[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Charles tilted his head back, looking up at him through his lashes. "I’m right here. Do you need anything? Are you hungry? I can go to the kitchen and cook something for you right now."

Mark’s gaze darkened, a slow, predatory warmth igniting in his eyes. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive shell of Charles’s ear as his voice dropped into a low, husky whisper.

"I missed you, baby... and yes, I’m starving. But it’s not food I want." Mark’s hands slid slowly down to rest on Charles’s waist. "It’s you I want to eat."

A sudden flush of crimson rushed up Charles’s neck and flooded his cheeks. His breath hitched, a shy, breathless laugh escaping him as he turned slightly in Mark’s arms. "Oh? And where exactly are you planning to eat me? Here on the living room sofa, or do you want to make it to our bedroom?"

Mark’s hands tightened possessively around his hips, pulling him flush against his body. "I’m too hungry to wait, baby. I can’t possibly make it all the way upstairs... I want you right here, right now."

A mischievous, daring spark lit up in Charles’s eyes. The shyness melted away, replaced by an electric, reciprocal heat.

"Well," Charles whispered, a wicked little smirk playing on his lips as he twisted around. "I suppose I have no other job today than to feed my favorite person until he’s completely full."

Without wasting another second, Charles uncurled his legs and deliberately straddled Mark’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. Leaning down with a low, breathless sigh, he crashed his lips against Mark’s in a deep, hungry, and unyielding kiss.

Mark kissed him back with a fierce, consuming hunger, parting Charles’s lips to sweep his tongue deep inside, tasting every corner of his mouth while Charles eagerly sucked on his lower and upper lips in return.

Slowly, expertly, Mark’s hands traveled up under the hem of Charles’s t-shirt, yanking it off in one swift motion. Charles didn’t waste a second, pulling Mark’s shirt over his head and tossing it aside as well, leaving them both bare-chested.

Leaning into each other, they began to graze their lips down each other’s warm skin. Mark kissed the shell of Charles’s ear, his tongue tracing the sensitive lobe before sliding down to his throat, sucking firmly against the pulse point.

Charles let out a breathy moan, tilting his head back. "Yes, baby..."

Mark’s hand drifted slowly down over Charles’s waist, resting on the waistband of his shorts. "Let’s take these off, babe," he murmured against his skin.

Working together in a tangle of limbs, they stripped off their remaining shorts until they were completely naked. Without losing a beat, Charles climbed right back up, straddling Mark’s lap skin-to-skin, and crashed back into a desperate kiss.

Mid-kiss, Mark slid his hand down the curve of Charles’s back, resting it heavily on his bare ass before delivering a sharp, stinging spank.

Charles let out a sharp gasp into the kiss. "Yes, baby—spank my ass!"

Encouraged by the plea, Mark did it again, his palm leaving a warm tingle across Charles’s skin.

Charles moaned, writhing against him. "I love it, honey..."

While his lips stayed locked with Charles’s, Mark slowly moved his hand down between their bodies, his fingers grazing over Charles’s wet, sensitive entrance. He began to circle the tight rim, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes.

Charles’s fingers dug into Mark’s shoulders. He broke the kiss just enough to look down, his hands wrapping around Mark’s wrist as he panted, "Put it inside, baby..."

Mark didn’t hesitate. He pressed a single finger inside, and Charles threw his head back with a loud, ringing groan.

Mark curled his finger, stretching him slowly before adding a second. The slick sound of their bodies filled the quiet living room as Mark worked his fingers in and out, building a steady rhythm. When he smoothly slid in a third finger, Charles let out a deep, guttural groan, his hips bucking instinctively.

Emboldened, Mark tried to ease in a fourth.

"Ah—honey, please..." Charles gasped, his body trembling from the intense fullness.

Instantly listening, Mark eased back, removing the fourth finger and continuing to pleasure him expertly with three, sliding them in and out with a slick, driving pace.

"Oh, God—Mark, faster!" Charles cried out, his nails digging into Mark’s back as he pushed his hips down, taking Mark’s fingers as deep as they could possibly go. "Please, baby, deeper—ah!"

Mark sped up his fingering, his thumb rubbing relentlessly over Charles’s sensitive bundle of nerves as Charles panted wildly, his moans echoing off the living room walls.

Suddenly, with a sharp intake of breath, Mark pulled his fingers out. Before Charles could even register the empty chill, Mark gripped the base of his heavy, throbbing cock, aligned it with Charles’s wet heat, and thrust straight inside.

A deafening moan tore from Charles’s throat, his eyes rolling back as he was filled to the absolute brim in one magnificent stroke.

"Fuck..." Mark growled, his voice rough and dark as he began to drive upward.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a wet, heavy rhythm mixed with their ragged, desperate gasps. Charles immediately met every thrust, throwing his hips down hard to take Mark deeper, his hands gripping Mark’s hair.

"Yes—fuck me, Mark!" Charles wailed, completely undone.

Mark angled his hips just right, hitting Charles’s prostate with every single punishing stroke. The intense, pinpoint friction had Charles seeing stars.

"Ah—yes—right there, baby, fuck me!" Charles sobbed out, his voice breaking.

Mark gripped Charles by the waist, pinning his hips firmly in one place so he couldn’t move away, and pounded faster, his voice thick with a low, primal growl. "Yes, baby—take all of it... Take every inch of my cock, fuck me faster, Charles!"

Charles threw his hips downward, slamming down hard onto Mark’s lap to meet every single powerful, deep thrust as Mark pounded upward into him.

"Ah—yes! Fuck me just like that, go faster, baby!" Mark groaned, his eyes dark with pure lust.

Charles rode him frantically, his movements growing wilder and more desperate on Mark’s throbbing cock, the wet, heavy sounds of their coupling echoing off the walls of the living room.

Realizing he was getting dangerously close, Mark didn’t slow down for even a second. In one smooth, powerful motion, he lifted Charles by the waist, shifting their positions so that Charles was laid flat onto the plush cushions of the couch.

Spreading Charles’s trembling, sensitive legs wide, Mark positioned himself right between them slammed back inside, and began to pound into him with an animalistic, relentless hunger, driving them both straight toward the edge of oblivion.

That position hit the deepest, most sensitive part of Charles, striking his prostate with every merciless, earth-shattering blow. His legs curled tightly around Mark’s waist as Mark slammed deeper and harder inside him, the intense, pinpoint friction driving him insane.

"Fuck, Mark—ah! I’m close—I’m gonna cum!" Charles screamed, his toes curling as the overwhelming pleasure peaked inside him.

With just a few more blistering, merciless strokes hitting his deepest spot, Charles shattered. He came violently, his cum spilling over his stomach and dripping onto Mark’s hand as his body convulsed around Mark’s thick dick in wave after wave of intense release.

Hearing Charles fall apart beneath him pushed Mark over the edge. Chasing his own violent climax, Mark slammed into him deeper and harder than before, his chest heaving, muscles corded with tension.

"I’m coming, baby—fuck—I’m cumming!" Mark groaned loudly, his thrusts turning frantic.

With one final, earth-shattering lunge, Mark buried himself as deep as he could possibly go and let go completely, pumping a hot, heavy flood of his release straight inside Charles.

They both collapsed, completely breathless. Mark didn’t pull out; instead, he buried his face in the crook of Charles’s neck, his heavy chest heaving against Charles’s slick skin as their ragged breathing slowed in unison.

Mark pressed a lingering, passionate kiss to his jaw, his voice a gravelly whisper against his skin. "You are so sweet, baby..."

With a soft sigh, Charles wrapped his arms tightly around Mark’s waist, holding him securely and keeping them connected as they drifted together in the warm afterglow. Mark hugged him back just as tightly, burying his face in Charles’s shoulder, utterly content.

They lay in silence for a while, the quiet room filled only with the steady, fading rhythm of their breathing. After a few quiet moments, Mark finally broke the stillness, his voice soft against Charles’s skin. "Pretty?"

Charles shifted slightly, a gentle hum vibrating in his throat. "Yes, honey?"

Mark hesitated for a moment before continuing, his tone careful. "I want to ask you something... When we go to your parents’ place, are you going to introduce me as your boyfriend or just as your friend? I just want to know so I’ll know how to act around you while we’re there."

Charles fell completely silent. He didn’t say a word for several seconds, his body going still against Mark’s chest.

Sensing the sudden tension, Mark immediately worried he had overstepped or said the wrong thing. He quickly backtracked, his hand gently soothing over Charles’s back. "Hey, it’s okay if you’re not ready—"

Charles cut him off softly, pulling back just enough to look up into his eyes. "No, it’s okay, honey."

He let out a quiet, hesitant breath. "The truth is... my parents might not have a problem with me being gay, but I’ve never officially come out to them before. I’m taking you there to introduce you as my boyfriend, but... I might not be able to say it the exact second we walk through the door. I just need a little time. But I promise you, before we leave, I’ll tell them the truth."

Mark gently cupped Charles’s face, his expression warm and entirely unbothered. "Is that all, baby?"

Charles blinked, looking up through his lashes. "Won’t you get angry if I have to introduce you as my friend at first?"

Mark offered him a tender, reassuring smile. "Babe, it’s completely okay. I respect whatever decision you make. Introduce me whenever you feel comfortable and ready. Just know that whatever you choose, I’ll always be right by your side to support you, okay?"

A wave of deep relief and affection washed over Charles. He wrapped his arms around Mark’s neck, burying his face against his shoulder.

"Thank you, baby."

Mark pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, pulling him tight against his chest as he whispered, "I love you, baby."

"I love you too," Charles murmured back, a peaceful smile touching his lips.

Meanwhile, miles away, Maxwell stood in front of James’s apartment door. He raised his hand and knocked firmly against the wood.