Owned By The Psychotic Billionaire (Mafia BL)

Unlike the previous night, where Orion had to carefully ease open a terrified, tense body, Adrien’s muscles recognize the touch.

He relaxes far quicker this time, his hips sinking slightly into Orion’s palm as two long fingers work their way inside him, massaging the tender, tight walls with slow, rhythmic motions.

”Ah...” Adrien lets out a soft, quiet gasp, his fingers digging into Orion’s shoulders for balance.

”Good,” Orion mutters softly, watching Adrien’s face closely to catch every reaction. ”You feel so soft today, Adrien. So fucking warm.”

He adds a third finger, spreading him wide, easing the lingering soreness from the night before with deliberate, careful pressure.

He presses against that deep, sensitive bundle of nerves inside, and Adrien’s back arches slightly, a faint shudder running down his spine.

”Orion...” Adrien murmurs, his voice breathy and thin.

Orion pulls his fingers out with a soft wet sound. He sets the bottle back down on the nightstand, then takes hold of his own thick length, guiding the broad tip directly to Adrien’s entrance.

He doesn’t push up forcefully. He just holds himself there, letting Adrien feel the sheer size of him resting against his delicate skin.

”Take it at your own pace,” Orion says quietly, his hands sliding up to grip Adrien’s waist gently, giving him total control over the movement. ”Push down when you are ready.”

Adrien opens his eyes, staring down into Orion’s pupils.

The psychological shift in his head is dizzying. Seven years ago, he ran because he thought Orion would crush him, break him, and tear his life into pieces. Now, this same monster is lying flat on his back, giving up all physical leverage, letting Adrien dictate the exact speed and depth of the entire encounter.

It makes Adrien feel strange. It makes him feel powerful and fragile all at the same time.

Slowly, Adrien grips Orion’s broad shoulders, lifting his hips slightly before lowering himself down onto the wide head.

A tight, overwhelming stretch fills his lower body instantly. Adrien freezes, his breath catching in his throat, a small frown appearing on his forehead as he adjusts to the intrusion.

Orion doesn’t move. He keeps his hands firm on Adrien’s waist, holding him steady, not forcing him down an inch further than he wants to go.

”Breathe,” Orion whispers, reaching one hand up to gently brush a strand of dark hair out of Adrien’s eyes. ”You’re fine, duckling.”

Adrien lets out a long, shaky exhale through his nose. He waits until the initial tightness fades into a deep, heavy warmth, and then he slowly sinks lower.

Inch by inch, his body swallows the thick length. He goes down until his thighs rest flat against Orion’s hips, completely full, taking every single inch of him.

”Fuck...” Adrien breathes out, his head falling back as a wave of intense, heavy pleasure hits his chest.

Orion lets out a low, rough groan from deep in his throat. His hands tighten on Adrien’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above his hips.

”You fit me so well,” Orion rasps, his dark eyes darkening further as he stares up at Adrien’s flushed face. ”Look at you. Sinking all the way down on me like you belong here.”

”Shut up,” Adrien murmurs weakly, though he doesn’t pull back. He rests his hands flat on Orion’s chest, feeling the heavy, rapid thumping of Orion’s heart beneath his palms.

Slowly, testing his sore muscles, Adrien lifts his hips, sliding up until only the tip remains inside, before sinking back down with a smooth, heavy rhythm.

The movement sends an electric shock of pleasure straight up his spine. Adrien gasps loudly, his eyes slipping shut as he begins to move himself on top of Orion.

He takes his time, finding a slow, rolling pace that doesn’t hurt his bruised body. Every time he slides all the way down, the deep angle hits that exact spot inside him, making his breath hitch and his toes curl against the dark bed sheets.

Orion watches him with an intensity that feels like fire on skin. He doesn’t take over instantly. He lets Adrien set the speed, keeping his hands anchored on his waist, occasionally thrusting up just a fraction to meet Adrien’s downward weight.

”You look beautiful,” Orion says softly. His voice is raw, stripped of all its usual coldness and arrogance. ”So beautiful like this.”

Adrien opens his eyes, looking down through a haze of pleasure. ”You are... such a liar.”

”I never lie to you,” Orion replies firmly. ”I told you last night, I will never lie to you again.”

He reaches up, sliding his hands up Adrien’s torso, his thumb gently tracing the pale yellow bruise near his ribs. He doesn’t press down to cause pain. He just holds the warm skin, worshipping every mark left on Adrien’s body with a gentleness that feels completely alien coming from him.

As Adrien continues to roll his hips, the pace naturally begins to pick up. The soft friction between their bodies creates a slick, rhythmic sound in the quiet bedroom.

The morning light grows brighter around them, throwing soft golden light over their intertwined skin.

Adrien’s breath grows ragged. His movements become slightly erratic as the pleasure builds higher and higher, coiling tight in his lower stomach. He moves faster, sinking down harder on Orion’s length, desperate for the deep friction that drives away every remaining thought.

Orion senses the shift immediately.

He sits up slightly, wrapping his strong arms around Adrien’s back and pulling him close against his chest. He changes their position, taking the lead smoothly without losing a single beat of the rhythm.

With Adrien wrapped securely in his arms, Orion guides him back down onto the mattress, hovering over him once more.

”I’ve got you,” Orion whispers into Adrien’s ear, his voice dark and smooth.

He begins to thrust from above. His movements are still surprisingly controlled, but they carry far more power now. He glides in and out, setting a deep, relentless pace that fills Adrien completely with every single push.

Adrien grips Orion’s forearms, his legs hooking around Orion’s waist to hold him close. He lets out soft, breathy sounds with every thrust, completely overwhelmed by the sheer warmth and intensity of the sensation.

”Orion—” Adrien gasps, his chest rising and falling fast.

”I know,” Orion answers, his hips driving forward with slow, heavy precision. ”I know, duckling.”

Orion leans down, capturing Adrien’s lips in a deep, hot kiss.

It isn’t a rushed kiss. He takes his time, sliding his tongue into Adrien’s mouth, tasting him, swallowing every small whimpering sound that escapes Adrien’s throat. His hands slide under Adrien’s back, supporting him, cradling him like something precious and rare.

Adrien melts into it completely.

The lingering emotional walls inside his mind—the paranoia, the bitter anger, the constant instinct to run away—break down entirely under the weight of Orion’s quiet, steady tenderness.

He yields to the pleasure, opening his mouth wider, wrapping his arms around Orion’s neck, pulling the larger man as close as physically possible.

Orion thrusts deeper, finding that sensitive spot again and again with rhythmic precision.

The heat inside Adrien’s stomach explodes. His body tightens violently around Orion, his inner muscles clenching down with intense force.

”Ah! Orion!” Adrien cries out, his head snapping back against the pillow as a sharp, brilliant orgasm rips straight through his entire body.

He comes hard, his warm seed spilling over his own stomach and Orion’s hand. His entire body trembles, his vision going white at the edges as he rides out the wave of intense pleasure.

Orion doesn’t stop instantly. He continues to thrust through Adrien’s climax, his movements deepening, his breath growing loud and harsh against Adrien’s ear.

”Adrien...” Orion groans, his grip on Adrien’s waist tightening to a near-bruising force.

With three powerful, final thrusts, Orion buries himself as far as he can go, his hips locking against Adrien’s thighs as he spills his warm release deep inside him.

He falls forward, resting his forehead against the side of Adrien’s neck, his heavy chest heaving as he catches his breath.

The silence of the large bedroom settles back over them, broken only by the sound of their quiet, synchronized breathing.

For a long time, neither of them moves.

Adrien lies there, completely spent, his body feeling like liquid against the soft mattress. The lingering warmth inside him feels soothing, replacing the sharp aches from earlier with a deep, heavy relaxation that washes over his mind.

Orion slowly shifts his weight, sliding out of him with a soft sound, but he doesn’t move away. He pulls the heavy duvet back up over their shoulders, tucking Adrien securely against his broad chest.

Adrien rests his cheek against Orion’s warm collarbone. He is too tired to move, too tired to speak, and far too comfortable to care about the absurdity of the situation.

”You’ve tired me out now. Am I going to have to sleep again?” Adrien murmurs faintly, his eyelids fluttering shut.

Orion rests his hand on the back of Adrien’s head, his long fingers gently playing with the soft dark hair at the nape of his neck.

”Yes,” Orion whispers smoothly, pressing a warm kiss to the crown of Adrien’s head. ”Sleep, duckling. I’m right here.”

Adrien lets out a quiet breath, burying his face deeper into Orion’s chest, and lets himself fall fast asleep.