[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 191: The Day I Wanted to Top You

Matteo absorbed their words, realizing they were speaking out of genuine loyalty and concern. He let out a slow breath and nodded. "I understand. I’ll work on it."

After that, Tony and Matteo spent a bit more time discussing other security matters before Matteo finally went upstairs to the master bedroom.

The moment Matteo stepped inside, Adrian rushed toward him, his face lighting up with a huge grin.

Matteo chuckled as he caught him by the waist.

"What’s gotten into you, love?" he teased. "Did you win the lottery or something?"

"I’m just really happy," Adrian said, unable to hide his excitement. "An important client personally invited me to a party next weekend. He insisted on delivering the invitation himself."

Matteo stared at him, a brow raised. "You’re smiling this much just because of a party invitation?"

"Well, yeah. I’ve been working with him for quite a while," Adrian said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"He’s handsome, rich, and always smells amazing whenever I’m working on one of his nude portraits."

He grinned wickedly.

"Honestly, that client is practically perfect."

Matteo’s smile vanished. He shot him a flat, deadpan look. "Oh, so he’s more perfect than your boyfriend?" Without waiting for an answer, Matteo turned around and walked over to sit on the sofa.

Adrian giggled and immediately followed him, sliding onto the sofa right beside him. He leaned in close, wrapping his arms around Matteo’s arm.

"Hey, my boyfriend smells amazing," he said with a grin. "One of the first things that attracted me to you when we met was the way you smelled. You looked so handsome, so put together, and then there was your scent."

His smile widened.

"You’re so good-looking that, for the first time in my life, I found a man attractive. There’s no way that client is better-looking than my man."

Adrian leaned closer, his voice softening with sincerity. "My man is the only man I want to be with," he said softly. "You’re the only man I find attractive, and you’re the only one I want. I don’t want anyone else."

Matteo’s jealousy instantly melted. A dark smirk spread across his lips. He shifted, climbing right onto Adrian’s lap, stranding his legs on either side of his hips. "Babe," he murmured, his hands sliding up to frame Adrian’s face.

"Yes, love?" Adrian answered, looking up at him.

Matteo slowly brushed Adrian’s hair back, his thumb tracing his cheekbone. "So you really found me that attractive from the very beginning, huh?"

"Yes," Adrian admitted, a flush creeping up his neck. "But the day I found you the most attractive was the day I came over to draw your nude portrait."

Matteo let out a low chuckle, his eyes darkening. "Did you think about being under me that day?"

"No," Adrian said bluntly.

Matteo blinked, surprised. "Why?"

"Because I wasn’t thinking about being under you," Adrian grinned, his hands coming up to grip Matteo’s hips. "I was thinking about topping you."

Matteo burst into a loud laugh. "You wanted to top me?"

"Yes, baby," Adrian said with a grin, completely shameless and unbothered.

"And why is that?"

Adrian’s hands slid down from Matteo’s hips, firmly grabbing Matteo’s ass and squeezing.

"Because you have a damn sexy ass, Matteo, and you look fucking clean. I’m being entirely honest with you now—that day, I wanted to top you so bad. You have incredibly sexy legs, a sexy body, and those pink nipples... I was fighting for my life to stay professional. For the first time, I found it hard to focus on my artwork."

Matteo smiled, deeply amused and turned on by the confession. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Adrian’s. "How about you top me after you completely recover?"

Adrian’s eyes widened, a breathless smile breaking across his face. "Are you for real?"

"Maybe someday," Matteo teased, tracing Adrian’s jaw. "How would you handle me?"

Adrian’s grip tightened on his waist, his voice dropping into a raw, dirty whisper. "I’d hold you and give you a good romance until you’re completely ready for me. I’d make you hold onto the table or the wall, put enough lube on cock and your entrance, and slowly stretch you with my fingers before sliding my cock all the way inside you."

Matteo swallowed hard, his chest heaving. "Fuck, Rian... that sounds tempting. I actually want to try that so badly."

"Then, when I’m fully inside you," Adrian continued, his eyes locked onto Matteo’s lips, "I’ll hold your waist low and deliver a sharp spank to that beautiful ass, watching it bounce right on my cock."

Matteo’s eyes went completely dark. The vivid description shattered his restraint. He leaned in, burying his face in the crook of Adrian’s neck, his breathing growing exceptionally heavy and ragged. He was completely turned on. Moving blindly, his mouth slammed against Adrian’s lips, locking them into a fiercely hot, desperate kiss.

Their tongues clashed instantly. It was a bruising, needy kiss filled with built-up tension from two months of starvation.

In the heat of the moment, Adrian’s hand slid straight down inside Matteo’s sweatpants, his fingers instantly wrapping around Matteo’s fully hardened cock.

"Baby, let’s do it," Adrian gasped into the kiss, his voice trembling. "I’m so hard too. Fuck me, Matteo."

"No, baby," Matteo groaned against his mouth, trying to maintain some sanity. "The doctor..."

"Stop, baby," Adrian said, cutting him off. He stubbornly refused to let go of Matteo’s cock.

Instead, he grabbed Matteo’s hand and shoved it straight down his own trousers, forcing Matteo’s fingers to wrap around his throbbing, leaking length.

Adrian whimpered at the sudden touch, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Baby, please... just use your hands. I’m not asking you to penetrate me. Please, Matteo, I need this."

Matteo looked down at him, his own vision hazy with lust. Seeing Adrian this desperate, combined with the heavy ache in his own hardness, made him give in.

"Fine," Matteo growled.

Without taking off their clothes, Adrian pulled Matteo’s cock free from his pants, and Matteo did the same for Adrian. Both of their lengths were fully exposed, slick and dripping with thick pre-cum. Matteo immediately grabbed both of their cocks, pressing them flat against one another, binding them together in his tight grip.

He began to stroke them, his hand jacking both of their cocks together in a fast, ruthlessly tight rhythm.

The physical friction was blinding. Adrian let out a loud, undone sob, his head throwing back as Matteo frictioned them together, the slick pre-cum creating a loud, squelching sound between their skin.

Matteo pulled him back in, devouring his mouth again so they could muffle their intense, ragged moans directly into each other’s lips. Matteo’s hand pumped faster and harder, the intense friction driving them both right over the edge within minutes.

"Fuck, I’m coming!" Adrian screamed into the kiss, his entire body going completely rigid as he violently convulsed.

"Fuck, I’m close!" Matteo roared, his jaw clenching as his own release hit him like a freight train.

They both violently came together, thick ropes of warm cum shooting out to coat their hands and Adrian’s chest, staining their clothes.

Matteo came directly over Adrian’s cock, his release heavily covering both of their cocks as he slowly stroked his length one last time to empty every drop over him. Both of them looked down, completely dazed as they stared at the thick, slick mess they had made together. They panted heavily, chests heaving in sync as the intense aftershocks rocked their bodies.

Slowly, their breathing began to steady in the quiet room. Before the reality could sink in, Matteo leaned forward, finding Adrian’s mouth again for a few more soft, lingering, affectionate kisses.

When he finally pulled back...