[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

They stumbled backward together, falling gently onto the bed and into the soft flower decorations spread across it, laughing softly between their kisses.

Matteo deepened the kiss, his hands moving swiftly to untie and slip off his long black cape. He shrugged it from his shoulders, letting the smooth fabric fall onto the plush carpet beside the bed. He shifted slightly and reached for the fastenings of Adrian’s own sweeping cape.

But before he could loosen it, Adrian caught his wrists, a wicked little twinkle suddenly flashing in his eyes.

"Babe, wait," Adrian whispered, breathless.

Matteo froze instantly, his chest heaving as panic flashed across his face. He dropped his hands, staring at him in disbelief. "What? What is it, babe?"

Adrian tilted his chin up, keeping a completely straight face. "What if we don’t do anything tonight? What if we just... pray all night? What about that?"

Matteo stared at him, his mouth falling slightly open before a low, incredulous groan escaped him. "Seriously? Are you being serious right now, Adrian?"

"’About what?’ Adrian asked innocently, batting his eyelashes at him."

"’Pray about what exactly?’ Matteo demanded, his hands settling on his hips as he looked down at him."

"About everything," Adrian murmured teasingly. "Our future."

A heavy sigh escaped Matteo, though the corner of his mouth twitched against his will. He reached out, his calloused fingers gently brushing a lock of hair back from Adrian’s forehead. His expression softened entirely, the fierce mafia boss melting into a man completely at the mercy of his husband.

"You know you don’t have to joke like that," Matteo murmured. "Are you tired, baby? Just let me know if you’re tired, and I can wait till tomorrow. Or whenever you’re ready."

Adrian’s heart melted. He reached up, cupping Matteo’s cheek with a fond, adoring smile. "Aww, my darling husband... You are so sweet. I’m only teasing you."

Matteo grinned, a dark, dangerous edge returning to his voice as he leaned in close. "I’m sweet everywhere... and down here, only for you," he murmured, his eyes locking onto Adrian’s lips. "Or am I not sweet down here?"

Adrian flushed a brilliant crimson, a soft gasp escaping him. "You’re sweet, baby."

"Should I go on?" Matteo whispered against his skin.

Adrian nodded slowly, his voice dropping to a breathless purr. "Yes, baby."

"Stand up," Matteo murmured, his hands sliding down to grip Adrian’s waist. "Let me help you out of these clothes."

Adrian stood, allowing Matteo to carefully remove his long ivory-white cape first. Matteo then helped him out of his jacket and trousers until he was completely bare. In one fluid motion, Matteo shed his own clothes as well before pulling Adrian back down onto the bed.

They tumbled onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, Matteo capturing Adrian’s lips in a starving kiss.

The playfulness vanished, replaced by a raw, consuming hunger. Matteo’s lips tracked downward, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses across Adrian’s jaw, down his throat, and over his collarbones. He pressed his face against the soft skin of Adrian’s neck, sucking fiercely until a dark, purplish bruise bloomed on the side of his neck.

Adrian arched his back, letting out a sharp, high-pitched moan as his hands wrapped tightly around Matteo’s waist.

"Ah... baby..." Adrian whimpered as Matteo’s mouth slid lower, pressing kisses over his flat stomach before pausing at his chest.

Matteo circled Adrian’s sensitive nipple with his tongue before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking hard and deep. Adrian let out a broken moan, his hips bucking upward as electric jolts of pleasure shot straight to his core.

"Ah—yes, hubby, right there!" Adrian groaned, his hands clutching desperately at Matteo’s shoulders, his nails digging into the skin.

Matteo’s mouth didn’t slow. He trailed hot, wet kisses down Adrian’s torso, tongue swirling lazily around his navel before continuing lower. When he reached Adrian’s cock he paused, letting his warm breath fan over the hardening length in slow, deliberate passes. The teasing heat made Adrian’s hips twitch.

Then Matteo’s mouth closed over him in one smooth, wet glide.

Adrian let out an ear-splitting shriek, his entire body going rigid.

"Ahhh! Fuck—Matteo, oh fuck!" he screamed, his hands flying to the back of Matteo’s head, fingers gripping his hair tightly.

He forced Matteo closer, anchoring him as Matteo’s tongue swirled frantically around the sensitive tip. Matteo sucked him deeper and harder, setting a punishing, rhythmic pace.

The sound of wet, desperate suction filled the quiet room, mingling with Adrian’s continuous, ragged wails.

"Suck it, baby... suck your husband deeper!" Adrian begged, losing his mind.

While his mouth worked its magic, Matteo reached down and spread Adrian’s legs wide open. He coated his fingers and pressed one deep into Adrian’s tight, hot hole.

Adrian shrieked, his toes curling as Matteo added a second finger, then a third. He fingered him deeper, hitting the perfect spot inside him with every ruthless thrust of his hands.

Their heavy moans mixed in the air. Adrian was screaming, his back bowing off the mattress in pure ecstasy.

"I’m about to cum!" Adrian screamed, his entire body going rigid. "Matteo, I’m close!"

"Come for me, baby," Matteo growled against his wet skin.

Adrian pleaded with him. "Please, faster, baby. Suck deeper."

He grabbed Matteo’s head and held his mouth in place. Then, he thrust into the back of Matteo’s throat with three powerful pushes.

"Oh—fuck, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming right now!" Adrian screamed, his whole body seizing violently.

"Yes, baby, spill it all," Matteo growled against his skin, his fingers pumping faster inside him. His mouth moved even faster on Adrian’s cock.

"Baby!" Adrian screamed.

He shattered completely. He shot wave after wave of his release straight into his husband’s mouth.

Matteo didn’t stop. He swallowed every single drop until Adrian was completely milked dry.

Before Adrian could even catch his breath, Matteo pulled back. His eyes blazed with hunger.

He brought his thick, heavy cock right to Adrian’s entrance. He didn’t push in immediately.

He teased the tight opening. He did just enough to drive Adrian insane.

"Please... please slide it in," Adrian begged. He cried tears of pure pleasure as he spread his legs wider. "Please fuck me!"

With a low, feral groan, Matteo plunged forward, replacing his fingers with his thick, scorching cock in one deep, ruthless thrust that buried him to the hilt.

"Ahhhhh!" Adrian screamed, his head thrown back against the pillows as the overwhelming fullness stretched him wide, hitting every single nerve ending with blinding, intoxicating perfection.

Matteo gripped Adrian’s hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and began to move. He pulled almost all the way out, the thick head of his cock catching at the rim, then drove back in with a deep, wet thrust that forced another broken cry from Adrian’s throat.

The sound of skin meeting skin cracked through the quiet suite, sharp, rhythmic, filthy. Matteo set a steady, powerful pace, rolling his hips so every stroke dragged along Adrian’s most sensitive places.

"Fuck... yes... more," Adrian gasped, legs trembling. "Harder, baby, give me more—"

Matteo answered by lifting Adrian’s legs higher, spreading them wide and folding them back toward his chest. The new angle let him sink even deeper. He thrust hard, the wet slap of his hips against Adrian’s ass growing louder with every drive. Adrian’s moans turned continuous, ragged, spilling out with every impact.

"Matteo... ah... right there don’t stop—"

Matteo kept the pace relentless, sweat beginning to slick his skin, eyes locked on Adrian’s face as he fucked him open. The bed creaked beneath them. The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies filled the room.

After long minutes of deep, grinding thrusts, Matteo pulled out. Adrian whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Matteo’s hands were already on him, firm and sure, turning him onto his hands and knees. Adrian moved eagerly, raising his ass high, back arched, spreading his knees wider so his entrance opened for his husband.

Matteo didn’t make him wait. He lined up and slid his cock back inside in one smooth, ruthless thrust, burying himself to the hilt again. A low, feral groan tore from his chest as Adrian’s tight heat clenched around him.

He pinned Adrian’s waist with both hands and began to pound, hard, fast, deep. The force of each thrust rocked Adrian forward on the mattress. The sharp slap of skin on skin grew louder, wetter. Adrian’s moans turned into broken, continuous cries. "Yes, fuck me, take all of me...Matteo."

Matteo’s voice was rough, growling between thrusts. "So fucking sweet... so tight for me. Look at you taking your husband’s cock so well."

He drove harder, hips snapping forward without mercy, watching the way Adrian’s ass bounced with every impact. Adrian’s arms shook. He dropped to his elbows, forehead pressed to the sheets, still pushing his hips back to meet every brutal stroke.

"Harder....please," Adrian begged, voice wrecked.

Matteo gave him everything. He leaned over Adrian’s back, one hand sliding around to wrap around Adrian’s cock, stroking him in time with the deep, punishing thrusts. The dual sensation ripped a desperate sob from Adrian’s throat.

"I’m... ah... I can’t take—"

"Stroke yourself," Matteo ordered, voice thick. "Come on for me, baby."

Adrian obeyed instantly, one hand wrapping around his own length, pumping hard and fast while Matteo continued to fuck him open. The wet sounds of Matteo’s cock driving in and out mixed with the frantic slap of Adrian’s fist on his own cock. Adrian’s moans climbed higher, sharper, until his whole body locked.

"Matteo, I’m coming... fuck, I’m coming—"

He spilled hard onto the sheets, inner walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses around Matteo’s cock. The sudden fierce squeeze dragged a raw groan from Matteo’s chest. He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through Adrian’s orgasm, chasing his own release, hips snapping harder, deeper, the wet slap of their bodies turning almost frantic.

"So tight... so perfect... taking every inch—" Matteo groaned, fingers digging into Adrian’s hips hard enough to leave marks.