Owned By The Psychotic Billionaire (Mafia BL)

Orion reaches out, his large fingers catching Adrien’s wrist just before his hand reaches his pelvic region. He looks down at him, his dark eyes searching Adrien’s face.

"I am serious, Adrien," Orion asks again, his tone softer this time. "Are you truly not feeling sore after everything from last night?"

Adrien looks up at him, a mischievous gleam in his brown eyes. "Number one, I don’t really get sore. I just get tired. And number two..."

Adrien leans in slightly, his voice dropping into a teasing whisper. "...who said you were going to stick that thing into my ass again?"

Orion blinks. "Then where—"

Adrien gently pulls his wrist free, opens his mouth slightly, and mimes the explicit, unmistakable gesture of a blowjob.

Orion stares at him for a full minute, his mind momentarily short-circuiting before he lets out a quiet breath, watching the man before him in helpless adoration.

Truly, virgins never have it easy.

Adrien doesn’t wait for permission. He trails his fingers down, taking Orion’s wet length into his warm palm. The water running off their bodies acts as a natural lubricant, and Adrien begins to tug and rub steadily along the thick shaft.

Orion bites back a low, heavy moan, an incredibly sexy sound that reverberates off the glass walls.

Hearing that sound spurs Adrien on. He continues to pump his hand down Orion’s length, fisting him firmly, watching with satisfied eyes as the thick organ expands from half-mast to an even thicker, full mast.

As Adrien strokes him, he catches himself wondering how the hell this massive thing even fits inside his body.

He supposes it is a good thing that Orion always takes his time to properly prep him before taking him, because if Orion ever took him raw and unprepared, he would actually tear.

It would remind him far too much of that horrific first year he spent on the streets as a teenage prostitute, bleeding every time he had to take it up his ass.

If Orion ever took him without his consent that first time, nothing would ever make him stop taking him without it. Adrien would be forced to live a life where he could never sit comfortably again.

Adrien brushes away those old memories, his thumb sweeping over the tip of Orion’s dick as he pumps steadily, watching the way Orion looks down at him with heavy, hooded eyes.

When the first clear drop of pre-cum appears at the tip, Adrien sinks slowly to his knees on the slick tile floor.

He doesn’t hesitate. Adrien takes the thick head into his mouth, swirling his warm tongue around the tip before sucking in slow, rhythmic motions.

He begins to work his head down, taking the thick length deeper and deeper into his mouth, deliberately training his gag reflex until he is sure he can swallow him down to the base without choking.

Up and down, Adrien bobs his head in a steady, wet rhythm, his mouth wrapping tightly around Orion’s shaft.

He can feel the subtle, powerful tremors running through Orion’s body. He hears the quiet, ragged groans Orion is desperately trying to hold back, feeling the way Orion’s large hands twitch near Adrien’s dark hair, desperate to grab hold of his head and fuck his mouth directly.

Yet, Orion holds back. He stands there, refusing to force his head or take the initiative without explicit permission.

Seeing that careful restraint suddenly makes Adrien annoyed.

Adrien sharply pulls his mouth off Orion’s dick with a wet popping sound. He sits back on his knees, glaring up at the tall man through the falling water.

"If I have to tell you to give me what I want..." Adrien growls softly, his brown eyes flashing with a cold fire, "...if I have to tell you to stop holding back one more time, I am never going to allow you to touch me again."

That single threat shatters the last thread of Orion’s self-control.

Orion snaps.

Without a word, Orion reaches down, jamming his thumb into Adrien’s mouth to force his jaw open wide, then grips the back of Adrien’s hair and shoves his thick dick straight down his throat.

Orion begins to fuck his mouth with hard, uncompromising thrusts.

The rough sensation of Orion’s hand tangled firmly in his dark bob, holding his head in place while thrusting deep into his throat, hits the back of Adrien’s throat and triggers his gag reflex over and over again.

Instead of frightening him, the intense dominance turns Adrien on instantly.

Adrien reaches down, wrapping his own hand around his own erect length, pumping himself rapidly as Orion uses his mouth like a personal onahole.

The heavy shower stall fills with the wet, intense sounds of skin hitting skin, the slick noise of Adrien stroking his own dick, and the deep, guttural groans escaping Orion’s chest.

The glass walls and door of the shower fog over completely, trapping them in a world of thick steam and raw, suffocating heat.

Adrien’s mind completely dissolves into the overpowering sensation of Orion’s dick pounding against his throat over and over while he strokes his own shaft.

With a sharp, breathless gasp around the thick obstruction in his mouth, Adrien cums first, his seed spilling over his fingers and washing away into the shower drain.

Orion does not stop. He continues his relentless rhythm, lost in his own intense pleasure.

Through the haze of his post-orgasmic clarity, as Adrien tries to keep his breathing steady around the heavy thrusts, he realizes Orion is talking.

He is muttering dirty, nasty things beneath his breath.

"...wish I could just come down your throat..." Orion groans out, his voice thick and raw with possession, "...every single time we fucked... wish I could have shot my seed straight into your womb... wish you had a womb, duckling... wish I could breed you right now and keep you locked away for the rest of my life..."

Adrien, still taking every deep thrust, glances up at Orion’s blown-out pupils through his lashes.

At the very last moment, just as Orion’s body hitches and prepares to blow, Adrien uses a sharp, clever trick he learned during his years on the streets.

He tightens his throat muscles with precise pressure, contracting his throat around Orion’s sensitive head.

The sudden, intense suction instantly overloads Orion’s senses.

Orion lets out a low, shattered groan, his hips freezing in place as he cums deep inside Adrien’s mouth. Heavy, hot spurts of seed pump down Adrien’s throat.

A little bit of the thick fluid dribbles down the side of Adrien’s lips, but he swallows down the vast majority of it, feeling every pulse of Orion’s release.

Adrien watches in triumph as Orion bends low over him, resting his forehead against the cool glass wall, chest heaving as he groans helplessly through the tail end of his orgasm.

Swallowing hard, Adrien wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug, satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

Serves you right, Adrien thinks to himself, looking up at the panting man. You nasty little fucker.

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