with Yassen's belt.
Yassen sounded almost amused. "As you say."
Alex shivered as Yassen leaned in to trail kisses down his throat, instinctively lifting his chin to bare himself to Yassen's hot mouth and momentarily finding himself distracted.
They were on another rooftop, the light of the setting sun reflecting off Yassen's hair so that it looked more vividly red than ever. It should have been chilly, this high up, but with the way Yassen kept sucking at his throat, Alex was feeling anything but cold.
Yassen pressed even closer, sliding one thigh between Alex's leg and making Alex moan as he realised how hard Yassen was already. His own trousers had become rather tight as well, the slow grinding of Yassen's thigh as he rubbed against Alex feeling entirely too good.
Alex moaned, then reached up to grab the back of Yassen's hair, soft bristles pressing against his fingers. He pulled Yassen’s face away from his neck, then went up on his toes to kiss him.
Kissing Yassen never ceased to be exciting. The soft lips pressing against his, the faint hint of stubble. Yassen made a pleased sound, then deepened the kiss, pinning Alex against the brick wall behind him. His hands came up to frame Alex's face, tilting his mouth up for Yassen to explore.
By the time he pulled away, Alex was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed and his lips tingling. As he met Yassen's eyes, it was clear the Russian was far from unaffected too. Desire was there in his eyes, pupils dilated so much that there was only a sliver of blue left. His lips were red and shiny, and as Alex watched, his tongue flicked over them as he looked down at Alex, as if wondering how to devour him next.
Alex only now recalled his earlier mission, and went back to unbuckling Yassen's belt. Yassen must have been thinking along the same line, because he was doing the same to Alex. The button and fly took a moment, but then Alex felt Yassen's hard cock pressing against his fingers through the thin fabric of his pants. He groaned as at the same moment, Yassen's hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers and wrapped around his own cock, giving it a tight stroke.
"Fuck," he gasped, then pushed Yassen's pants down.
Yassen's cock was hot against his fingers as he began wanking it in time with how Yassen was stroking him. Alex bucked his hips up into Yassen's hand, moaning again as a calloused thumb came up to rub at the head of his cock. He felt hot all over, boxed in by Yassen against the wall of the small penthouse, the Russian's fingers skilfully getting him off.
He let out a frustrated groan when Yassen let go just as he was getting close, only for Yassen to free his cock and then take hold of his thighs. Alex gasped as he found himself lifted up and instinctively wrapped his legs around Yassen's middle as the man pressed him against the brick wall.
Like this, Alex found his mouth close to Yassen's, for once at about the same height. He leaned forward and kissed him again, groaning into Yassen's mouth when Yassen's hips bucked forward and he felt Yassen's cock rubbing against his.
Yassen groaned against him, breaking away to curse softly in Russian, and then he was pressing Alex even more firmly against the wall with his hips, as one hand wrapped around both their cocks.
It was even better than when Yassen had wanked him earlier. The tight fingers stroking him were the same, but now there was the soft skin of Yassen's hot cock sliding against his, the undeniable proof that Yassen was just as aroused as Alex was to be doing this here on the rooftop. There was barely any space between them at this stage, even less when Yassen leaned forward again to claim his mouth, swallowing Alex's moans.
Between kissing Yassen and the hand wanking them both, it didn't take long for Alex to get close. He kissed Yassen back even more hungrily, sucking on the Russian's bottom lip and feeling proud at the sound that seemed to tear from Yassen's throat.
Yassen was stroking faster now, his hips thrusting against Alex in short, aborted movements, as if he wanted to press even closer.
Alex moaned, then bit down on Yassen's lip as he came. There was a hiss of pain from Yassen and the taste of copper as Yassen deepened the kiss. Yassen thrust once, twice, and then Alex felt the pulsing of Yassen’s cock against his own as Yassen came as well, mixing his release with Alex's.
They broke away, looking at each other as they caught their breath. Yassen's eyes were still dark, a small bead of blood on his lip where Alex had bitten him. Alex knew he must look quite debauched himself too, but couldn’t bring himself to care.
After a long moment, Yassen stepped back from the wall, letting go of Alex's leg and allowing him to slide to the ground. Reluctantly, Alex unhooked his legs from around Yassen's hips. He leaned back against the rough bricks, his legs still not feeling up for supporting his own weight right now.
Yassen pulled a handkerchief from somewhere, using it to wipe his cock and palm before handing it to Alex. By the time Alex finished, Yassen had already put himself back together. He shook his head when Alex offered the handkerchief back.
"Keep it," he said, amusement in his eyes. "If you insist on not forgetting me. Perhaps later, when you are alone, you will think of me."
Alex curled his fingers around the soft fabric, heat burning on his cheeks. He ought to throw the handkerchief away, but he knew he wasn't going to do that. Based on the glint in Yassen's eyes, the Russian knew it as well.
"This doesn't change anything," he said again. "You're still my enemy."
It was a familiar phrase by now. This was not the first rooftop they had found themselves on after the time Yassen had killed Sayle and saved his life, and Alex doubted it would be the last.
Yassen shrugged. "It’s your choice."
With that, Yassen looked him over one more time, eyes lingering on Alex's lips for a moment. A hint of a smile flickered across his face, and then he was walking off towards the helicopter that had been waiting on the other side of the rooftop.
Alex stepped forward from the wall as Yassen climbed in and started the motor, the blades beginning to turn. As the helicopter rose up into the air, Yassen looked back at Alex and raised a hand in farewell. Alex returned the gesture.
And then, with a flick of the controls, Yassen turned the helicopter around and took off into the sunset.