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Silvio Caruso was not an impulsive man. He constantly carried a great anxiety with him that prevented him from doing what he truly desired. 2 decades of being under his abusive mother’s roof made him cagey, untrusting, and severely paranoid.
But this time was different. He’d spent so many years in the dark, afraid of himself, what others would think if they knew, what his mother would do if she knew. The only person he’d dated was a girl, but that didn’t mean he didn’t find interest in men as well, and he’d never met a man who caught his attention so quickly. A man who captivated him endlessly, without even trying. He was sick of being under the control and fear of his dead mother. She wasn’t around to chastise him for his love anymore.
A supreme confidence filled his veins as his thoughts brewed in his mind, seeping into his heart and soul. He clenched his fists as he stepped forward, cheeks alight.
“You’re… a new face,” he said gruffly, posture straight as a rod, possessed by a man much more confident than he truly was inside.
Agent 47 froze.
Had his cover been blown? By the target himself? This was a new low. Sure, sometimes he’d have to deal with a witness every once in a while. But the target calling him out was something new, something he’d never experienced for a long, long while. At least not since he was a rookie. He thought he’d made himself look particularly convincing this time around, set up to be one of Silvio Caruso’s bodyguards. He was new to the team, so he expected a bit of wariness from his new boss, but Caruso catching on to him already was unforeseen. Did he look suspicious, somehow, as if he had made the wrong move? What had he done to warrant such a statement from his target?
He clenched his fists, his free hand sliding to his back to reach for the pistol stuffed into his belt. His mouth pressed into a thin line; no, it was a grimace. Disappointment.
“I don’t usually do this,” Silvio muttered, stepping closer, each foot of distance causing 47 to tense even further. “But, you…” The biologist glanced up, eyes shockingly innocent and shy for a man responsible for creating a bio-weapon capable of destroying the entire world. It was almost comical how sheepish the man was in comparison to how he sounded on paper. He couldn’t hurt 47 if he tried.
“You seem different.” He reached out and placed his palm atop 47’s chest, fingertips delicately pressing against that firm muscle. He blushed deeply, his tanned skin tinged with pops of rose, matching the garden’s variety of flowers. “I am… deeply, profoundly attracted to you.”
Oh. So, that was what the looks were about.
Normally, 47 could enter a room without anyone noticing. He could slip in and out of the shadows as if he were a dust particle. Even if he was noticed, he wouldn’t be for long, and he was a forgettable face. But the moment he walked into the mansion for this mission in particular, he felt Silvio’s eyes on him, like some kind of mastermind enforcer. As much as he tried to get Silvio’s gaze off by doing menial tasks such as surveilling, walking around aimlessly, and even deliberately leaving the room, nothing would change. Silvio would stare at him even if the world began to burn.
Now, he knew why.
47 straightened, his hand leaving his weapon hesitantly and returning to his sides as he looked Caruso in the eyes. It was safe for now, he figured. His target didn’t prove much of a risk at the moment. He didn’t want to eliminate his target now, so head-on, with so many people nearby. He had to wait for an opportunity. He hadn’t studied love or lust often, but he knew how to get the job done to fool his targets. It wasn’t difficult to charm and be charmed. If this were what he had to do, he would play along so long as it meant he could get Caruso alone.
For now, they were standing in the backyard, a few feet from the golf green, with gardeners and bodyguards scattered all over. Too many witnesses if anything truly happened. They were behind a bush, at least, concealed so that this light physical touch could happen without judgment, but they were seconds away from being found out if more than these whispers escaped their vicinity.
“Mr. Caruso,” 47 whispered, a deep warmth settling under his tone, his hand sliding up Silvio’s side naturally, as if he’d done so a thousand times before. He hummed in a low timbre as he felt Silvio shiver against him, and he knew he’d trapped Silvio just perfectly. He tightened his grip, his thumb massaging a tender spot on Silvio’s hip. “Not here.”
Silvio bloomed, tanned skin turning red in a matter of seconds. He couldn’t handle how 47 looked at him. A man so professional, strong, and aware, more so than the other useless bodyguards he’d ever had. He loved it. He wanted to know how his bodyguard would ruin him with those powerful hands. He could only hope he could gather his thoughts before he made a fool of himself. He nodded quickly, muttering under his breath, “Yes, y-yes, you’re right… It, it’s too public out here, isn’t it?”
Was he truly about to invite a bodyguard he’d never met before into his bedroom? Was he about to… to give himself to this man, this stranger? What possessed him to act this way?
Oh, God, surely, he wasn’t this horny and pent up that he was willing to sleep with a random man. He turned away and thought about something else, anything else, looking out at the ocean waves below. He couldn’t be acting so brash and reckless when he was so close to completing his virus research. He had more important things to do, didn’t he? He tried to focus on anything else, but all he ended up doing was frowning. He was kidding himself. At 34 years old, he was still a virgin, and he hoped to break his streak so badly he couldn’t think properly. He needed it, he was convinced.
He glanced back at his bodyguard.
“Come to my bedroom,” he choked out the words, struggling to fully get them out, his jaw clenching tightly out of pure, raw hunger.
Inwardly, 47 breathed a sigh of relief. There was his easy way out. That bedroom was going to give him the perfect golden opportunity. He nodded without a word, pulling away from Silvio, keenly aware of how Silvio chased after his touch. He stiffened once more, back to his typical bodyguard position, and followed behind Silvio closely, up the stairs and into the large bedroom. Here, he could enact his plan. He’d just have to wait for the door to close and Silvio’s back to be turned, and then 47 could eliminate his target.
But before the agent could take even a single step into the bedroom, Silvio turned around furiously, almost in a paranoid manner, eyes on fire. Silvio grabbed 47’s collar with a newfound vigor he’d never had before, and smashed their lips together in an extremely inexperienced, amateurish, messy kiss. It didn’t last long, and when he pulled away, he blushed even brighter as he saw his bodyguard’s busted lip.
Ah, shit. He didn’t mean to do that.
47 stood still as a rock, even as the hot affection seeped into his skin, invading his veins. It was clear his target wasn’t going to be predictable now, so he needed to wait for the moment until Silvio would be perfectly predictable: unconscious. He could do that in 2 ways: knock Silvio out the normal way with a punch or a choke, or play along with this naughty game and tire Silvio in a… different way. It wasn’t exactly out of the agent’s set of skills. He’d studied anatomy intimately when he was still getting the hang of his job. This would be no different.
He wiped off the blood on his lips with his thumb and licked it off, eyeing Silvio with a calculated sort of manner only an agent like him could produce, calloused hands gripping onto Silvio’s waist just the way he knew made his partners shiver in delight. He was meticulous as he led Silvio to the bed, lying the man down on the dreamy linen sheets. He stood over the bed, eyes cold as he reached out to strip his target of those clothes. First dropped the shoes, then the socks, then the belt, jacket. Then everything else came wilting off like petals of a flower, and 47 stood back to admire his work.
“Y-you…” Silvio uttered, teeth grinding together out of habit and nerves, feeling more than bare under 47’s glacial scrutiny. He didn’t want to feel like he was the only one naked. “I want to… see you.”
47 understood, and would have understood even if Silvio didn’t say a word. He was already reaching for his strap and belt, ensuring that his guns had their safety on before setting them on the nightstand. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his pale, muscular body, littered with scars and evidence of previous encounters. He was taller, larger, and stronger than Silvio, and that difference became even clearer when they were both naked. He waited for Silvio to look back up at him in the eyes before he crawled on top of the man, hands caging Silvio in. When he finally got Caruso’s nod of approval, he ran his hands down Silvio’s bare sides, thumbs tracing and trailing every curve, nook, and cranny he could reach. He followed the line of the external jugular vein, keenly aware of how it pumped beneath his touch.
“N-ngh,” Silvio whined despite himself, entranced by the sight of 47’s muscles, eyes growing teary and hazy as he tried to stay present. Never before had he been touched like this by another man. Sure, he’d fooled around by himself sometimes, especially after his mother’s death (as strange as it sounded, the freedom of being outside of Isabella’s grasp gave way for him to masturbate properly without thinking of her), but this was an entirely different case.
“There’s… lotion in the… the nightstand,” he managed to choke out, teeth clenched so tightly he thought they might explode.
47 had his fair share of experience with men, as he still had desires to fulfill like any other man, and he knew that penetration was going to be difficult for first-timers. He decided he wasn’t going to do anything of that sort unless Silvio truly desired it. But he figured Silvio didn’t, because it was a large commitment, more so than would be appropriate for such impulsive sex like this. It would have to happen another time… Not that there would be another time. Or so he tried to tell himself.
For now, he decided he’d simply massage Caruso, hands tender as they could be, mapping out Silvio’s body in his mind over and over again. His hands reached out to find the lotion bottle quickly, and he spread it on his palms to warm it before using it to rub Silvio’s inner thighs. Soon, he found Silvio’s erection and held it in his palms, his breath growing heavier as he heard his ward’s noises.
47, as cold and calculating as an ICA agent he was, wasn’t immune to pleasure. Sex was a vessel, indeed, another step to get to the final act, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy watching Silvio writhe. He liked it, and he wanted to see more. He was determined to make Silvio feel as good as possible, if not to hear more of those noises, but also to exhaust his target most efficiently.
Silvio couldn’t even pretend to complain, melting into every single one of 47’s touches like a candle to a flame. He whimpered and whined, though he tried to conceal his voice just in case anyone heard. The older man jerked him off quicker now, and he groaned, “T-this is… n-naughty… F-fuck!”
“Mr. Caruso… hush,” 47 whispered, uncharacteristically teasing, as his hands kneaded Silvio’s length, which earned him some nice whimpers in response. He worked at drawing out Silvio’s orgasm dutifully, not too quickly to overstimulate and slowly enough that he made Silvio feel on top of the clouds.
Silvio felt white, hot heat building up in his stomach, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He was embarrassed that, during his first time with a man, he couldn’t last longer, and that perhaps, he was a bit of a quick draw; he couldn’t help himself. It all felt too good, and before he even registered his shame, he climaxed right into 47’s warm palm, a yelp escaping him, “Coming!”
He breathed harshly, heavily as he rode down his high, and he whimpered when 47 continued to jerk him off even after his orgasm. He curled up against the other man’s chest, legs shaking as he begged, “N-no more, no more…”
47 had to admit, it was fun to push Silvio’s limits, rubbing the man’s sensitive, softening cock even after climax. He let it go when he heard that protest, and got out of bed (much to Silvio’s dismay). He walked toward the bathroom and came back quickly, having only left to grab a clean towel. With it, he wiped both himself and Silvio down, cleaning off any residue of Silvio’s spend. Once he’d finished cleaning, he gently tilted Silvio’s head down by the chin and quietly asked, “May I?”
Silvio’s breath hitched as he looked 47 in the eyes. He was still a bit hazy, but he felt strangely comfortable and trusting of his guard. He was okay with leaving his heart in 47’s hands, even though he didn’t know why.
“Please,” he whispered, and he closed his eyes to meet 47 for a sincere kiss. When they pulled away, he let out a deep sigh and relaxed back into the bed. He reached up, his shaky palm gripping onto 47’s forearm for support. He liked how firm the older man was and the way he felt as though nothing could touch him when 47 held him. He didn’t have to care about anything here, in the bliss after his orgasm, the aftercare that followed, and the sweet peace in his head. None of that terrible buzzing, anxiety, and constant thought. No virus, no Ether, no Francesca.
Only 47’s loving hands on him.
47 didn’t kill Caruso then. He wasn’t sure why. He helped Caruso get cleaned, and the day passed on just as it would for any other bodyguard in the Caruso estate. Diana would say he failed his mission for not completing it in that perfect moment. A part of him agreed. But he had more than a day to spare in Sapienza. He had more opportunities, especially now that he’d gained this sort of… relationship with his target. He’d take care of Francesca and the virus after he’d finished with Caruso. It wouldn’t be difficult, as he’d already be relatively known in the mansion. It wouldn't be hard to get easy access where he needed to be. He was sure to kill his target tonight. He promised himself that.
But when morning came and a new day dawned, it was clear 47 wouldn’t be having any alone time. He was assigned to stay by his ward’s side all day today, and it began by the pool in the garden.
Silvio wasn’t aware of what most people did to attract their suitors, but he’d had his fair share of yearning from afar. He craved his bodyguard’s eyes on him again, constantly if possible. Forever, if only.
So, he decided he’d take a dip in the pool today. He didn’t like to swim, usually, because the water made him feel slightly helpless. He didn’t like going bare in front of anyone; nevertheless, all of his staff. That was why he made sure to order some of the staff to leave first (some necessary watchmen remained, but only by the entrances and exits), so that he could have a moment with 47.
See, he’d spent almost an hour trying to pick out what to wear to the pool. Eventually, he arrived in a colorful pair of blue trunks and a cream-colored polo shirt. He checked to make sure his bodyguard was watching, and he took care to pull off his polo deliberately, allowing every inch revealed of his body to tease the next.
Of course, Agent 47 didn’t need any words to understand what his target was doing. To be truthful, it was an attractive display. He was a man who enjoyed being seduced. A traditional man, he supposed. His steely eyes followed Caruso as the man languidly dipped into the pool and swam a lap or two. He watched the young man pause by the edge to wipe away some water from his eyes, keenly aware of how Caruso came out of the water, dripping wet, sunlight shining on the man like a spotlight.
Silvio himself was turning red under the sun, and not for lack of sunscreen. Actually, he’d lathered himself silly. He got worried about the sun often, it was why he wore sunglasses all the time. No, he was red because he was blushing again. It was foolish, because he’d never truly blushed before as he had done in the past day. He’d never felt so warm in his life, at least not for these reasons. Sure, he’d been embarrassed and ashamed enough to get red before, but never smitten.
Oh, how absurd he felt, trying to show off in front of his newest bodyguard, hoping that he could catch Agent 47’s eyes. How satisfied he was when he saw 47 looking at him from across the pool.
“You…” he muttered shakily as he leaned back and arched his back enough that the sun hit his chest in a way he hoped made him look… sexy? Cute? Beautiful? Handsome? He didn’t know. He just wanted the older man’s attention. Perhaps he even desired those hands on him again.
He looked up at his bodyguard, his expression feeble as he spoke up, “I require reapplication.”
Agent 47 almost chuckled. Really. He told himself he wouldn’t get caught up in this any longer, but damn it all, he couldn’t deny Caruso. Every man in the world had urges he couldn’t refuse. He stepped closer, kneeling by the lounge that Caruso was lying on, and reached out for the bottle of sunscreen on the side table. He found it endearing to be the one to spread sunscreen on his target. Later, he could worry about the moral implications of such an act. Taking care of a man whom you’re supposed to kill. But for now, he would play along with Caruso’s game.
So, his hands were gentle as they kneaded the sunscreen into Caruso’s tanned arms. He spread the white cream onto Caruso’s bicep and shoulders, his gaze dark and heavy as he almost glared at Silvio. He was a predator stalking his prey, yet his touch felt undeniably tender, serene, like that of a lover. It was an intoxicating mix of fear and passion.
“Ngh, more,” Silvio pleaded, though he covered his mouth before he begged even louder. He didn’t know what was getting into him. He had always been vocal in bed (alone, of course, while masturbating). He often had to tell his servants to step further away or ignore the noises, never speak of them. He just never had to be aware of it as much as he was right now, moaning and squirming under his bodyguard’s prudent touch.
47 responded diligently, like any other devoted bodyguard would (or so he told himself), his rough hands eventually making their way to Silvio’s chest and torso. He shifted positions so that he could sit beside Silvio, his thumbs circling Silvio’s delicate nipples while his other hand worked the skin nearby. He rubbed the tender buds and watched them harden, Silvio almost whimpering at the erotic way 47 was fondling him. He’d never been touched by another man there. He was sensitive.
Agent 47 continued rubbing Silvio’s nipple with one hand while the other trailed torturously down the younger man’s happy trail. He worked at Silvio’s hip, fingertips grazing the lines of the hip bone repeatedly, memorizing every curve. After all, he had an impeccable memory; he knew he’d remember this later.
Silvio couldn’t stop himself from making noises, no matter how hard he tried. He knew he should stop so that none of the housemaids, other guards, or chefs would hear. If the noises he’d made with his bodyguard leaked out of his bedroom yesterday, perhaps the staff believed it was a one-off event. Or perhaps they thought he was simply viewing something naughty. If he started making more of those noises now, rumors would spread, and… although he was sure no one would be incredulously surprised (it was about time Caruso got laid), he was still paranoid. He bit on his hand in an attempt to stifle himself, but then 47 leaned in to kiss his knuckles, soothing the angry bite marks there. It was a silent message: Let me hear you.
That’s when Silvio let his hands down and allowed his noises to free themselves, his eyes teary with pure gratification. He writhed against the lounge, eyebrows furrowing as he groaned, “F-fuck, I, I can’t, I can’t…”
But 47 had recently realized how much he enjoyed hearing Caruso whine. Hearing that voice unlocked something in him yesterday, that whimpering tone, begging for mercy. Oh, dear. Now he remembered why everyone always said never to mix sex with work. Always got so complicated.
He didn’t stop rubbing Caruso's tanned skin. If anything, those words only invigorated his spirit even further. He clenched his teeth, jaw tight as his hands finally made their way to Caruso’s aching erection.
“M-mngh, enough,” Silvio uttered, hands reaching out to desperately grasp at 47’s shoulders in an attempt to stop the movement. He was growing too aroused. He didn’t want to show his hardness so visibly here, by his pool. Was it okay to do so? Why did he feel as though his mother was about to walk in any second? God, he didn’t know what to think. He wished 47 would lick the droplets of water off his skin, and yet he feared what he’d do when he took off his trunks, revealing just how turned on he was from another man’s touch. He needed to find a way to hide this. He didn’t want to feel so exposed. He turned his head toward the pool, eyes lingering on the water.
There. He could hide this in there.
He whimpered as 47’s hand palmed his hardened length through his trunks, and his hand shot out to grasp 47’s shoulder. He managed to look up, his sunglasses fogged as he muttered, “G-get in the pool. N-now.”
47 took his time helping Caruso into the pool, the water concealing the bulge in the target’s trunks. He wasn’t wearing a swimsuit under his clothing, so he wondered if he should comply at all. It’d leave him completely bare, naked in the pool with a man he was meant to kill, no one around to see. He debated this deeply in his head, and yet one thought rang clear: He’s done a lot riskier for a lot less.
So, he quietly nodded and began stripping his clothes, taking off the holster of his chest and placing it on the edge of the pool. He was about to enter the water with just his boxers on, but Caruso placed a hand on his knee with that pleading look.
“Let me…” Silvio muttered, wading closer and shyly pushing 47 to sit on the pool's edge. He didn’t know if he was enticing the other man as much as he'd hoped, but he wanted to try nonetheless. His shaking hands reached out to spread his bodyguard’s thighs, revealing Agent 47’s growing erection. His mouth almost watered at the sight.
Oh God, he was so horny, he couldn’t think. He’d never given a man a blowjob before in his life, but for some reason, upon seeing 47’s excitement, he craved its taste more than anything. He gently tugged at the other man’s boxers and howled softly into 47’s knee as he saw the lines leading down to the agent’s hard member.
47 glanced back behind him, checking the perimeter for any wandering eyes. When he was sure they had some relative privacy, he turned back to Caruso and ran a hand through that dark hair. He gently tugged it, not enough to hurt, never, but just enough to show that he was there. He saw the way Caruso’s eyes watered, and he felt his cock throb at the sight.
He had to rein in his emotions. It wasn’t professional, firstly, but he also had to make sure he wasn’t going too quickly into something Caruso wouldn’t be ready for. For a man with no experience, this kind of thing can be scary. He had to check himself before he took advantage of Caruso.
“Mr. Caruso,” he muttered, keeping his voice low enough that no one nearby could even tell they were speaking, “Are you sure?”
Silvio nodded vigorously in response, breath growing heavier as he realized the magnitude of what he was doing. His eyes were locked on his bodyguard’s erection, and he moved in closer, lips ghosting the tip of it.
“Yes,” he whispered, closing his eyes as his mouth wrapped around 47’s member. The taste was salty, as he’d expected, and the scent of the older man’s musk filled his lungs. He drowned in Agent 47, his tongue sheepishly licking his bodyguard’s shaft. He didn’t know how to do this kind of thing. He’d never watched or read porno magazines like other boys probably did when they were teens. He wasn’t allowed to look at anything naughty, or else his mother would… his mother would do unspeakable things to him.
So, he didn’t know what people did when they gave blowjobs. All he could do was follow his instincts.
“Breathe.”
47 brushed his hands through Caruso’s hair, easing the tension he discovered at Caruso’s neck and head. His palms were considerate in guiding Caruso’s mouth, and he didn’t press or push. Simply rub, offering his caresses and warmth. He didn’t expect much as Caruso licked cautiously, even when it became more comfortable a few moments in. But he appreciated the effort, and he rewarded Caruso with a few, extremely rare groans of pleasure.
Silvio could feel his jaw begin to hurt, though, and he realized just how difficult it was to please a man. He wondered if he could experiment with the subject further in his studies. A few more trial runs could improve his skill significantly…
47 could practically hear Silvio’s thoughts begin to slip, and he lifted the younger man’s head off. He submerged himself entirely in the pool, appropriately at a sensible 4 feet depth, and placed a hand on Silvio’s hip under the water. Touch felt all the more smooth here, in the pool. Silvio almost felt like floating.
“H-hurry,” Silvio whispered, cheeks ablaze now as he gently turned around and gripped onto the pool’s edge for support. He’d prepared himself sufficiently before this encounter, searching up videos of how to properly clean himself and ensure it doesn’t hurt the first time around. But ironically, it hurt when he tried to stretch himself a slight with his fingers—he could barely handle one. He hoped that 47 was gentle.
Luckily, that was all 47 could be. He slowly pulled down Silvio’s blue trunks and off, placing them by Silvio’s lounge before returning his attention to the meal set before him. He was loving, almost, as he rubbed Silvio’s rim with his much larger and rougher fingers, toying and playing with the tense muscle there. He eased it slightly when he whispered into Caruso’s ear, “Mr. Caruso.”
He could probably whisper anything he damn well wanted to, and it’d make Silvio melt just by that voice alone.
Silvio clutched onto the marble edge tighter as his bodyguard fingered him, stretching him in a way he couldn’t previously. It felt so much better than it did on his own, even better when he finally took a few breaths to relax. After a few minutes, he exhaled softly and turned his head to mutter, “I’m… ready.”
47 proceeded leisurely, pressing his body flush against Caruso’s, connecting them so that their hearts beat in sync. He thrusted slowly at first, but as he heard his target’s breath hitch, he quickened his pace. His hands held Caruso’s sloping hips to keep the younger man in place, pouring his carnal desire over Caruso like a christening.
So much for trying to be discreet.
“F-faster,” Silvio whisper-shouted, ignoring how the marble of the pool’s edge dug into his chest, focusing instead on how lovely that spot was that 47 was hitting deep inside him, that perfect spot. He couldn’t stop the groan from escaping him, and at that point, he didn’t care what sounds were heard or not by the others. All he felt was the hands on him, caressing him and pouring bliss into him in a way that no other man ever had.
Agent 47 appreciated the sight; it was something he hadn’t seen in a very long time. It had been an eternity since his hands were used for something other than killing, and he savored every moment he had of worshipping Caruso’s body. He left what must be a thousand kisses along Caruso’s nape, huffing softly every time Caruso shivered in response, and he matched his thrusts to fit Caruso’s desired tempo.
The ecstasy of another being’s touch filled Silvio, not only physically, but inside him; he felt his walls crumble piece by piece, revealing a heart that had never been touched before. A heart so used to experiencing pain that it defaulted to defense, a heart that only found comfort in activities that he didn’t have to get hurt in. He pressed his hips back into his bodyguard’s thrusts, not realizing that his cheeks were wet, and he’d been crying.
He hid his face with his arms and whimpered, not because he felt pain, but because for the first time in his life, there wasn’t any.
After it was all over, and they’d both cleaned up, Agent 47 lay in bed with Silvio Caruso, a hand grazing his target’s tanned skin as if it were his own, lips brushing Caruso’s ears. Some poisons only took a few minutes to work. It’d be a quick, painless death. He had enough mercy to ensure it.
Caruso wouldn’t notice a thing out of place. He relaxed in 47’s arms, pleased, feeling free. For once, he could love who he loved and be who he was without scrutiny from anyone. He thought that perhaps he was in heaven already. He clutched onto the thought so tightly that his knuckles turned white, as he was afraid to let it go. Even if it was an illusion, he wanted to keep this with him. The one thing that only ever belonged to him that didn’t hurt him.
His love was all his.
“I’m tired,” he whispered into his bodyguard’s neck as he let out a soft breath. His voice was almost too quiet to hear, but 47 could. He slowly reached up, placing a hand atop the agent’s chest, feeling the beating heart of his bedmate thump through his own veins.
47 cradled Silvio’s head against his, and as he heard the younger man’s breath come to a soft still, he closed his eyes. He pressed a kiss atop Silvio’s eyebrows, easing them. He lifted his hands slowly, gently rubbing Caruso’s cheek, feeling the cold air of death overcome Silvio’s skin.
“Good night, Mr. Caruso.”