➳ capo dei capi // l.s.

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" Another one here, please. " the rich boy called, a sweet tone laced around his accent as he did so. He smirked sinfully towards the bartender as he grabbed the shot glass, careful to linger his fingers on hers as he did so. He had his charisma after all.

    A sticky hand glued to Harry, grabbing at his designer clothes and tugging at them, wanting all of his attention towards them. " Yes, baby? " his deep voice worked wonders on others, especially if he added some sweet nothing.

    Then, he felt another hand on his other side, tugging at him like their life depended on it. They were so thirsty of Harry and he simply loved it. He was their oxygen, their source of happiness, their god. Soon, more and more people were jumping on Harry and kissing every part of his bare skin, careful not to let anything uncharted.

    He felt a soft surface bend underneath his bottom as he was pushed down the couch in their reserved part of the club. Nasty hands were traveling and exploring his body, some tugging at his felt which made him roll his eyes. " Now, now, let's not go that far. We're in public. " the wealthy boy muttered calmly as he placed his hands on the strange ones. When he noticed that they kept insisting, he snapped angrily. " Enough is enough! " The person retracted, whimpering at the authority.

He glared at them as he positioned himself on the couch more comfortably before flicking his fingers and letting his hand wander in air. " Cigarette. " One word was enough for the others to comply and submit to his orders like dogs. He loved the power he had over others. He loved how he was worshipped like a god. An unimpressed expression was plastered on his face, seeing their desperate actions to fulfill every single one of his wishes.

Bringing the cigarette in between his lips, the white contrasting with the velvety pink of his lips, a person catches his eye as he approaches him. " What can I do for you? " he automatically asks, unphased by this mundane behavior. His ice gaze studies carefully the silhouette.

The man in front of him presented himself to be as beautiful as a Greek god, greeting the green eyed boy with a perfectly structured face, strong features enhanced by the light. What other better combination could exist than olive skin with plump red lips? And not to mention cat like eyes with long lashes that complimented his cheekbones beautifully. His beauty instantly catches Harry attention which made him lower his wrist, showing him that his attention belongs to him now. The smoke slightly reaches Harry's nose, causing him to scrunch it, before flicking his wrist and someone grabs it away.

" I'd like to offer you a drink. " the man said in a confident, cheeky tone as he sat down in front of Harry and the others. " And maybe, a dance. " he winks at him, smirking devilishly.

Harry stared at him with raised eyebrows before glancing around. Not like he was searching for the approval of the others. Although they didn't look too happy about someone else stealing their Harry.

The boy changed his stance, lowering his upper half towards the raven haired male in front of him, pressing a finger into his chin. " Alright, after you. " Groans and frustrated sighs were heard all around him which only made him roll his eyes. He clenched his jaw as he glared at them, quieting them down.

The man in front of him stretches his hand out politely, offering to help Harry up. The younger boy being the gentleman he is, gladly accepts the hand and signs for his submissives to wait for him until he returns. Oh, how he loved being in control.

" Two shots, please! " the man shouts to the bartender in hopes that she'll hear him. Then, he turned to Harry with an expression that screamed lust and want. An expression that Harry knew too well. " So, what's your name? "

Harry scoffs, not even looking back as he prompted his arms on the counter. " It doesn't matter. We'll just spend a night together and then we'll carry on with our lives. " he closed his eyes in displeasure. He only wanted to bring this god back to the hotel room and have his entertainment. He loved the feeling of lust, the pleasure, the sound of pants after something so intimate and he loved everything about this man's body. The perfect combination. So fortunately for him, he was on vacation in the city of love. What a coincidence. No, not the one from France. The other one, Venice. The most romantic city in Europe with Renaissance-inspired architecture, summer sunsets and narrow canals with gondola rides. Harry had a very exquisite taste and he was quite picky on locations to visit. He needed something sensible, refined. Something that he found himself in. And Venice happened to be the perfect match to his taste.

The raven haired man seemed amused at Harry's response, but nodded nonetheless. " You're right. "

Almost immediately after the man's response, their shots arrived. Harry pursed his lips as they took longer than the other ones to arrive, but he said nothing. He could sue this club for being late and shut it down, ruining every worker's career. But he was too nice for that to happen.

Clinking the glasses together, they throw the drinks down their throats, being instantly met with the feeling of life. The alcohol swimming in his veins made him feel more alive than ever, along with a sour taste that made Harry gasp. It felt too good in his system, like it belonged there. A dumb smile was instantly plastered on his face and the feeling made him want more.

    " Let's get out of here. " the man whispered hotly in Harry's ear, breath fanning over his skin, feeling plump lips tickle his skin.

    Harry parted his mouth as he turned to stare dreamily at the man in front of him. He was in such a good state of mind and he wondered why he felt so dizzy all of a sudden. He wasn't a lightweight. But he didn't mind as long as he felt good. This image didn't go too well with the people waiting for Harry to return so they can jump on him. Harry didn't care. Not when he felt these warm hands doing wonders to him as they made contact with him.

    Harry dumbly followed the man, not thinking twice about what he was getting into. He didn't even notice his slaves gaping and looking offended as they watched with furious eyes. He only cared about getting in bed with the man that was leading him out of the club.

Of course the man had a Maserati. Harry wasn't sober enough to roll his eyes and take in notice this. Even though, he himself had a collection of expensive vintage cars.

The man opened the door for Harry to get in and was pleased when he saw Harry do what he was waiting for. Harry wasn't really conscious of his wrongs when he was drunk. But it didn't matter, because in a matter of seconds, he felt his lids ease themselves and drop. They've been aching to do this for a while.

When the other man claimed the driver's seat he glanced at an unconscious Harry, smiling wickedly before he searched for his phone. The boy looked so peaceful and innocent, far from what he actually was and he knew this well. He caressed the boy's jawline as he heard the phone ring in his ear.

" Got him. "

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So, the first chapter is here ❤️
Really sorry that it's short, I'll try to make the future ones longer!

Anyways, hope you enjoyed and please vote and comment! 🥺