"Let me go! I don't have an ID." Enzo tried to jerk his hand away from the man in front of him. His face wasn’t really clear to him because of the black plastic mask he was wearing. It was in sheer black just like his black eyes.
He realized the man in front of him has very beautiful green eyes. They were almost like the deep forest he once visited when he was young. Although he can't figure out how he looked, his body was very bulky and he was very taller than him which is why he could only reach his biceps.
"Follow me, Gatito." It came out very softly from the taller. Enzo knew who he was. Enzo knows this voice but he couldn’t figure his face out. He couldn’t force anymore and followed the male while the taller held his left hand by his right, locking their fingers.
"Welcome sir!" Enzo looked at the bodyguard opening the door for the man in front of him. He didn’t ask for an ID but let both of them inside of the club.
It was like a new world to Enzo. The neon lights were added to the loud music. People dancing, drinking and forgetting the world must be fun because of hoe they looked so happy. Several colors ran all around his eyes while he noticed the older was dragging him inside softly until they reached the counter.
Enzo eyes wonder across the collection of alcohol behind the barista once he tried to keep his cold. His breath racing faster than the time he rode a bike for the first time behind some older guys he met. It was last time he rode it though but it was so fast and awesome he almost committed a sin.
"Shots?" The barista asked sheepishly.
"Tch.. Beer."
A cold bottle of beer was served in front of Enzo. Marcelo sighed him to take the bottle but he didn’t let go of his hand. The younger took the bottle and give it a small sip which helped his dried mouth but it was still confusing to him.
Who was this man?
The questions in his mind were left unsaid because of the stronger man dragging him somewhere. It took them few seconds to reach the rooftop but it was very unlikely of the scene Enzo witnessed downstairs. Unlike there, this place was filled with very rich people. Almost every of them were in suit while lots of sexy guys and girls lured around them.
The people gave a weird look to Enzo when he passed them behind Marcelo but the other didn’t care, he kept on pulling Enzo until they were in an empty space. Marcelo put Enzo down on the couch while Enzo kept rolling his eyes around the whole place. His body was shivering with the cold but the expensive couch with a very wealthy atmosphere made his heart race.
"Is the beer warm already?" Marcelo asked very softly and finally let go of the younger's hand. Enzo shook his head very rapidly and took another sip from his beer. His mouth kept drying up and goosebumps started to rose.
Upon noticing, Marcelo pulled his suit off, covering the younger into his warmth. It wasn’t much of a gesture but Enzo could now see the triceps popping out of the tight black shirt. He knew he shouldn’t stare at a male but he has taken this male's dick in his mouth. Kinda worth it!
Marcelo tucked few strands of hair behind Enzo's ear while his fingers started to caress his jaw. Enzo wanted to say something but those green eyes checking him out made his throat stop. He couldn’t made up his mind of asking this man's name.
"What is your name?" Enzo finally filled himself with the courage to ask to which he got a soft answer from Marcelo.
"Marcelo." The word has an accent to it which was expected but it wasn’t as soft as Marcelo replied like rather it was raspy and deep.
"Do I owe you something?" Enzo spoke low, not trying to offend the older.
Marcelo slowly dropped on his knees, wanting to come to a same height as Enzo and having an eye contact. Both of their eyes met softly and at that moment Marcelo forgot who he was. He caressed his thumbs at both of Enzo's knees, soothingly.
"Technically no. I own you. I bought you." Marcelo replied without any hesitation. He kept soothing Enzo while the later tried to fix everything in his mind.
"Does that make me your slave?"
"Nothing makes you a slave to anyone, mi Gatito. Eres tan hermoso.. " Marcelo's big palm brushed against Enzo's cheek. He softly looked at the young boy who was scared for his life, thinking what might come next for him.
"Can I go home then?"
"Yes. Yes of course. Let me take you home." Marcelo's voice rushed along with his blood. The younger male has too much going on him. His innocent eyes that makes him so pure yet dirty along with the soft pink lips with no asian tan. He is just one beautiful man!
Marcelo pulled Enzo out of the club just as he pulled him in. There was a black bike standing right outside of the club and Marcelo walked right beside it along with his boy.
"Is this yours?" Enzo asked softly, seeing Marcelo sitting down.
"Get on!" Marcelo had a small smile attached to his lips not being shown, Which he thanked the mask for. Enzo climbed on he bike, sitting his little ass down. The distance between the both male slowly closed as Marcelo started to ride his bike off towards the street Enzo lives in.
The distance wasn’t really much and it didn’t take them that long to be in front of his house. Enzo was the first one to get off of the bike while Marcelo was still on it.
"Enzo?" Before he could even get inside of his house, Marcelo deeply called.
"Yeah?" Enzo's body took a simple quick turn. He watched the older male climbing down from the bike, standing right in front of him.
The intrusive thoughts that cross Marcelo's mind are most likely to happen and today wasn't the opposite of it. He softly pushed Enzo to the wall next to them, caressing his two gloved fingers around Enzo's cold nipples which make the younger squirm with sudden comfort.
"C-can I see your face?" Enzo spurt out from his mouth while Marcelo was being busy tormenting his nipples.
"Yes. You can." it was almost when Marcelo's hands were all over Enzo's chest, Enzo carried his hands towards the male's face, taking the mask off. He realized the green eyes came along with very hard facial shapes. Strong nose along with mid plump lips. He couldn’t adore Marcelo's facial for long because the older male couldn’t hold himself back from kissing the younger.
He attached his lips with the little one's, giving them a little lick before he took his lips in his. The slow kiss made Enzo melt against thievery big body which was held fully by the older. Marcelo licked and sucked on his bottom lip while teasing the upper, gaining a small squirm underneath the streetlights.
Their kiss didn’t last, Marcelo had different plans for the younger instead. Once his tongue was allowed inside of Enzo's mouth, he crushed the capsule into his mouth, drugging the younger.
"Marcelo?" Enzo called out.
"Sleep, Gatito." Marcelo put a very small peck. Putting the younger to sleep. He probably wanted more and could have gotten more but the obsession and need keeps his blood running fast. He likes that feeling.
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AMBROSIANO || MxM 18+
Romance"Esto es muy hermoso.. " _____________________ Marcelo Ambrosiano never really was in love or had an obsession until he met Enzo. He never knew what obsession was but whatever it was, it was stronger than his vodka control and he loved that.
