𝐬.𝐝.𝐤 ( malejandro )

five*

mattia isn't the best at a lot of things. he isn't really that artistic, he can't drive, and can't really express his emotions too outward. he's not that well comfortable in his skin. he's just... mattia. he's great at things.

but one thing particular, mattia is absolutely beyond great at a damn sinner.

🏳🐚 SMUT-WARNING 🍶☁️

alejandro was in his lap not for the first time.

mattia's hands on alejandro's hips and alejandro's hands threading through his short hair, right down to his scalp. it's hot how mattia's hands are pressing so tight into his skin, the bruises could be hand- shaped. he's marking his priority, that isn't actually his. he wishes.

everything narrows down to the feeling of alejandro's lips against his own, and they kiss maybe a dozen times, just slowly and carefully. the latino tilts his head and mattia could melt to the floor. he's so easy when a whimper crawls out of alejandro's throat.

mattia moves one hand to alejandro's jawline, stroking it softly. he wants the other boy to feel what he's feeling. he wants to be soft just for a little while longer. alejandro touches back lovingly (it feels like it), stroking behind his ear. maybe it's what they need.

they're both fully clothed but they can feel each other through their sweatpants. alejandro tentatively grinds down and groans when he gets the friction he wants, needs. the italian hissed, pulling away from kiss to take off the smaller boy's shirt as well his own. he tosses them into some unknown direction, long forgotten to kiss down his neck.
chest to chest.

alejandro gasped as the boy bite down near his collarbone. he gripped the dark brown hair tightly, tugging on it. mattia groaned softly.

"you're so pretty." mattia praised against his neck, sucking on a specific spot. "you make the prettiest noises." mattia kissed down as far his neck would let him.

"lay back for me." mattia ordered, letting go of alejandro's hips. alejandro followed directions quickly, laid on his back on his bed. he looked up to mattia with blown out pupils, biting his lip. "good." mattia murmured, leaning back up to kiss him again. mattia licks into his mouth and ale, following the instinctive feeling, returns the gesture. he props himself up on his elbows and presses his lips more firmly to mattia's. he feels so hot.

mattia's eyes close as like he's in heaven. he rubs his hand down alejandro's chest. he draws shapes and letters into alejandro's defining abs. mine, mine, mine, he writes into the golden skin.

he pulls back, looking alejandro in the eyes. "what do you want?" he asked hoarsely. i did that, alejandro thought. "whatever you want." alejandro replies, choked up. he tries to catch mattia's lips again but the boy backs up. "what do you want?" the itailan asks again. he travels his hands to his inner thighs, watching alejandro writhe.

"we don't got have much time- uh." he stutters as mattia pressed his palm into his print. he bucks up into the hand, moaning. the pressure is just enough for him. he'd take anything from mattia.

"you want this. you want me to choose for you because you can't do it for yourself." mattia smirked, taking his hand away. he watched as alejandro whined and bucked into the air. he desperately wanted the friction back. he was getting too impatient and too horny.
he pushed down his own sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion to reveal his hard dick, laying on his stomach.

"please." alejandro playfully fluttered his eyelashes, wiggling his hips for mattia to get the hint. mattia licked his lips, then biting them. "you want this?"

"yeah," alejandro rasped out. he sounds so wrecked from barely anything. he's so responsive and desperate. mattia could've sworn he was made for this.

his fingers are hovering low on ale's stomach, teasing the skin under his navel, and alejandro can feel the heat of his hands on his cock, can feel how close they are to touching him. then mattia's palm on his shaft and fingers stroking back to the base and all complaints are gone.

they hadn't done this in so long, alejandro could cry.

alejandro hears himself, hears a loud 'ah-ah-ah' as his hips piston forward greedily. he wants it. mattia is sliding his fist back up, wrist twisting through the movement. alejandro grips onto mattia bicep to keep himself grounded or else he would dissolve into his mattress.

the latino is panting as he watches mattia's thumb flick over the head and he's bucking into his fist and moaning so, so loud. he's dripping with precum. mattia smears it to use for lube without taking his eyes off him. mattia's eyes are stalking him like prey and he can't look away. they're dark brown, intoxicating, and intimidating. alejandro has never felt more wanted than in this very moment with mattia's hand stroking his cock.

"so loud, rosario. you're just begging for it, huh?" he speeds up, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "so good for me, ale. so so good for me." alejandro groans and whimpers, tucking his face into mattia's neck, breathing heavily.

he doesn't know how to ask for mattia to keep talking. he loves it when he talks. his voice is commanding, deep and sweet. he'd do anything he told him to do.

mattia twisted his wrist and oh my god, alejandro is so close he can taste it. "mattia, matti," he repeats over, over and louder and louder. he's so close.

"i know, i know." mattia murmured, moving his hand faster and apply more pressure. "i know you what you need, alejandro." he kissed down his v-line. the italian saw no marks in between the boy's inner thighs. that just won't do. he started sucking and biting the defined thighs until they were bright red and pink.

"cum for me, baby."

the tension built and built till it broke. it's felt so sudden and bright and big alejandro is so overwhelmed with pleasure. his abdomen tenses and his hips buck forward, two tight little jerks into mattia's fist.

his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth is open and he's moaning one long drawn out sound of mattia's name and it feels so good. mattia pumps him through his orgasm until he is oversensitive and whining from the feeling of it all. all the tension in his body has left and he's so soft. he feels like he's in ecstasy, high off pleasure.

mattia had already came in his boxers just from the sight of alejandro and the way he responded to him in such a way.

alejandro came back to earth with a giggle and small smile and mattia's heart burns with want again.

god, he loves him.

*** 🌹 SMUT OVER⚘ ***
um, what's up guys !!
happy may
stay safe and have sum smut <3
i'm hella nervous about this so um.
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