The Gangster's Toy

Care

  Alessandro twisted the door knob after he was done contemplating with himself about taking Mateo back or not; on which the heir decided he would, with all due respect, let Mateo stay the night there. He was a bit dubious on the solution his brain presented, recalling how the boy bled in front of him, how puny he looked, how his eyes reflected fear of being left alone, grounded, in a dark room and just how his frail frame shook in terror with a simple look at the heir. Alessandro couldn't help but wonder if the boy was ever taught fighting, arguing, rebelling, but the way he took all his punishments and the way he followed all his unfair rules just told him otherwise. The heir doubted he really was from a family of criminals since Mateo never displayed signs of being one. His mind was preoccupied by a lot of things when he walked into his room, the familiar atmosphere greeting him....however, something was oddly different, someone was there. 

  The tall male peered over at the purple towel on his bed and a hand-carry's lid open, displaying all kinds of clothes for the other gender. He furrowed his eyebrows and picked up a bra from the bag before his eyes shot towards the washroom door that slid open, revealing the pregnant model in her nightgown, her damp hair hanging loosely down the backless lilac piece of clothing. He couldn't deny it, she looked gorgeous but he had other plans and he didn't want an unwanted guest in his room to ruin it for him. Tifanny's lips tugged upwards into a smirk as she walked towards him, her curves swaying from side to side. Upon reaching his spot, she stopped, crossing her long pale arms around her chest, her eyes ascending. 

  "Lorenzo Alessandro. Your wife doesn't sleep with you, does he?", s**t. He clenched his jaw and eyed the female, to knock some lies into her. 

  "Why the f**k do 'you' care?", he retorted, his face just a few inches away from Tifanny's. The girl didn't inch away as he expected her to, but instead tip-toed and brought her small face closer, their nose touching. 

  "You love him but you don't let him sleep with you? That's a pity for him. Maybe you were waiting for me all this time". Her eyes descended to his lips, moving in but Alessandro knew better than let her take over and curved his arm around her neck, taking a fist full of her hair and pulling at them so they part away, just a bit. The girl hissed and held onto his hand, her long nails digging in his knuckles. 

  "Now look at your status, I love him yet he doesn't sleep with me. What made you think I'll be okay with you on my bed if it's not him?", Alessandro spat, pushing her head away making her lose balance and hit the ground in shock. "Don't think you being pregnant will make me be gentle with you. I don't care even in the slightest, I promise". He jeered, the girl eyed him with all her might as she got on her feet. 

  "Do that again and I'll expose your fuckboy self to everyone.", She let out a threatening reply, her eyes dilating when she saw the man grip tighter on her hair this time and dragged her to the exit of his room, pushing her harshly out of the room. Walking back to his bed, he zipped the bag and picket it up, throwing it beside the horror-struck girl. 

  "Goodluck with that. Tifanny", he gave her a sarcastic smile and shut the door in her face, the wind blew in her face, making her flinch as she supported her body with her palms on her sides. 

  Don't worry, Jose Mateo, I'll kick you out of his heart. 

  Mateo arched his back, his hair falling back beautifully before they rested back on his forehead, his lips loosely sucking at the hem of his shirt between his teeth, his grip tightening on the clothed pillow with hand-cuffed hands, unclasping and clasping around the cloth as his eyes shut tight. With his breathing uneven, Alessandro felt his length getting sucked in deeper inside the heated, tight muscles between Mateo's slender legs. With every thrust inside the virgin hole, Alessandro felt himself relieving more and more, appreciating more and more of Mateo. The boy's fragile cheeks were painted with crimson paint, his forehead glistening with sweat in the soothing lights of their room, his lower lip rubbing against the hem of his shirt that he held obediently between his teeth as he dug his head deeper inside his pillow in ecstasy, his bulging collarbone carving onto his milky skin.

  Mateo uttered nothing but his body said it all, he wanted all Alessandro had to offer, he wanted each and every area of his erect length inside of him, to rub against his sensitive muscles, to hit his prostate. The heir knew very well, the needs were clear without any sound from the frail boy, he dipped in his head and embraced the boy's sleek collarbone. The tender skin was tattoo-ed by his previous love bites, some new and some fading from the last time he blessed him with them, the last time Mateo gave his quarter to him. This time Alessandro was greedier and he had an inclination for more, he wanted to mark all of him, wanted to suck all of the innocence out of him. The boy gasped at the foreign touch, almost letting go off the hem but not entirely, he made sure his other half knew he fancied it as much as the other loved his c**k inside of him. He loved it all and Alessandro knew it. 

  Alessandro supported his slender waist in his arm as the other one supported his own frame and worked down there. He pulled his whole length out, his pulsating organ almost whining at the loss of contact before ramming it back home with great force. He hit it. He hit the prostate the moment his sight saw Mateo releasing the trapped and damp hem of the shirt and moaned loudly. 

  "Ahhh", The heir almost whined when the shirt lightly brushed against his nose after getting released, disturbing his little love with Mateo's latte buds. He retreated the arm around Mateo's waist, boring his entire existence onto him as he his palm lidded over Mateo's plump lips hanging open and cupped at them tightly. The taller male's sweat slick torso pressing against the younger male's petite form. He didn't want him to moan, knowing he'd lose the little amount of sanity he had in him and hurt his wife. The shorter male slid his eyes ajar as he relaxed his arched back a bit, his orbs twinkling with tears as he fixed them at his husband's face for answers, his cheeks flushed bright red from exertion when he felt him hit the same spot again, promptly making him shut his eyes and throw his head back to cover up for the suppressing moans. He clutched at the sheets above him, his hand-cuffed wrists chained around a curve in the headboard to restrain his movements.

  The older male sat upright, on his bent knees and raised Mateo's milky legs up to his chest, holding them in place without pulling out for a second and started ramming in deeper. The boy couldn't do much with the hem of his shirt tucked in teeth once again as the heir held tightly onto his thigh against his untamed heartbeat and thrusted deeper. He cursed at the tightness of his hole and how good it felt as tension rose between them, he knew very well he was close so the male wrapped his big hands around Mateo's length, pumping him at the same pace and helped him to reach his own o****m. Mateo had started grasping at the sheets with more pressure and the cloth in his mouth when within few pumps, he released his c*m onto the heir's hands, spilling it all over his own stomach. 

  "f**k, that was...easy huh?", he mocked and continued hitting the prostate over and over again, abusing the spot like no tomorrow when shortly afterwards he came too. He spurted inside his pink cavern with an audible moan.

  Alessandro jolted up straight, his forehead slick with sweat and heartbeat reaching skies. The heir's deep orbs dilated at what he just dreamt about, how did he dream about that? How the f**k. His mind pained with the wet dream and the images of his wife under him, helpless and needy, so arousing....he shook his head, trying in vain to shrug off the late night thoughts about something as unrealistic as his dream. Clutching at the sheets tightly, he hung his head low and let out a sigh before ascending his gaze to a visible tent under the blanket. What the f**k? He cursed at himself for thinking too much and decided he had to release himself, now or he would end up r****g the boy in the cellar, that, he knew he was not worth of. Thinking of the boy, he rubbed his temples at the sudden uproar of pain, trailing his eyes around the room when he felt the mattress shift on his other side, indicating someone's presence and that someone stirring....

  He promptly dug his elbow in his pillow and reached out to the other side of the spacious bed and pulled at the hanging switch of their side lamp. The dim light soon filled the little bubble around it, enough to reveal the heavy-sleeper's face. The last thing he wanted to see was the model sleeping beside him although he asked her not to, he kicked her out. But he was shocked, perplexed and sexually frustrated to find his wife sleeping soundly beside him.........all this f*****g time. Didn't he lock him up? What the f**k was he doing in his bed? All kinds of thoughts danced around his head but not for long when he saw the band-aid around his temple. It took a twinkling to clear his mind off all the things and start over at his face. 

  Mateo's small face was slumped over one side of his head, his eyes shut gently and peacefully to appreciate his long eyelashes, his honey-brown bangs sitting tenderly above the band-aid and covering 20% of his face. He moved further south to notice his cheek, the exposed one had another tiny band-aid on the rosy part, confusing him for a bit before he discerned it was him who gave him the cut after...after he slapped him, his eyes trailed further south to see his mouth slightly open, showing his perfect front teeth. He looked so peaceful, so carefree....so beautiful. Alessandro didn't realise how much he was intrigued by the sight when he exhaled deeply, freeing an imprisoned breath, blinking for the first time since he saw his face as he finally retrieved his hand from the dangling switch and settled it onto the frail boy's bruised cheek, unconsciously brushing his thumb over the exposed cheek. He was brought back to earth when he felt the boy flinch under his touch, making him redeem his position, his hand hanging midway into the air to not disturb the sleeping beauty but it was too late. 

  The younger boy fluttered his eyes open, slowly, trying to register everything he saw. A pair of frog-like eyes hovering above his face and a hand unsure where to settle. He recognised the face immediately, his husband's but he was too confused to know if he was real or not so he just batted his eyelashes in his direction with a horror-struck expression. It was when Alessandro decided to speak that he was aware of the reality. His husband was staring at him......and he looked like, he was relieved? 

  "Umm.....", Alessandro started, earning a terrified reaction from the boy as he pulled the blanket over his head and chanted. 

  "It...It wasn't me, I promise! It wasn't me! No, it wasn't me. Please don't hit me, don't hit me. It hurts, please. Please", The older boy stared ahead, shocked as the boy whimpered, although he couldn't see his face but he knew he was sobbing, he knew he scared him......he knew he was frightened of him. The heir sighed and gently pulled at the corner of the blanket to reveal the terrified boy's face but he kept shuddering and shaking his head as he held it above him. 

  "Shhh it's okay. Calm down, I won't harm you.", he coaxed, assuring his safety as he once again tugged at the blanket. The frail boy kept shaking for some time before he relaxed and let Alessandro pull it down, only to reveal his teary eyes. "Why are you in my bed?", Alessandro inquired but it only made the younger panic and hide under the blanket again, mumbling.

  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"