[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

"It’s okay," Adrian murmured, continuing to run his hand over Matteo’s shoulders. "You have me now. You don’t have to carry this alone."

They lay in the quiet for a long moment, the tension slowly draining from Matteo’s frame under Adrian’s touch.

Then, Matteo’s voice broke the silence, sudden and unyielding.

"Move in with me."

Adrian’s hand paused mid-stroke, his breath catching in his throat.

Matteo looked up, his gaze intense as he searched Adrian’s eyes for an answer. He held it for a long, heavy moment before repeating, "Baby... move in with me."

Adrian’s pulse quickened. He knew that saying no felt like a rejection, especially after everything Matteo had just confessed. He took a shaky breath, trying to find the right words. "Are we not taking this slow anymore? We just started dating. It hasn’t even been that long, and... honestly, we still have so many things to settle between us... we still..."

Matteo didn’t let him finish. "Baby, move in with me."

Panic flickered through Adrian. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, being closer to Matteo was all he wanted, but there was too much left unresolved between them.

"It’s not that I don’t want to, Matteo," he murmured. "I just... We need to fix what’s still between us first."

Matteo’s expression clouded over. "So... you don’t want to move in with me until everything is settled."

"No, no, no," Adrian stammered, reaching for him. "It’s not like that at all. Please, try to understand—"

Matteo didn’t argue. He didn’t explode, didn’t demand an explanation. Instead, he pulled away slightly, then settled back down on Adrian’s chest, his head resting against him.

He fell into a cold silence.

Adrian’s hands hovered for a moment before slowly resuming their rhythm on Matteo’s back, but his mind was in turmoil. He could feel Matteo’s withdrawal in the silence, and it unsettled him deeply, leaving him to wonder if he had just made a mistake he couldn’t take back.

He couldn’t bear the distance between them. "Baby," he said softly, "please... just give me a little time. I promise I will move in with you. I want to be there with you just as much as you want me there... I need us to be ready."

Matteo lifted his gaze, exhaling slowly. "Alright... if that’s what you need, I understand."

They spent the rest of the day wrapped in each other’s arms, the tension between them slowly dissolving into a deep, comforting warmth.

By morning, the air in the bedroom had changed, thick with a different kind of hunger, one that lingered in every glance, every brush of skin, every breath shared between them.

Adrian woke to the subtle friction of Matteo’s body against his, a quiet warmth stirring within him. His gaze softened as he looked at Matteo’s face, gently tracing his nose, his lashes, taking in every detail.

He lingered there, studying him, a small smile forming. "I didn’t know you were this handsome," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Matteo’s cheek.

Slowly, he began to trail soft kisses down Matteo’s chest, lower and lower until he slipped beneath the duvet. He took Matteo into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive length until Matteo let out a low, guttural groan, his fingers tangling into Adrian’s hair.

Slowly, he began to trail soft kisses down Matteo’s chest, lower and lower, until he slipped beneath the heavy duvet. He reached out to gently and slowly pull down Matteo’s pants, freeing his cock, and took him into his mouth.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive length, circling the tip and teasing the cap until Matteo let out a low, rough groan, his fingers tangling tightly into Adrian’s hair.

Matteo had been awake for a while, watching Adrian through heavy-lidded eyes as he moved against him. When Adrian finally lifted his head, flushed and breathless, Matteo didn’t hesitate, he pulled him up, his hands roaming over him with quiet hunger.

Matteo had been awake for a while, watching Adrian through heavy-lidded eyes, captivated by every movement.

He held Adrian’s head guiding him, letting out a jagged moan as he rasped, "Fuck, baby."

But Matteo was starving for more. He reached down and lifted Adrian’s head, his cock sliding out of the slick warmth of Adrian’s mouth. Matteo didn’t hesitate; he pulled him up, his hands roaming hungrily over Adrian’s body until they had stripped away the last of their clothes, their discarded garments falling to the floor. Finally, skin met burning skin.

Adrian kissed Matteo with a frantic hunger, both of them throbbing with hard, morning erections. As they kissed, Matteo’s hand slid between them, firmly gripping both their cock in his palm, stroking them in a maddening rhythm. After a long moment, they broke the kiss, breathless and desperate.

"Sit on me," Matteo rasped, his voice vibrating with raw need. "I want to feel you take me."

Adrian didn’t hesitate. He reached for the oil, his hands trembling slightly as he coated his own cock and Matteo’s, then carefully applied the slick lubricant to his entrance.

With a shaky breath, he lowered himself down. Every inch of Matteo’s thick cock stretched him, filling him, and Adrian gasped as he felt his body arch in ecstasy. Matteo gripped his hips, guiding him, helping him find the rhythm until they were moving in perfect, frantic harmony.

Just as the pleasure began to crest, a sharp knock echoed at the door.

"Sir?" the maid’s voice called out.

Adrian froze, his body locked onto Matteo’s, his breath hitching. He steadied his voice, trying to ignore the delicious friction of their bodies. "What is it?"

"Good morning, sir," the maid replied through the wood. "Your sister is here. She’s waiting for you downstairs."

Adrian’s eyes widened in panic. His entire mood shifted, the high of the act replaced by a rush of urgency. He tried to pull away, to stand up, but Matteo wasn’t having it.

"Don’t you leave me undone," Matteo murmured, his voice edged with warning. "That’s not fair... and it’s not happening."

"Baby, it’s my sister we’re talking about," Adrian pleaded, breathless. "I promise... I’ll come back and finish this after she’s gone."

Matteo didn’t listen. With a quick, decisive movement, he turned Adrian over, pressing him into the mattress while keeping them connected. He caught Adrian’s wrists, pinning them firmly above his head, his gaze steady, dark, and impossible to resist.

"No," Matteo murmured. He leaned down, capturing Adrian’s lips in a searing kiss as he whispered against them, "I was on my own when you aroused me." With his hips bucking to pin Adrian down, he pulled back just an inch before sliding back inside with one hard thrust.

Adrian clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle his groan, his body shuddering under the intensity of the contact.

Matteo let Adrian adjust for a heartbeat before slamming into him again with another powerful, deep thrust. "We’re settling this right now, once and for all, okay?"

Adrian could only nod, his breath coming in ragged hitches. Matteo was hitting every right spot, his rhythm driving Adrian to the brink. If anything, Adrian didn’t want to let go, he held onto Matteo, pulling him deeper, desperate for more.

Matteo’s release was taking time, his stamina pushing them both further into the haze of pleasure. With a series of fast, deep, and hard pounds, Matteo finally reached his peak, surging into Adrian just as Adrian shattered right along with him, their releases colliding in a tangle of limbs and gasps.

Matteo collapsed against Adrian’s chest. He didn’t pull out immediately, resting his weight on Adrian while they both struggled to catch their breath.

After a moment, Matteo leaned down, capturing Adrian’s lips in a slow kiss. His lips trailed softly over Adrian’s skin before he finally withdrew.

Adrian winced at the lingering ache but forced himself up, heading for the shower. When he stepped out, Matteo was there, gently drying him before Adrian changed into something more comfortable.

Before leaving, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Matteo’s lips. "I’ll be back," he murmured.

By the time he stepped out, nearly an hour had passed since the maid came to call him.

He hurried downstairs and found his sister, Maya, in the living room, seated in front of the TV as she waited for him. He took a steadying breath, smoothing his expression before stepping closer.

"Hey, sis," he greeted, forcing a casual tone.

Maya looked up, her gaze sharp as she scanned his face. "Hey," she replied, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What took you so long? Do you have a visitor?"

Adrian was caught off guard by the question, but he gathered his courage and answered, "Yes... my boyfriend is here."

Maya’s head snapped up, her eyes widening in shock at the blunt answer.