His only Cure

Without giving him more time to prepare, Anton squeezed his buttocks and began to impale him on his member at a fast pace.

Noah, with tears in his eyes and eyes wide open, moaned, not knowing whether to stop him or tell him to move faster.

Anton's cock was pushing between his partner's wet walls. Riding him so fast, he felt the pleasure flowing in.

However, he didn't want to end it yet. He didn't want to leave this wonderfully warm and pulsating place, belonging to the divinely moaning Noah.

He wanted to give him more pleasure. He wanted him to feel unsatisfied.

Usually, when he made love to him, he needed a few hours to satisfy his lust. And he knew well that Noah needed it too.

His appetite increased with the number of orgasms. Of course, he was exhausted by this, but his body wanted more and he never wanted to admit it.

Grabbing Noah by the waist, he put him on all fours and started pumping him again, growling with satisfaction. He thrust into him faster and faster, feeling him comming.

Noah's core tightened around his cock, which couldn't hold back the pleasure any longer and began to flood him with cum. Noah moaned loudly, shaking with the orgasm.

Anton lay down on the bed and hugged Noah to himself, still connected to him. Kissing him gently on the neck, he massaged his stomach and chest.

He wanted to remember this moment for as long as possible, knowing that they wouldn't see each other again anytime soon.

Time was passing inexorably quickly and Noah had to get ready.

Despite his objections, Anton took him to the shower and, helping him with his hands, got rid of the sperm in his firm butt and allowed him to come again.

After the previous crazy night with Anton, after the shooting and now after this, Noah had had enough.

His body wanted nothing more than rest. He could take a short nap on the plane, but then he had to take his boss and Sophie to their apartments, return to his own and be back on his feet by 4 in the morning.

After a 'free' weekend, there was a lot to catch up on. In addition to the last deal that Darell managed to close when his mother arrived, there was now also the cooperation with Ruslanov.

Driving to the airport in the car with Anton, Noah looked tiredly at the moving landscape. Their hands had been connected since the moment they got into the car. Anton rubbed his thumb pleasantly across his partner's hand, a smile on his face. 

"I'm glad we'll see each other again soon. I can't wait, actually," Anton said aloud, approaching the airport parking lot. Noah looked at him with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. 

"You can't wait, but do you know what that means to me? Because of you, I'll die from overwork. I'll wither, collapse, and crumble into dust," He grumbled charmingly.

Anton stopped the car, resting his hands on the man's seat, very close to his face.

Noah swallowed hard, feeling himself starting to blush under the influence of his handsome face.

"Sweetheart. The only way you can die is from the pleasure I will give you. I advise you to prepare. When my position at your company is prepared, I will not let you breathe without pleasure" He announced, licking his lips hungrily.

"You're truly a beast" Noah snorted, trying not to stutter.

He felt his insides heating up. If he didn't stop this soon, he would have to wait longer in the car, thus giving the smirking beast satisfaction.

With a quick movement, he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, inhaling a strong breath of fresh air, trying to calm down.

Anton slowly walked up to him and, wrapping his arms around his waist, pulled him closer. He leaned against the car and, ignoring his beloved's protests, waited for the rest.

A few minutes later they joined them and together they went inside. After a quick goodbye and a few quick kisses, the three boarded the plane and the Ruslanovs went back to their daily business with serious faces.

The hardest task for Anton will be to 'borrow' Zick from the obsessed Don.

Unfortunately, this will take more than a few hours or days. Knowing that Vasili is alive, they had to find out everything they could about what had happened to him during this time.

Suspecting that Don wouldn't agree to send him to them, Anton would have to gather a team and invite himself to Don's place until they could work out a plan on what to do next.

However, after their last conversation, he decided to wait about two days before calling him again. It was highly possible that the man, seeing another call from him in such a short time, wouldn't even pick it up.

So for the next few days, Anton and his men tried to find out something on their own.

In his free time, he wrote with the equally busy Noah. Their short texts were like those of two teenagers in love. Reading over today's exchange with his beloved for the umpteenth time, Anton gathered his courage and, in good spirits, called Don. 

There was a signal but no one answered. Anton took another deep breath and tried again. 

"What?" Don's dissatisfied voice rang through the receiver. 

"I need your help." 

"What's going on?" Don's voice visibly softened. 

There's a chance. Anton thought. 

"I need Zick. Borrow..."

click

Anton closed his eyes, trying not to curse out loud. He waited a few minutes and called again. 

"NO"

click

Before he could say anything, Don gave him his brief opinion and hung up again. 

"Damn him!" He growled angrily. But he wasn't going to give up. He needed Zick. Another call. 

"Don"

"NO"

click

"Fuck!" Another call. 

"Don!"

"NO!" 

click 

Another call.

"Don, stop doing that or so help me god, I'll kill you!" He growled, furious at the childish game with the mafia boss.

"Ha. Try me" Don snorted, equally furious. "And one more thing"

"What?"

"NO"

click

…

A second later, the phone shattered into pieces, hitting the wall. Everyone present looked at the furious boss in horror.

"Phone!" He ordered, holding out his hand. One of his subordinates quickly handed him the phone. He dialed Don's number once again.

"You need to work on your nerves. You've smashed another phone again, I assume" Don's voice held out a note of victory. Anton tried to calm down by taking a few deep breaths.

"Are you ready to hear what I have to say before you hang up?" He asked through his teeth.

"Possibly. You won't know until you try" He answered childishly.

"It's about Vasili. You know how dangerous he is. Knowing him, he'll find out everything about us and attack before we can prepare for him. I'll come to you with my men and together with Zick we'll try to come up with a plan. First of all, we have to find out what he was doing during the time we thought he was dead. It'll be bad if he gains an advantage over us" He said relatively quickly, fearing another end to the conversation.

There was silence on the phone for a moment. Don was clearly wondering what to do.

"You should have said right away that you wanted to come. Why these cat and mouse games?" The clearly bored voice pissed Anton off.

"You fucking.."

"Send a message when you get here. I'm busy"

click

Don again brazenly hung up, leaving Anton alone with his anger. Well. Not entirely alone, because there were still other terrified employees in the room.

Luckily for them, their boss put the phone on the desk and left, slamming the door hard.

The men looked at each other in relief and quickly got down to business. No one wanted to get on the boss's bad side when he was in such a state.

One would suspect that if the two men were standing in front of each other, they would start shooting and shout insults at each other.

Luckily, they were far enough away that nothing would come of it. At least not yet.

After blowing off steam, Anton went to his father to discuss his departure to the Don. Gregorej had to take care of their company by himself and at the same time watch out for potential enemies, of which there was no end.

However, there was no one as dangerous as Vasili. The rest were meager cockroaches, whom they dealt with without a problem.

"Settle everything in the company and gather a team. I can handle the rest. Find him and let's get rid of him once and for all. The lives of our loved ones are at stake. We can't make a mistake."

Gregorej patted his son on the shoulder, sending him back to work. He had to tie up everything to the last button before he left.

It took him another two days, giving the enemy more time to prepare. He and his men got into two large SUVs and headed for Don's location.

The man sent a quick text to Noah. 'I'll see you sooner than I thought. I hope you're ready for me'...