4

Nani's hands roam over Sky's bare chest as the escort lies beneath him, helpless for a moment with the mafia straddling him.

Clothes are scattered across the floor, and bare skin presses hotly against bare skin. The room echoes with the soft sound of Nani's whimpers and Sky's low groans.

But when Nani's hand moves toward Sky's bulge, the escort reacts fast, flipping their positions until Nani is the one beneath him.

One thing about Sky in bed, he's always the one in control.

No matter the situation or status outside these walls, in bed, he never lets anyone dominate him.

Nani is caught off guard by the sudden shift.

He instinctively tries to reverse their positions again, but Sky pins him firmly into the mattress, holding both of Nani's hands beside his head.

Their eyes lock.

Nani's jaw is tight, teeth clenched, breath coming faster. But beneath the resistance, something in his gaze shifts.

Surprise. Challenge. Maybe even a hint of surrender.

"No one's ever topped you, huh, mafia?" Sky asks, a subtle smirk curving on his lips.

The same boy who seemed shy and innocent at first is now completely different and Nani hasn't expected that.

He shifts beneath Sky, attempting to break free, but the movement only makes Sky press down harder.

Nani's breath catches in his throat.

Sky reminds him of someone, the only man who's ever topped him.

The one who stole his heart and shattered it.

Nani turns his face away, avoiding Sky's intense gaze. But this time, he surrenders.

Slowly, his body relaxes beneath the man now straddling him.

Sky dips his head, nuzzling into Nani's neck. The warmth of his breath sends a shiver down the mafia's spine.

Then he feels it. Sky's mouth, soft yet firm, suckling at his neck. A slight bite follows, just enough to leave a mark.

Then lower, toward his collarbone, Sky's lips trail, leaving behind a series of delicate, blooming reminders of the moment.

Nani's breath hitches again as Sky's lips explore his skin with unexpected tenderness. The earlier dominance gives way to something gentler.

It confuses Nani more than he wants to admit.

Sky's movements aren't just about seduction or power. They come with purpose, as if trying to understand him, to trace the pieces of who he is through skin and touch.

And Nani lets him.

For the first time in a long time, he doesn't resist.

The silence between them is filled with warmth and quiet breaths. Nani's hand reaches up, brushing through Sky's hair softly, without command.

"You're not like the others," he whispers.

Sky lifts his head, eyes searching his. "Neither are you."

For a moment, everything is still.

Sky flips Nani's body, positioning him so that his bare back now faces the man above him.

Nani's breath hitches.

No one, not even the man he's tried to forget, has ever had this kind of control over him the way Sky does.

Nani grips the bedsheet beneath him as he feels it, Sky's thick fingers pressing into the curve of his waist, trailing hot kisses along his back.

"Where's the lube?" Sky asks, moving toward the drawer beside the bed, only to find it empty.

"Just take me raw," Nani says, and Sky freezes.

"No. That'll hurt you," he says firmly, and Nani grits his teeth in frustration.

The man from his past, the one haunting his mind never showed this kind of concern.

"U-Use your fingers," Nani suggests. Sky doesn't argue. Instead, he brings his fingers to Nani's lips.

The mafia man turns slightly to frown at him, clearly offended by the gesture.

As if it's not enough to be pinned helplessly beneath him, now Sky wants him to suck his fingers to prepare for what's next.

"You suggested it," Sky says, unfazed. "Don't look at me like that."

Nani's glare lingers a moment longer, sharp and cold. But then his lips part.

His tongue brushes against Sky's thick fingers, warm and hesitant at first, then more insistent, wet suckles, reclaiming some measure of power in the moment.

His pride wavers, but something deeper, need, maybe rises to take its place.

Sky watches him, eyes dark, breath slow. He doesn't speak, but the air between them tightens with something burning.

A desire.

When Sky pulls his fingers away, they leave a trail of heat across Nani's lips.

He brings his hand down slowly, tracing the line of Nani's spine before settling between his thighs.

Nani's muscles twitch at the first touch.

"Relax," Sky murmurs, his voice low and calm, too calm for what he's about to do.

One finger slides into his hole, slick with spit and patience. Nani hisses but doesn't pull away.

His fists tighten around the sheets, jaw clenched, trying not to make a sound.

"Still think you don't need lube?" Sky asks quietly, not mocking, just honest.

Nani doesn't answer. His silence says everything. His body trembles.

Part resistance. Part surrender.

Sky leans in again, pressing a kiss between Nani's shoulder blades, his free hand stroking gently down his side.

"You don't have to fight me," he says, adding a second finger.

Nani gasps, back arching.

His pride is a fragile thing in this moment, held together by the thinnest thread of control and Sky is pulling it apart, piece by careful piece.

And still, some part of him wants more.

Sky's fingers move slowly, stretching and exploring never rushing but never pausing long enough to let Nani fully adjust.

Every inch presses in deep, drawing a sharp gasp from Nani's throat.

His body trembles under Sky's touch, hips twitching involuntarily as heat pools low between his legs.

Sky's other hand grips the curve of Nani's hip, holding him steady, controlling every movement.

"You're tight," Sky murmurs against Nani's skin, voice low and rough. "But you know your body well. You'll take this."

Nani's breath comes in ragged bursts, and for a moment, all the fight in him breaks down.

His body arches, pressing up into Sky's hand, craving more, despite every instinct screaming to resist.

Sky slides a third finger in, slow and steady, testing the limits.

"Breathe," Sky commands, pressing a kiss to the back of Nani's neck.

Nani tries. He clamps his eyes shut and lets the sharp burn spread. The strange, fierce pleasure mingling with pain.

Sky's fingers pull out slowly, then slide back in, slick and sure. The pace picks up. Smooth, relentless.

Then, without warning, Sky shifts his weight, pressing his bare length flush against Nani's entrance.

Nani freezes, muscles clenching tight around him.

"Look at me," Sky says, voice rougher now almost a growl.

When Nani meets his gaze, Sky pushes in slow at first, inch by inch until they're fully joined.

The room fills with the sound of breath and skin, the wet slickness of their connection, the low groans escaping Nani's lips as Sky sets the pace.

Deeper. Rougher. Relentless.

Nani's hands dig into the sheets, nails scraping fabric as his body trembles beneath the raw, fierce thrusts.

Sky leans down, his breath hot on Nani's ear.

"I'd love to see your people's reaction, seeing their mafia boss moaning for an escort he just met a few hours ago," Sky mocks.

Nani only responds with more moans spilling from his wet lips.

"God, you're a gorgeous thing," Sky murmurs, holding Nani's hips tightly, driving himself harder and deeper inside.

His calloused hand finds Nani's ass, groping it firmly until Nani's cheek flushes red from both the pressure and the way Sky thrusts deeper.

Nani arches even more, sweat slicking his skin and forehead, hair tousled from resistance.

Sky doesn't slow. Each thrust hits deeper, harder—driving them both toward the edge.

His grip on Nani's hips tightens, fingers digging into skin, holding him in place like he owns every inch of him.

Nani's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling under the relentless pace.

The heat between them builds. Raw and fierce, mixing pain with pleasure until it's impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

"Tell me you want this," Sky demands, voice rough, barely a whisper.

Nani's eyes lock on his, burning with need. "I want you," he gasps. Voice cracked, but desperate.

Sky smirks against his skin, biting gently at Nani's neck before pushing deeper, claiming him again and again.

Their bodies move together. sweat-slick, wild as the world shrinking to the sound of their moans and the pounding of skin on skin.

Sky's calloused hand slides around to cup Nani's throat briefly. A sharp contrast to the heat and softness of their connection. "You feel so good," he growls.

His grip on the sheets tightens as he gives himself over completely.

Sky's pace turns brutal but controlled.

Each thrust is measured, deep, sharp like he knows exactly how to tear Nani apart and piece him back together in the same breath.

The bed creaks beneath them. a A steady pace of raw, relentless need.

Nani shivers.

Every drag of Sky inside him sends shocks through his core, nerves burning, back arching higher.

His legs tremble, barely holding the position but Sky's hands are always there.

Steady. Strong. Holding him through the chaos.

"F-fuck you, Sky..." Nani moans, helpless.

Sky leans down, lips brushing against his ear. "Who's the one being fucked right now? You sound better than I imagined," he whispers. "Falling apart just for me."

One of his hands slides beneath Nani, wrapping around his cock, stroking in time with every thrust.

The added friction sends Nani's body into overdrive, hips jerking back with raw desperation.

Skin against skin.Sweat. Breath. Sound.

The room is thick with sex and lust, everything intimate.

Sky groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Nani's back as he thrusts harder, chasing his edge.

"You feel so fucking good," he hisses. "So tight. So fucking perfect."

Nani can't speak anymore. Only sounds, only the way his body pulses and pushes back, giving everything he has.

And just when he thinks he can't take more, Sky slams into him one last time and growls, "Come for me."

The command hits Nani like a spark to dry tinder.

His entire body tenses, muscles locking as heat explodes from deep within him.

He cries out. Raw, unfiltered as he comes hard into Sky's hand, body shaking with the force of it.

The pleasure crashes over him like a wave, unstoppable stealing his breath and every coherent thought.

Sky doesn't let up.

He keeps thrusting through Nani's orgasm, riding every spasm, chasing his own high.

His grip tightens. One hand on Nani's hip, the other still slick and warm hovering over his ass.

With a final, broken groan, Sky buries himself deep and comes hard, hips jerking forward as he empties inside him.

His body collapses against Nani's back, trembling, breath hot and heavy against his shoulder.

For a moment, neither of them moves.

Just their breathing. Heavy, uneven fills the room.

The scent of sweat and cum lingers thick in the air.

Sky stays inside him, arms wrapped tight around Nani's waist like he can't let go.

Not yet.

Nani's body is boneless beneath him, chest heaving, lips parted in the aftermath.

His hair clings to his damp forehead, his skin flushed and marked by Sky's hands, mouth, grip.

"You ruined me," Nani whispers hoarsely.

Sky chuckles softly against his neck. "You let me."

And for once, Nani doesn't argue.

They stay like that for awhile, the room quiet except for the soft sound of Sky's breathing.

His slow, gentle snores fill the space.

Half of his body still draped over Nani, shielding him from behind.

Nani grips the bedsheet tightly, his chest rising and falling with each silent breath as tears threaten to spill.

He clamps a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle the sob building in his throat.

Eyes squeezed shut, he refuses to turn and look at Sky.

He's never been this careless before.

Escorts come and go. They do their job. He never lets them stay the night. Never brings anyone into his private space.

All sex business stays at the villa.Not here. Not in his safe space.

But tonight, he offers it to Sky.

And that terrifies him more than anything else.

All he wants is a moment of comfort. A moment of closure. From a stranger who somehow sees past the facade.

And now that Sky has become that person, Nani makes a quiet vow to himself.

He will never let anyone in again.