[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 15: Sex Claimed, Debt Paid

The sudden, overwhelming friction of Matteo’s tongue and the suction of his throat shattered every defense Adrian had built.

"Fuck..." Adrian gasped, his head thumping back against the pillow as his hips bucked involuntarily.

Matteo’s hand closed firmly around the base of Adrian’s length, his grip steady and possessive, holding him exactly where he wanted him. He glanced up once, dark eyes gleaming with quiet satisfaction as he watched the proud Adrian slowly come apart under his control.

A faint smirk touched his lips.

With his free hand, Matteo slid his palm up Adrian’s chest, his fingers pausing to toy lazily with a nipple, rolling it between his fingertips. At the same time, his mouth moved over the head of Adrian’s cock, each movement careful enough to make Adrian feel every second of it.

Adrian tried to stay quiet, gripping the silk sheets so tightly his fingers curled into the fabric. He refused to touch Matteo, determined not to show how much he was already losing control.

But his body betrayed him. His eyes were wide, his breathing uneven, each shaky breath telling Matteo exactly how close he was.

Then Matteo suddenly took him deeper, drawing him in until Adrian felt the back of his throat. The sensation hit him all at once.

Adrian’s hips lifted off the mattress, his control finally breaking. His hands shot into Matteo’s hair before he could stop himself. A low sound escaped him as he began to move, thrusting helplessly, chasing the heat of Matteo’s mouth.

"Fuck... I’m going to come... I’m so close," Adrian groaned, his voice breaking.

Three years without anyone had left him painfully sensitive, and the control he’d been clinging to was slipping fast. As the pressure built, he reached down, trying to push Matteo’s head back. He didn’t want to finish in his mouth.

But Matteo’s hands locked around his waist, unyielding.

He didn’t move.

With one last deep thrust, Adrian came hard, his whole body tensing as the release tore through him. He shuddered against the sheets, breath shaking as the last of the tension slowly drained from him.

He collapsed back onto the pillows, immediately throwing an arm over his eyes to hide his face.

"That was quick," Matteo teased.

Adrian said nothing, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to steady his breathing. He heard the faint scrape of a drawer being opened. Matteo pulled out a pack of cigarettes, along with a bottle of lubricant and a condom.

Adrian kept his eyes closed, refusing to look, pretending he hadn’t noticed what Matteo was preparing. A moment later, the quiet click of a lighter broke the silence.

"I want you to watch when I enter you," Matteo said calmly, releasing a slow stream of smoke into the air. "I know you’d rather not see it... But you’re going to look."

He clapped his hands once, and the bright lights in the room dimmed, fading into a softer glow that cast long shadows along the walls. The atmosphere shifted, quieter and more intimate.

Matteo reached over and gently pulled Adrian’s arm away from his face. "With this light, you can see just enough. I’ll be satisfied knowing you can see me in the dark."

Matteo took one last drag from his cigarette before crushing it into the ashtray. Then he reached for the condom, rolling it on with steady hands. After that, he spread lubricant over himself before pouring a generous amount at Adrian’s entrance, taking his time as he prepared him, each careful movement making Adrian’s nerves tighten with anticipation.

"Breathe, Adrian," Matteo said calmly.

He shifted Adrian’s position, lifting his legs and settling him more comfortably. His movements were patient, gentle, strangely at odds with the dangerous edge that always surrounded him.

Slowly, Matteo guided himself closer, the tip of him brushing against Adrian’s entrance, testing the heat there as he paused, giving Adrian a moment to adjust.

"I’ve got you," Matteo said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle as he began the slow entry. "Just breathe for me."

Adrian let out a jagged gasp, his eyes flying open in the dim light. "Ah—wait... mmh..."

"Relax. It’s almost in," Matteo murmured. He didn’t rush. He waited for Adrian’s body to stop trembling, and then, with one steady, powerful thrust, he slid all the way inside.

"Mm, it’s... It’s a lot. It hurts," Adrian choked out, his eyes welling with involuntary tears.

"I’m sorry," Matteo said quietly, the apology slipping out before he seemed to realize it. He leaned down, hovering over Adrian, his voice softer than before.

"The pain will only last a little while," he murmured. "Soon it’ll ease... and it will start to feel good. I promise."

Matteo leaned down, aiming for Adrian’s lips, but Adrian turned his head away at the last moment, a quiet, stubborn act of defiance. Matteo didn’t force it. Instead, he lowered his face to Adrian’s neck, breathing in his scent as his body began to move in a slow, steady rhythm.

Matteo had never been known for patience in bed, but this time he held himself back, restraining his usual roughness for the man beneath him.

"Fuck... you’re so tight, Adrian," Matteo muttered against his skin, his voice low and rough. "And I like knowing I’m the first."

He began to pick up the pace, the friction sparking that promised heat.

"Slow... please," Adrian whispered, his fingers digging into Matteo’s forearms.

Matteo gritted his teeth, fighting his own mounting urge to lose control. He stayed buried in Adrian’s neck, his thrusts deliberate and deep.

"Adrian... please... slower..."

Matteo let out a low growl, frustration and desire mixing in the sound, but he slowed down as Adrian asked. His movements became steady and controlled, dragging the moment out.

Gradually, Adrian’s sounds shifted, what had started as strained breaths softened into confused, needy whimpers as his body began to adjust to the slow, relentless rhythm.

Matteo continued carefully, watching Adrian’s reactions. Then, suddenly, he shifted just slightly and hit a deeper spot inside him.

Adrian’s breath caught.

"Yes... right there," he gasped, his voice shaking. "Please... deeper."

Encouraged by the reaction, Matteo moved a little faster. Adrian’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer. His hands clutched at Matteo’s shoulders as his head fell back against the pillows.

"Deeper... please..." Adrian murmured, his eyes squeezing shut as Matteo’s thrusts grew stronger.

"Fuck... yes..." Adrian whispered, trying to hold himself together.

Matteo felt his control slipping. He moved harder, chasing his release as the friction reached a fever pitch. He could feel Adrian’s internal muscles clenching around him, pulling him toward the edge.

Adrian tried to hide his face, tried to keep the pleasure to himself, but he lost the battle completely, his head falling back as he cried out with every impact.

"I’m going to cum," Matteo groaned, his voice a guttural rasp.

He gripped Adrian’s hips, his movements becoming fast and frantic. With a few more powerful, staggering thrusts, Matteo let out a long, low moan as he finally hit his peak. His body jerked as he emptied himself into the protection, his weight collapsing onto Adrian.

Adrian trembled beneath him, both of them left breathless in the aftermath.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Matteo pressed a slow kiss to Adrian’s neck as he calmed down, his arms wrapped around him.

Adrian lay there, staring at the dim shadows on the ceiling. Finally... this is over, he thought to himself. I’m free now. I can now live without worrying about anything.

After a moment, Matteo pulled out.