[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 34: I Never Want to Hurt You

He was so lost in the sudden void of the drawer that he didn’t hear the door click open. He didn’t hear the silent footsteps across the plush carpet.

"What are you looking for, Adrian?"

Adrian flinched, his whole body jolting as he spun around.

Matteo was standing right behind him. The warmth from earlier was gone.

His face was hard. And his eyes... cold.

"I... I was looking for something to read," Adrian said, his voice trembling slightly. He forced a small, innocent smile. "I didn’t think you’d be back so soon."

Matteo didn’t move for a moment, his eyes fixed on Adrian like he was trying to read him. Then his expression eased, though his gaze stayed hard to read.

"Okay... baby," Matteo said softly.

He stepped closer, his presence filling the space as he wrapped his arms around Adrian’s waist and pulled him against his chest.

"Next time, if you need something, just tell me," he added quietly. "Don’t go looking around on your own. It’s not right to do that here, okay?"

Adrian nodded quickly, his heart still racing. "Okay. I’m sorry."

"It’s okay, baby," Matteo said, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Adrian’s nose.

But Adrian’s mind wouldn’t settle. Questions kept rushing in. Where did that diary go? Had he imagined it this morning? No... he was sure he had seen it.

He got so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize his body had gone completely stiff in Matteo’s arms.

"What are you thinking about?" Matteo asked, his voice low.

Adrian snapped back to reality. "N—nothing," he whispered. "Just... tired."

"Tired?" Matteo repeated, a faint smirk on his lips. "Are you tired... or do you want me?"

His hands moved over Adrian’s body, slow and familiar.

They moved back to the bed, the sheets cool against their skin. Matteo leaned in, kissing him again, his touch wandering, trying to bring back the heat from earlier.

Adrian tried to respond. He really did.

But he couldn’t focus.

His mind was somewhere else, stuck on that drawer.

"Matteo... can we stop?" Adrian asked, gently pushing at Matteo’s chest. "I’m sorry. I’m just... I’m not in the mood anymore."

Matteo paused, his breath hot against Adrian’s neck. "But I am."

"I’m sorry," Adrian repeated. "I’m just really tired. Everything caught up to me."

Matteo let out a quiet sigh, the tension showing in his shoulders, but he didn’t push. He pulled back and looked at Adrian.

"Alright," he said softly. "Do you want something to eat?"

"No, I’m fine," Adrian said, turning his face away.

They showered in silence, the steam doing nothing to clear the heavy tension between them. After dressing for bed, they climbed back under the covers. Adrian stayed on his side, keeping a careful distance between them. Matteo didn’t say a word, but he moved closer, wrapping a protective arm around Adrian’s waist and pulling him back against his chest until they both drifted off.

Or so Adrian thought.

A few hours later, believing Matteo was deep in sleep, Adrian carefully slid out of the bed. He moved like a ghost across the room, his feet silent on the carpet. He went straight back to the shelf, searching every corner, moving every file, desperate to find that pink book. But it was gone—truly gone.

He put everything back exactly as he found it. Instead of going back to bed, he walked over to the sofa and sat down in the dark, pulling his knees to his chest. He felt a sudden, crushing weight in his heart. Maybe he was just losing his mind. Maybe he missed his family so much that he was seeing things that weren’t there. He sat there in the shadows, blaming himself for the grief that still felt so raw.

Across the room, Matteo lay still, his face partly hidden by the pillow, his eyes wide open. He watched Adrian’s every move in total silence, his expression unreadable as he witnessed Adrian’s quiet breaking point from a distance.

He didn’t move. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t call out. He just watched.

Adrian stayed on the sofa, his shoulders trembling as the weight of his memories and confusion finally overwhelmed him. He cried quietly, his tears soaking into the fabric, until exhaustion took over and he drifted into a restless sleep right there.

Only then did Matteo sit up. He stared at the slumped figure across the room, his expression softening into something raw and heavy.

"I never want to hurt you," Matteo whispered into the quiet. "I never want to be the reason you break. I just want to see you heal... to see you happy. I’d do anything just to see you smile every day, Adrian."

Matteo stood and crossed the room. When he reached the sofa, he knelt beside it and slid his arms carefully beneath Adrian’s limp body. He lifted him with ease, holding him close against his chest.

The movement stirred Adrian. A soft, broken sound slipped from him as his lashes fluttered, trying to open his eyes. Everything around him was blurred, heavy with sleep.

"Matteo...?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and the remnants of tears.

"Yes, baby," Matteo answered, his voice a soothing, low rumble.

Hearing that familiar tone, Adrian leaned his forehead against Matteo’s shoulder, giving in to the warmth, and let himself be carried back to bed.

When they reached the bed, Matteo tucked him in and pulled him close, holding Adrian against his side. This time, as they drifted to sleep.

The next morning, soft golden light filled the room.

Matteo woke first, his eyes immediately settling on Adrian’s sleeping face. He didn’t move away. Instead, his thumb brushed lightly along Adrian’s cheek.

He leaned in, placing slow kisses along Adrian’s neck and shoulder, his touch warm and careful, like he didn’t want to wake him too quickly.

Adrian shifted beneath the covers, a soft, needy sound slipping from his lips as awareness returned to him. The warmth of Matteo’s hand, moving beneath the thin fabric of his nightwear, sent a slow shiver through his body, pulling him fully awake. His eyes opened, still heavy with sleep, only to meet Matteo’s gaze, dark, intense, and filled with unspoken hunger.

He didn’t pause, didn’t think.

He reached up, his fingers tangling in Matteo’s hair, and pulled him down into a deep, bruising kiss.

Their tongues clashed in a frantic, wet rhythm as the heat between them spiked instantly.

Matteo’s hand found Adrian’s cock, which was already pulsing and hard from the morning heat.

He wrapped his fingers around the length and began a slow, hot stroke. Adrian let out a moan directly into Matteo’s mouth, his hips bucking upward to meet the touch.

Not wanting to be the only one receiving, Adrian reached down and gripped Matteo’s thick, throbbing cock.

They lay there in the tangle of silk sheets, their mouths locked together, muffling each other’s desperate sounds. The only noise in the quiet room was the rhythmic sound of skin against skin and the heavy, hitched breathing of two people losing themselves in the moment.

"Matteo... fuck," Adrian gasped against his lips, his thumb swiping over the crown of Matteo’s head.

Matteo groaned, a guttural sound of pure want, as he picked up the pace. His thumb worked the tip of Adrian’s cock while he pumped him with a steady, relentless pressure. They were jacking each other in a blurring synchronization, their bodies shaking with the building tension.

The friction turned hot. Adrian’s back tilted off the bed, his heels digging into the mattress as he felt the wave about to break. Matteo let out a low growl, his teeth grazing Adrian’s lower lip as he pushed them both over the edge.

They came together in a heavy, pulsing rush, their moans lost in one another’s mouths as they finally slumped back into the pillows, breathing hard and slick with sweat.

Matteo reached for a tissue, his movements careful and unhurried as he cleaned them both with quiet, attentive gentleness. When he was done, he drew Adrian back into his chest, holding him close.

Adrian didn’t resist. A soft, satisfied sigh left him as he settled against Matteo’s chest.

"How do you feel this morning?" Matteo murmured, his voice softened into a low, lingering warmth as he brushed a stray strand of hair gently behind Adrian’s ear.

Adrian looked up, a soft, genuine smile spreading across his face. "Better. It’s hard not to feel good when I wake up to the best touch in the world."

Matteo chuckled, as he began to stroke Adrian’s bare back in long, soothing lines.

The room felt warm, quiet, and safe.

"Matteo?" Adrian said softly.

"Yes, baby?"

Adrian rolled his eyes at the nickname but didn’t pull away. "For this trip we’re taking... can we go shopping? I want to get you some new clothes."

Matteo looked confused. "Why? I have entire racks of clothes I haven’t even worn yet."

"I’ve seen your closet, Matteo," Adrian said, propping himself up on one elbow to meet his eyes. "Everything in there is black. Can we please get you some color? I think it would suit you better."

Matteo made a face, clearly offended. "No, baby. Never. Black makes me look hot. It stands out perfectly... and it’s practical."

"I don’t want you walking around like a literal devil all the time," Adrian teased, poking Matteo’s shoulder.

"But I am the Devil, Adrian," Matteo replied with a playful glint in his eyes. "And the Devil doesn’t wear pastels."

"Fine..." Adrian huffed, pretending to pull away and climb out of bed.

Before he could move an inch, Matteo’s hand shot out, catching his waist and pulling him back onto the pillows.

"Not so fast," Matteo said. "If you want me to change my entire identity, you’ll have to persuade me... cutely."

Adrian groaned. "And what exactly does ’cutely’ mean to you?"

Matteo smirked, pulling Adrian closer against him. "Say, please, sweetheart... come shopping with me and wear something colorful for me."

Adrian made a gagging sound, laughing even though he tried not to. "Never. I’m not saying that."