"Lucky for you, I find breaking and entering almost as romantic as helping someone bury a body," he says, standing close to Nik's body as he picks the lock. He still had his t-shirt off - there was no reason why he should bother with a shirt when it was just going to come off again.

As Nik works, Adonis leans in and presses his face into the crook of Nik's neck, inhaling his scent. "We're only lucky that this place hasn't upgraded its locks in the last decade," he murmurs against his skin before nipping at it.