Chapter 2. Sensual Desires

As they made their way into one of the hotel rooms, Marco wobbled and slumped forward, his body leaning heavily on Antonio.

“You feel so good… why is that?” He asked as he glanced down at his flushed face, his eyes half closed.

Even without seeing each other’s expressions, the desire between them was undeniable. They could sense the attraction, the unspoken desire that seemed to vibrate through the air. 

It was as if the darkness had heightened their other senses, allowing them to feel the connection more intensely.

Marco’s feathery touches on Antonio’s body sent a spark of sensation within him. 

Pushing him to the bed, he bit his lower lip and whispered, “You’ll Regret making this decision. I’m not someone you want to mess with. I can be dangerous.”

Antonio clicked his tongue as he stood upright and was about walking away when Marco gripped his jacket with surprising strength. His face red from all the drinks he guzzled down so aggressively back there.

“I know you want me. Stop being so stubborn,” Marco dared, bringing his finger to his lip.

“Fuck!” Antonio moaned before tugging him closer, crashing his lips against his.

Marco held him tighter as their kiss deepened, his hand tangled in his hair.

Antonio could feel his body betray him, his arousal heightening. His cock stiffen against the tightness of his pants and he was getting so hard from this young champ’s seductive touch.

No man had ever made him feel this way.

“You’re not too bad. Since you asked for it. I’ll gladly give it to you,” Antonio whispered, his breath hot against Marco’s mouth, his eyes filled with lust.

He reached down and groped Marcos, eliciting a moan from him. Marco grabbed his shoulders and deepened the kisses 

As their tongues clashed, Antonio’s whiskey-tinted mouth intoxicated Marco further. The taste of alcohol mixed with his unique sweetness clouded his senses.

As Antonio leaned forward, Marco took off his pants and undid the zipper.

His face remained poised over him, breathing heavily.

Antonio’s cock broke out, huge, veiny and loaded as it rubbed against Marco’s flushed face. Their lips crashed once more–hard, heated, stealing the breath from each other’s lungs.

It wasn’t a kiss–it was a claim.

“Fuck!” Antonio muttered through gritted teeth, trying to hold back. As Marco rubbed the base of his cock, Antonio could already feel himself at the edge.

He shoved his hand into Marco’s thick hair and thrusted gently into his mouth, losing himself in the sensation.

A strange kind of excitement ran down Marco’s body when he saw Antonio’s expressions. 

Antonio rubbed the tip of his cock on his tongue before gradually shoving it forcefully inside his mouth.

The heat of Marco’s mouth made him moan feebly. He could already feel the pleasure building in his lower abdomen, but there was still a long way to go.

Antonio moaned as he continued licking the tip of his d**k like the pro he was. 

Marco’s dreamy eyes filled with passion made Antonio thrilled as he pushed the head of his dick inside with more force. 

Marco opened his mouth by the forceful impact as he swallowed his cock. 

He could feel the tip in his throat now, which made him gag a bit as Antonio retracted to let him breathe. Antonio did not want to wait any longer, and the moment was opportune enough to completely overtake him.

He gave only a few moments to him before shoving his hardened cock into his mouth once again.

Antonio could see his eyes welling up with tears, which were none other than the indications of a rough and forceful blowjob. 

The warmth of his mouth sent a strange sensation within him, and the wetness of the saliva added to the pleasure. A raging Antonio could already feel himself on the verge of bursting into his mouth but refrained from shooting his load at the roof of his mouth.

He started stroking himself into his mouth slowly while making sure every stroke hit his throat. Marco’s eyes became teary, but he did not hesitate or refuse. 

The slurp of voices soon fell into his ears when he increased the pace a bit. After a few strokes, he tried hard to push his long thickness into his mouth, but even the forcefully deepest stroke left a few inches of his shaft outside.

Marco tried his best to press his face deeper into his groin, while Antonio stood there on his feet without moving. Saliva began to drool from Marco’s mouth and fell on his neck, the certain sight added to his hardness.

Antonio swiftly pulled off Marco’s pants, tossing him aside..

“I told you I can be very dangerous. We’re just getting started,” He whispered in his ears through gnashed teeth, his breath lingering on his skin.

Marco’s pink tight hole stares back at him, looking more appealing than he ever thought it would. 

What a young man with a pretty face and a perfect ass

Antonio thought…

“Fuck!” Marco moaned, nibbling at his lower lip as Antonio slid a finger inside.

Marco’s hips jerked and continued to moan louder as Antonio kept moving his finger and thrusting harder. 

As Antonio pressed on, Marco’s moans came out in breathy gasps.

And then he plucked his other finger, loving how he adjusted to it like a needy slut.

“Holy shit!” Marco groaned, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he clenched his fist.

He tightens as Antonio presses in deeper, thrusting faster and hitting that spot that had him begging for more.

“You like that.. don’t you?” Antonio whispered as he grazed his nape with his lips.

After a few more thrusts, they finally unraveled. Marco’s hips jerked as Antonio buried his cock in him. His moans rendered in the air that night, with his body trembling beneath him.

The thrusts increase at every pace, taking him to an extreme stage of cloud nine. .

When they finished, Antonio collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted. 

Their chest rises and falls in sync, the aftermath of their shared climax leaving them breathless.

Exhaustion weighed down their eyelids, and sleep overtook them.

***** The next morning ~

Rays seeped through the gap in the curtain, bathing the room in a warm glow. 

Marco’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was a strange ceiling. He sat up immediately, his eyes darting around as he scrutinized every detail of the strange room and his heart pondered on how he got here.

His eyes widened at the sight of the man sleeping beside him, his back turned to him.

The man's long dark hair covered the pillow he laid his head on and he was so muscular and huge with his bare back studded with strong muscles.

Disappointment coated Marco’s features and his cheeks heated up in embarrassment when he recalled everything that happened last night. 

His scattered thoughts returned, arranging themselves like a damned puzzle, and his eyes sprang wide like saucers when he realized what he had just done. 

He could recall taking a small drink at the bar and.. everything became blurry and dizzy… he got so hard at the sight of the man at the urinals and…..

A sigh escaped his lips as he slid his fingers into his hair and rubbed his temples.

The sudden chime of his phone pierced the thick silence, drawing his attention to it.

His eyes went wide. It was a call from the hospital.

“Mr. Marco, this is Dr. Smith from the ICU at General Hospital. We’re calling about your mother’s condition. Unfortunately, her heart rate has become unstable, and she’s experiencing severe respiratory distress. We’re doing everything we can to stabilize her, but we need to discuss her treatment plan with you as soon as possible.” 

The doctor’s voice echoed in Marco’s ears and his phone slipped from his trembling hands.

Without wasting much time, he scrambled to gather his scattered clothes from the floor.

His gaze drifted to Antonio while he buttoned his shirt.

He still had no clue who he was. And although he’d love to know, this wasn’t the time for it.. His mother’s life was hanging in the balance.

Grabbing his few items, he dashed out of the room and closed the door gently behind him.

Antonio’s eye cracked open. Marco had left his side, leaving behind only the faint scent of his cologne.

After Antonio had finished his bath, the door creaked open. Two of his bodyguards arrived with the suit he ordered.

Antonio adjusted his waistcoat, glimpsing his perfect features in the mirror. 

“Boss. We’ve got a situation. The Esposito family is asking for a meeting.” Luca, Antonio’s bodyguard, informed him, his voice low and gentle.

Antonio sighed and turned to face him after working on his buttons. “I’ll hear what they have to say. Set up the meeting for tonight, neutral ground. And make sure we’re covered.”

He grabbed his suit and stepped out of the room.

His chauffeur, Franco, opened the door and gave him a polite bow.

Antonio slid into the backseat while the door closed with a soft thud. 

His bodyguards sat beside him like statues, and a thick silence ensued.

Franco turned on the ignition and eased the car into gear, the engine purring as he accelerated onto the highway.

Antonio’s thoughts drifted towards Marco.

Although he had little to no clue who he was, he wouldn’t deny that he felt this unexplainable pull towards him. A burning desire to have him in his clutches.

The buzzing hum of the activities in the city shattered his thoughts.

Clearing his throat, he turned to his bodyguards and instructed, “I need you to find someone I met at the club yesterday. I can’t remember anything about him. Name, features. Nothing. Just see if you can find anything about him.”

“We’ll do our best, boss. But without details, it’s going to take some time. You don’t recall any of his features? Or anything that can help narrow it down?” Luca asked politely.

With no clear details, it was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Antonio narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall everything that happened last night. He recalled how he had shoved his fingers into the champ’s hair.

“Brown..” He spat out.   

“He has brown hair. He’s tall, slender and smells of last night’s whiskey and cedarwood. Do all you can to find him.” 

“Okay boss.” 

 Antonio retrieved a pen from his pocket, his attention lingering on it. The pen was definitely for Marco and it must have slid out of his pocket during their intimate moment.

That pen. Antonio thought. 

It’s mostly used by medical students.

Could Marco be a medical student?

This thought crossed Antonio’s mind, given the pen’s association with the medical field.