#poor 1x

(Mafioso's hands slip underneath the hem of Noel's shirt, his fingers trailing along the bare skin of his chest. A shiver runs through him at the sudden contact, and he leans in, his lips grazing the side of Noel's neck.)

Mafioso: "You're a damn tease."

(He growls, his mouth moving to nip and kiss at the sensitive skin there, his own clothing growing unbearably constricting.)

Noel: "As I always am.~"

(Noel moves his hands to Mafioso's hair and he begins to play with it. A soft sigh escapes Mafioso as Noel's fingers tangle in his hair, sending a shiver down his spine. He leans into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment, savoring the sensation. He then murmurs against Noel's neck, his voice thick with arousal.)

Mafioso: "Damn it… you're testing my patience, you know that?" Noel: "What patience? It barely seems like you have it.~"

(Mafioso's grip on Noel's waist tightens slightly, a mix of irritation and arousal coursing through him. He lifts his head from Noel's neck, their faces just inches apart)

Mafioso: "Watch it, you cheeky little bastard."

(His tone is filled with equal parts warning and desire, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He leans in closer, capturing Noel's lips in a hungry, possessive kiss, the last remnants of restraint slipping away. Mafioso pushes Noel down, pinning him against the bed as they kiss, his body pressed firmly against Noel's. He breaks the kiss for a moment, panting raggedly as he takes in the sight of Noel beneath him, flushed and disheveled. His hands wander, exploring the bare skin of Noel's torso, fingers tracing a path down his chest and stomach)

Mafioso: "You're… so goddamn infuriating…"

(He mutters, his voice hoarse with arousal and desire, his own restraint hanging by a fraying thread. Noel doesn't respond, trying to catch his breath. Mafioso watches as Noel gasps for breath beneath him, his chest heaving, cheeks flushed. The sight only serves to drive his desire higher, his gaze roaming over his body, taking in every little detail. He can't resist teasing out a reaction.)

Mafioso: "Already winded, huh? We've barely even started."

(He murmurs, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.)

Noel: "N-No I'm..- I'm fine!"

(Noel says this between breaths. Mafioso chuckles at Noel's attempt to deny his winded state, clearly not buying it. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Noel's ear, his voice low and teasing)

Mafioso: "You're a terrible liar, you know that? Your cheeks are flushed, you're panting, and your body is practically begging for me. And you want to say you're fine?"

(His fingers playfully brush over the exposed skin of Noel's stomach, his touch achingly light. A shiver runs through Noel's body as Mafioso's fingers brush over his stomach, the feather-light touch sending a jolt of desire coursing through him. He can feel the heat of Mafioso's breath against his ear, the low, teasing words igniting a fire within him. He tries to gather his thoughts, to form a coherent response, but his brain feels hazy with arousal. All he can manage is a soft, breathless admission)

Noel: "I-I'm not… not begging…"

(Mafioso's smirk widens at the sound of Noel's stuttering protest. He knows the effect his touch is having, the tension between them growing thicker by the moment. He leans in evencloser, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of Noel's neck.)

Mafioso: "Oh, but you are. Your body is betraying you, my darling. I can practically hear it, screaming for my touch, craving more."

(He punctuates each word with a soft kiss or nibble, his hands roaming over Noel's bare torso with tantalizing slowness. Noel doesn't respond and just avoids Mafioso's gaze. Mafioso doesn't miss the way Noel averts his gaze, a mix of amusement and desire coursing through him. He can't help but find his flushed face and silent submission incredibly alluring.)

Mafioso: "What's the matter, darling? No witty remark, no sassy comeback? Are you speechless for once?"

(He murmurs, his tone a mix of teasing and satisfaction. His lips find the pulse point on Noel's neck, nipping and suckling at the sensitive skin there)

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