[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Finally Home Fuck After Forgiveness

Guiding him down slowly, Matteo laid Adrian back against the mattress, his fingers trailing through the silky ginger hair fanned out across the white pillows.

Matteo leaned down closer, his breath hot against Adrian’s ear as he whispered, "Your new hair suits you so beautifully. I love it."

Adrian offered a breathless smile, looking up at him from the pillows.

Suddenly, Matteo climbed off the bed. He reached for his suit jacket on the chair, retrieved his phone, and immediately returned to Adrian’s side. Straddling Adrian’s waist, Matteo looked down at him while Adrian lay flat on his back, tracking his movements with a quiet curiosity.

Matteo slowly opened the camera application, holding the phone up slightly. "Can I take a picture of you?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.

Adrian’s voice was a soft, tentative whisper. "Like... like this?"

Matteo nodded gently. "Yes, baby."

Adrian looked down at his own completely bare torso. A sudden, involuntary tremor ran through his frame. Feeling exposed and intensely vulnerable beneath the camera’s lens, his hands instinctively flew up, crossing over his chest to shield himself. It was the subconscious reaction of someone deeply uncomfortable with the intimacy of the request, yet too deeply in love to say no firmly.

Noticing the trembling of his hands and the subtle panic in Adrian’s eyes, Matteo immediately lowered his phone, his protective instincts overriding his desire. "Forget it. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked..."

Adrian swallowed hard, forcing his hands back down to his sides to uncover himself. "Go ahead," he murmured.

"It’s fine, babe," Matteo insisted, setting the phone against the mattress. "I will take pictures of you later, when you have your clothes back on."

"Do it," Adrian said, his eyes searching Matteo’s face. "I just... I want to know if you plan to post it online."

"No, never, baby," Matteo said quickly, his tone absolute. "I just want to have pictures and videos of moments like this kept entirely for myself on my phone. But if you are not comfortable with it, I truly understand. I won’t do it."

Adrian took a deep breath, his racing heart steadying at the reassurance. "Do it."

Matteo studied Adrian’s face for a long moment, ensuring there was no lingering distress, before picking up his phone again.

He toggled the camera, carefully capturing the elegant, pale lines of Adrian’s bare body against the sheets, ensuring the lighting highlighted his beauty without making him look exposed.

Then, Matteo shifted his position, lying down flush against Adrian’s side to capture the two of them together.

He took a series of photos, one of Adrian looking directly into the lens with a shy, breathless smile, another of Matteo kissing the slope of Adrian’s shoulder while Adrian’s fingers tangled in his hair, and a final, candid shot of their hands tightly intertwined against the dark velvet headboard.

Satisfied, Matteo tossed the phone carelessly aside, completely dismissing the distraction. He turned his full attention back to the man beneath him, leaning down slowly to press a deep kiss against Adrian’s waiting lips.

Adrian responded with a fierce, starved hunger, pulling Matteo down by the shoulders and kissing him back as if he wanted to consume him entirely. He wrapped his arms tightly around Matteo’s neck, anchoring him close.

Matteo took his lower lip between his own, deep and possessive, while Adrian claimed his upper lip in exchange. Their tongues tangled in a breathless, slick rhythm, the heat of their mouths slick with saliva as their breathing grew louder, filling the quiet space of the suite.

Adrian’s fingers tangled firmly into the back of Matteo’s neatly styled hair, pulling him closer still. Matteo shifted his weight, aligning their frames perfectly so he could slowly grind his hips downward.

The friction of their bare skin sent a jolt of electricity through them, their fully aroused lengths rubbing together with every slow, deliberate movement.

"Baby..." Adrian moaned against his mouth, a breathless, pleading sound.

Matteo dragged his lips away from Adrian’s, trailing hot, wet kisses along his jawline, down the sensitive column of his neck, and across his collarbone.

He used his tongue to trace a path down the center of Adrian’s chest, teasing the pale skin and making Adrian groan restlessly beneath him.

When Matteo’s lips finally closed over one pert, aching nipple, Adrian let out a loud, broken moan, his head tossing back against the pillows.

"Baby, I missed you so much," Adrian gasped out, the confession raw and unguided.

Hearing those words, an intense flare of possessiveness surged through Matteo.

He began to suck the sensitive peak deeply, using his teeth to nip gently at the base before soothing it with the flat of his tongue.

While his mouth worshiped one side, his free hand rested firmly on the other side, his thumb flicking and rubbing the opposite nipple to keep both sides burning with a matching, agonizing pleasure.

Adrian’s chest heaved, his voice fracturing into a continuous string of breathless moans that echoed off the high ceilings. The sheer intensity of the sensation had him arching his back slightly off the mattress, his fingers tightening in Matteo’s hair.

Matteo’s hand slid down from Adrian’s chest, tracing a burning line over his ribs and down his flat stomach until it gripped Adrian’s length.

He cupped his cock gently before wrapping his fingers securely around the base, beginning a steady, rhythmic stroke.

Matteo swirled his tongue expertly around Adrian’s chest and neck, his mouth never leaving Adrian’s skin while his hand maintained a relentless, tight stroke on his groin.

Adrian was entirely helpless under the onslaught, his moans turning into ragged, high-pitched gasps as the dual pleasure threatened to pull him under.

Matteo finally shifted his position, crawling further down the bed. He stopped at Adrian’s stomach, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his navel, before moving between his thighs.

The moment Matteo’s hot breath fanned over the sensitive head of his length, Adrian’s head fell back into the pillows, a sharp shiver racking his entire frame. He lifted his head slightly, his eyes clouded with a dark, heavy haze of lust as he looked down at Matteo, silently begging him for release.

Matteo spread Adrian’s legs wide, exposing the flushed skin and the tight, untouched entrance he had despaired of ever seeing again during those two months of separation.

Wanting to make the transition as seamless as possible, Matteo brought his fingers to his mouth, wetting them thoroughly with saliva.

He gently brought his fingers to Adrian’s cheek, teasing the entrance and making Adrian completely surrender before he pressed his first finger against the rim, sliding it inward with a slow, careful pressure.

Adrian gasped, a mixture of sharp tightness and intense pleasure hitting him all at once.

Matteo paused, giving him a moment to adjust before adding a second finger, stretching him with a slow, circular motion that drew a low, broken whine from Adrian’s throat.

By the time Matteo added a third finger, Adrian’s hips were twitching restlessly, his breath catching in his chest as his body fully opened up, slick and prepared for the heavy friction to come.

With three fingers buried deep inside him, Matteo began to pump his hand in a deliberate, relentless rhythm.

The room was instantly filled with the heavy, slick, squelching sounds of friction mixing with saliva, each deep thrust echoing in the quiet room.

Matteo angled his fingers upward, intentionally hooking them to strike the sensitive spot hidden within, sending a violent jolt of pleasure straight through Adrian’s spine.

"Ah! Baby... please...right there," Adrian screamed out, his head tossing violently against the pillows as a high-pitched, undone moan tore from his throat. The sheer internal pressure was overwhelming, turning his core into a melting pot of intense heat.

Matteo leaned over him, his dark eyes burning with an unhinged, possessive dominance as he watched Adrian unravel beneath him. "Look at you," Matteo growled softly, his voice thick with a low, dirty roughness. "Look how tight you are for me after two fucking months, Rian. You’re dripping wet, stretching so readily around my fingers. You look like a complete mess right now, and you’re all mine."

The filthy words only drove Adrian crazier, his logic entirely obliterated by the sensory overload. Instead of pushing Matteo away, Adrian’s instincts took over. He hooked his legs higher over Matteo’s broad shoulders, tilting his pelvis upward and actively pushing his hips back against Matteo’s hand, begging for a deeper, harder intrusion.

"Deeper... please, baby, put it deeper," Adrian moaned loudly, his hands clawing at the mattress sheets as he chased the friction. "I want it... I need you inside me, Daddy. Please."

Matteo let out a dark, possessive grunt, increasing the speed of his fingers, the wet squelching sounds growing louder and faster as he relentlessly worked Adrian’s walls. "You want my cock, baby? Tell me exactly what you want."

"Yes... yes, your cock," Adrian nodded frantically, his entire body trembling violently from the feverish heat of the pleasure and the exhaustion. "I want it so bad, baby. Take me."

Satisfied by the raw submission, Matteo suddenly pulled his hand back...