[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Maxwell added softly, "I’m really sorry about earlier... please, will you let me stay?"

Adrian looked at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

"I’m sorry," he said finally. "I can’t."

Maxwell hesitated, then clasped his hands together, his eyes wide with fear as he dropped to his knees. "Please... don’t send me away. I’m too young to die, and my brother isn’t bluffing; he’ll really kill me if I fail. I’ll do anything you ask... just don’t reject me."

Adrian stared at the boy, his resistance wearing thin against the sheer absurdity of the situation. He let out a long, weary sigh. "Fine. You can stay. But you don’t get to refuse a single task I give you."

Maxwell’s face lit up with relief. He scrambled to his feet, threw his arms around Adrian, and impulsively kissed his cheek. "Thank you so much! Now, show me my room!"

Adrian gently pushed him back, his expression softening despite his exhaustion. "Wait for the maid. She’ll prepare a room for you."

He motioned for the maid to take Maxwell away, and once the boy was gone, the house settled into silence.

He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering for a moment before he typed: Why didn’t you just tell me Maxwell was your brother?

Matteo’s reply was almost instantaneous: If I’d told you that easily, how would I have discovered how obsessed you are with my cock? You clearly don’t want to share.

Adrian felt a flush creep up his neck. Nonsense. Who’s obsessed? I’m just a good soul concerned for your well-being.

Matteo shot back: I already know you love my dick and you’re damn jealous, so there’s nothing to hide anymore. Just beg for my cock if you want it so bad.

Adrian typed Never, but he couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face. A moment later, Matteo’s call came through. Adrian hesitated, afraid his excitement would bleed into his voice, but he answered anyway.

"Hello, my headache," Matteo said, his voice low and teasing.

Adrian pulled the phone away, muting it to let out a quiet, giddy giggle before answering back, "Who is your ’headache’?"

Matteo chuckled. "Why did it take you so long to reply?"

"I was drinking water," Adrian lied smoothly.

"Alright," Matteo said, his tone turning serious. "How’s your leg?"

"It’s nothing much," Adrian replied. "I’ll be fine in a few days."

There was a pause, and then Matteo asked, "Can we talk now? I’m dying to know what I did wrong. Are you ready to speak to me?"

Adrian took a deep breath. "Alright."

"I’m leaving for a business trip early tomorrow," Matteo said softly. "But as soon as I’m back, I’ll come straight to you. We need to talk this through."

"Are you going alone?" Adrian asked, his voice softer than he intended.

"Just a few bodyguards," Matteo replied, his voice dropping into a husky, teasing register. "Don’t worry, my love, my cock is for you alone. No one else dares touch it, because it’s meant to go deep inside you while I make you scream."

Adrian’s breath hitched, his body reacting instantly to the raw promise in Matteo’s words. His resolve melted. "I miss you," he whispered.

"I miss you so much too, baby," Matteo breathed. "When I’m back and we’ve sorted everything out, I promise I’m going to fuck you all night until you admit exactly how much you love me, and how much you love my cock."

Adrian didn’t try to play hard to get this time. A small, hungry smile touched his lips. "I can’t wait. Make me beg for it. I really want it."

Matteo laughed, a sound of pure, dark satisfaction. "Alright. Don’t worry, Maxwell will take good care of you until I’m back, okay?"

"Alright," Adrian whispered.

"Okay. Bye, love you, my headache."

"Whatever," Adrian murmured, though he didn’t hang up until he heard the line go dead.

Adrian sat in the quiet of the living room, a faint smile resting on his lips. For the first time in a while, things felt like they were finally falling into place.

Then his phone chimed.

A notification from Matteo.

His heart thudded against his ribs as he opened the message. It was a photo... a raw, unfiltered shot of Matteo’s cock. It was massive, thick, and demanding. Below it, a single text followed: Have a view. That’s what you’re going to be getting inside you soon.

Adrian’s breath hitched, his pulse spiking into a frantic rhythm. He typed back, his fingers trembling, Are you insane? Why are you sending me this?!

I want to see yours, Matteo replied instantly.

No, Adrian texted back, looking around the living room. I’m in the living room. Anyone could walk in.

Go to your room. I want to see your cock.

I’m shy, Adrian admitted. I’ve never done anything like this before.

Do you think I have? Matteo replied. I’ve never sent photos like this to anyone in my life. I’m only sending them to you so you can keep the view in your mind, so you know exactly what’s yours.

The honesty behind the words sent a jolt of heat straight to Adrian’s core. He didn’t reply; he just stood up, his legs feeling weak, and made his way upstairs. He locked his bedroom door behind him, his heart hammering as the reality of his own arousal hit him. He was already hard, Matteo’s words and the image had seen to that.

He didn’t hesitate. He pulled his own cock out, snapped a photo, and sent it to Matteo.

Matteo’s fingers shook as he typed back, "Your cock looks so good... baby, the way the head is so pink and thick. It’s making me so fucking horny, Adrian."

Adrian’s breath hitched as he stared at the screen, his own arousal peaking. "What am I supposed to do?" he replied, his voice trembling. "You aren’t even here."

"Let’s sext," Matteo messaged, his tone dropping into something far more demanding. "I’m calling you on video. We’re going to make each other feel good through the screen."

Adrian hesitated, the fear of the unknown warring with his mounting desire. I’ve never done anything like that before.

Okay, Matteo conceded, his tone softening. If you don’t want to, we can just wait until I’m back, alright?

Adrian stared at the screen, the thought of waiting suddenly unbearable. He didn’t want to wait. He wanted him now.

No, no, no, Adrian typed rapidly, his breathing heavy. Wait. I’ll do it.

Matteo dialed, and the video call connected instantly. "Place the camera where you’re comfortable, baby," he instructed, his voice thick with anticipation. "I know your leg is hurting, so just get settled."

Adrian propped the phone up, his hands shaking as he adjusted the frame. Once he was set, Matteo’s gaze turned predatory. "Now, strip for me. I want to see every inch of you."

Adrian obeyed, peeling off his clothes until he was completely bare, his skin flushed under Matteo’s intense stare.

"Do you have oil or lube?" Matteo asked, his breathing already deepening.

"I have oil," Adrian whispered.

"Good. Use it."