[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

"Hhh-ah! Fuck!" Adrian gasped, his body jolting. He tried to pull his mouth away, but Matteo leaned down, his lips brushing against Adrian’s ear. "Breathe, baby. I’m sorry. Does it hurt?" he whispered, his voice dark and grounding.

Adrian couldn’t find the words; the mixture of sharp, stretching pain and overwhelming pleasure left him breathless. Matteo didn’t wait for a reply. He broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto Adrian’s, watching the way his eyes dilated and his head tossed back against the headrest.

He started to thrust, slow and steady at first, observing every tremor that raced through Adrian’s frame.

Adrian spread his legs wider, craving more, his moans turning into ragged, breathless pleas.

As Adrian’s body began to adjust, clinging to him, Matteo increased the speed. He began to slam deeper, every hard, rhythmic stroke eliciting a shattered, beautiful cry from Adrian’s throat.

"Please, be gentle," Adrian murmured, his voice breathless.

Matteo paused, his gaze intense as he watched Adrian’s face. "Tell me if it hurts," he said, his voice dropping into a rough, protective growl. "I will stop immediately."

Adrian shook his head, his hands tightening on Matteo’s shoulders. "Don’t stop, please, baby. Go deeper."

Matteo slammed his hips forward, burying himself deep enough to make Adrian’s head fall back and his lungs force out a jagged, high-pitched scream.

"Yes, Daddy," Adrian gasped, his voice raw. "Please, fuck me."

Matteo leaned over, his frame hovering above Adrian, and gave his butt a sharp, stinging spank. "You’re mine, Adrian," he growled. "Everything about you belongs to me. You’re mine, right?"

Adrian nodded in agreement, his fingers digging into Matteo’s hips, pulling him down to slam harder against him. "Fuck, Daddy, ruin me!" Adrian moaned.

Matteo drove into him, each stroke more punishing than the last. He paused, pinning Adrian with his gaze. "What is my name?"

"Matteo..." Adrian breathed.

"Say it again."

"Daddy!" Adrian cried out, and at the sound of his name, Matteo surged faster, the rhythm becoming frantic.

"Fuck, yes!" Adrian groaned. He reached down, grabbing his own cock and stroking himself in time with Matteo’s brutal slams. "Baby, I’m close... I’m going to cum, I’m close!"

Matteo doubled his movement, his pace relentless. Adrian’s hand moved faster, his rhythm shattering. "I’m cumming!" he screamed.

As Matteo thrust into him, Adrian hit his peak. He cum hard, gasping for air as he spilled onto Matteo’s chest and his own hands, his moans echoing against the car.

Matteo groaned, chasing his own release. He slammed into Adrian faster, his voice demanding, "Kiss me, I’m close!"

Adrian surged up, capturing Matteo’s mouth. He spread his legs even wider to accommodate the depth of the thrusts, grabbing Matteo’s buttocks and pushing him further inside.

"Fuck, I’m cumming!" Matteo roared. His head fell back, his voice thick with release as he emptied himself deep inside Adrian. "Yes, baby, fuck... harder!" Adrian shrieked, wrapping his legs tightly around Matteo’s waist and curling his toes as the waves of pleasure washed over them both.

Matteo finally collapsed forward, his weight pinning Adrian against the seat. Adrian hugged him tight, his fingers buried in Matteo’s damp hair, holding him while Matteo fought to catch his breath.

After a few minutes of heavy, ragged breathing, Matteo lifted his head. He looked down at Adrian with a look of pure devotion. "You are so sweet, baby. I could fuck you all day. I love everything about you. Thank you for being mine," he murmured, his words slow and heartfelt.

Adrian smiled, a soft, content expression, and Matteo leaned down to kiss him, remaining buried deep inside him.

When they finally broke the kiss, Matteo whispered, "I love you so much, Adrian."

"I love you more, Matteo," Adrian replied.

Matteo brushed Adrian’s hair back and kissed his forehead before finally pulling out.

He shifted, lifting Adrian so they could reposition. Matteo lay back in the passenger seat, and Adrian climbed on top of him, resting his head on Matteo’s chest. Matteo pulled the blanket up, cocooning them in the small, warm space.

Matteo leaned down, kissing the top of Adrian’s head as he wrapped his arms around him. "I want this moment with you forever, baby. I mean it. You mean everything to me."

Adrian looked up at him, his eyes hazy with love. "Me too, baby. I love you more than I can express."

Matteo pressed him closer, his heartbeat steady beneath Adrian’s ear. "Rest a little," he murmured. "We’ll go inside later."

Adrian rested his head against Matteo’s chest, he looked up. "Take me out tomorrow, baby? I want dessert... take me to the best place in the city."

Matteo brushed a thumb over Adrian’s cheek. "Alright, baby. I’ll take you wherever you want. But before we go inside, I need to tell you something. Tony called earlier...before you came to the car, he’s coming over tomorrow. We have some important business to discuss."

Adrian stiffened slightly, his eyes searching Matteo’s. "So... because he’s coming, you’re saying you won’t take me out?"

"No, baby, that’s not it," Matteo said quickly, pulling him closer. "I’ll take you anywhere you want. I just wanted you to know he’s coming so you’d be aware of my schedule. From now on, I want to tell you everything... and I mean it."

Adrian relaxed, his posture softening. "Okay, baby."

Matteo hesitated. "Babe?"

Adrian looked up, meeting his gaze. "Yeah?"

"Can you try to be a little gentler with me?" Matteo asked softly. "I’m always gentle with you, but sometimes you raise your voice, and it feels like you never calm down for me. It’s not nice... and you’re honestly too beautiful to be that mean to me."

Adrian felt a pang of guilt. He reached up, cupping Matteo’s face. "Alright, baby. I’ll be gentler with you from now on. You’re my baby, after all."

Matteo leaned into his touch, a soft smile on his lips. "And you’re my baby too."

He squeezed Adrian’s hand before letting go. "Alright, let’s get dressed so we can go inside, shower, and finally get some sleep."

"Alright, baby," Adrian agreed.

They both got dressed quickly in the quiet of the car before heading back into the mansion. Once they reached their room, they showered together, washing away the stress of the long night.

Afterward, they stepped out of the bathroom and changed into comfortable nightwear. As soon as they crawled into bed, sleep took over almost instantly, the two of them finally at peace in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Tony arrived early and sent a guard upstairs to inform Matteo that he was waiting downstairs.

A knock sounded at the door. Matteo woke instantly, carefully lifting Adrian’s head and settling it back onto the pillow.

He brushed a strand of hair from Adrian’s forehead. "Good morning, baby," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss there before standing up.

He walked to the door and pulled it open.

The bodyguard bowed immediately. "Good morning, Boss, Mr. Tony is here."

"Alright," Matteo replied. "Tell him I’ll be downstairs shortly."

"Okay, boss," the guard acknowledged, retreating down the hall.

Matteo closed the door, slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower, and changed into something comfortable. Before leaving, he walked back to the bed and leaned over slightly. "Baby?" he whispered.

Adrian stirred, a soft, sleepy "Hmm?" escaping his lips.

"Tony is here," Matteo said quietly. "I’m heading downstairs now."

Adrian mumbled an "Alright," and Matteo kissed his cheek before slipping out of the room.

Minutes after Matteo left, Adrian’s eyes snapped open. The mention of Tony finally registered, and a sharp clarity cut through his grogginess. His grudge resurfaced, and a cold spark of revenge flickered in his chest.

He grabbed his phone, his fingers moving quickly as he opened Google. He typed: How to be gentle with your boyfriend, then added: How to be super sweet with your boyfriend to make people around him jealous.

He hit search, his eyes scanning the results as a slow, calculating smile spread across his face.

"Oh, Tony," Adrian whispered to the empty room, his grin widening. "I’m going to make you so jealous that you’ll regret ever setting foot in this house."