Time seemed to stop when those words came out of Aleksander's mouth.
Is this basterd really going to go through with it?
Matteo let out a shudder as short breathes exited his body while laying on the plush bed, propped up by his arms.
His chest was bare, revealing the intricate drawings that stretched out across his entire body like veins.
He didn't know what was sweat or what was water dripping from his body.
Aleksander kneeled just above him taking of his shirt with disgusting poise as he held his unmoving gaze at Matteo.
"Don't be frightened," Aleksander said with a soft chuckle as the last of his shirt regretfully slips off his body, revealing his broad and pale chest. "I will make sure you somewhat enjoy it."
Matteo glared at him with untrusting eyes before flickering downward to his stomach where a healed scar drew across his stomach.
Then he glanced down further to his crotch. He grimaced at the sight of his member buldging against his pants.
A rough hand clamped over Matteo's mouth without warning, cutting off his breath as his back hit the mattress with a heavy thud.
The impact knocked the air from his lungs. Silk pillows crumpled beneath his head as the bed dipped under sudden weight. Matteo's heart slammed against his ribs, adrenaline spiking so fast it made his vision blur.
Aleksander loomed over him.
Up close, he was worse—too solid, too real. One knee pressed into the mattress beside Matteo's hip, trapping him there without effort. The hand over his mouth was firm, unyielding, fingers flexing slightly as if reminding him how easy it would be to apply more pressure.
"Don't worry. I won't be fucking you in the ass," His smile deepened as his eyes narrowed and glistened with such blazing passion. "Yet."
Matteo glanced down as Aleksander unzipped his pants, letting his erect member bounce up.
Matteo's chest rose sharply beneath him. A bead of sweat slid down his temple despite the chill crawling over his skin. His eyes flicked up, locking onto Aleksander's.
They were bright. Focused. Alive with something sharp and dangerous.
Matteo's eyes widened momentarily before snapping back to reality. He clenched his hands into fists as a vein popped from his neck.
What the fuck am I doing taking his bull shit?
His fist came up fast, muscles tensing as he swung toward Aleksander's face—anger, fear, and pure defiance driving the motion.
He didn't get far.
Aleksander's free hand snapped up and caught Matteo's wrist mid-swing with brutal precision. The impact stopped Matteo cold, the force jarring all the way up his arm. At the same time, the hand over Matteo's mouth tightened—firm, unrelenting—pressing his jaw just enough that Matteo felt a sharp flash of panic.
One wrong move, and something would crack.
Matteo's breath hitched, chest rising sharply beneath Aleksander's weight. His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out everything except the steady pressure keeping him pinned in place.
Aleksander clicked his tongue softly, amused.
He didn't look angry. If anything, he looked entertained.
A grin spread slowly across his face as he loosened his grip on Matteo's wrist just enough to pry his clenched fingers open, one by one. The gesture was almost gentle—mockingly so—like correcting a child rather than restraining a grown man.
"That's no way," Aleksander said smoothly, voice calm and teasing, "to treat your lover, zaika."
Matteo's brow twitched upward despite himself, eyes narrowing sharply in disgust.
The word hit wrong—too casual. And his glare burned with open hostility.
Unable to speak, Matteo let out a series of muffled, furious grunts beneath Aleksander's hand, his body tense with restrained resistance.
Aleksander only smiled wider.
He gripped his wrist and led it down, forcing Matteo feel his slick, erect cock rub against the palm of his hand.
Matteo's senses raged inside him, colliding all at once until it made his head spin. The room felt too close, the air too thick to breathe properly. His stomach churned violently, a sharp wave of nausea rising up his throat as he fought to keep it down.
"I think it's time to put your foul mouth to better use, hm?" Aleksander suddenly pushed himself upward.
He used his knees to press down on Matteo's upper arm to keep him imbolized.
Matteo could already feel his arm going numb, a dull pins-and-needles sensation creeping down from his shoulder as the weight pressing against him refused to ease.
His muscles burned from the strain, trapped and useless beneath the pressure, fingers twitching slightly as circulation slowly faded.
When Aleksander finally lifted his hand from Matteo's mouth, the sudden release felt almost shocking. Matteo sucked in a sharp breath, lips parting instinctively. A thin, unpleasant trail of saliva clung to his skin, cooling quickly in the open air and making his stomach twist with fresh disgust.
He turned his head slightly, jaw tight, trying not to think about it.
Matteo gasped, sticking his tongue out partially to take in more oxygen. When he looked up, the only thing he saw was a massive rod hovering above him.
Pre-cum dripped menacingly onto Matteo's cheeks, sliding down to his chin.
"UGH! Fuck! Get the fuck off me you son of a bitch!"
Aleksander laughed as he wrapped one hand around Matteo's throat and yanked his hair back with his other hand.
He squeezed Matteo's throat just enough to keep a wide entrance before slipping the tip inside.
Not even a second later, Aleksander moved his hand to the back of his head and thrusted his entire cock into Matteo's mouth.
"Mmh.." Aleksander exclaimed after relaxing his entire lower abdomen on Matteo's face.
Matteo's legs flailed upwards violently as if it would help. His fingers curled inside the sheets as it was the only thing he could do other than choke on his massive dick.
"Ahhh..~~ your mouth is so slick and wet..."
Aleksander starting thrusting in and out like a madman.
Matteo choked as the hot, oozing member pulled out momentarily, only to plunge its way back inside as if it was trying to reach his stomach.
Tears dwelled in eyes as his feet fought against the air. Aleksander's pre-cum mixed with Matteo's saliva, making it drip down Matteo's chin.
His face heated up. The blood rising to his head as his eyes slowly started rolling back.
Aleksander started to speed up his movements, becoming more aggressive as he chased for his release.
He could hear Aleksander's heavy breathing from above him as he slammed inside Matteo's mouth like he was working a nine to five.
"Don't waste a single drop little zaika."
With that, Aleksander led one last brutal thrust into Matteo's mouth, making his balls slap against his wet chin as he let out a deep and satisfied groan, emptying himself inside Matteo's throat.
Matteo could feel and taste the hot, thick liquid rolling down his throat and entering his stomach.
Once Aleksander finally pulled his slick cock out of Matteo's mouth, he began coughing—choking up excess saliva and cum.
The grimey and salty taste was left punctured into his tastebuds. The corners of his mouth bled like little needles.
He turned to his side coughing and gasping for air as he started spitting out whatever he could with his own saliva
"You... fucking... " Matteo turned. His eyes a deadly red colour as he glared at Aleksander smiling him. His cock still dripping from Matteo's saliva.
"BAASTTERRDDD!!!" Matteo swung his leg towards his chest before swinging it as hard as possible right into Aleksander's cock making him fall over the edge of the bed.