Page 36 of His Mafia Master

"You know that was stupid, right?" Marco's voice was rough, but his eyes betrayed the gratitude he felt for Joey's daring rescue. "You could have gotten yourself killed."

"Maybe," Joey admitted, not meeting Marco's gaze as he continued to tend to the wound. "But I couldn't just leave you there."

"I don't want you risking your life for me," Marco said firmly, yet his fingers tenderly brushed against Joey's cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. "I can handle myself."

Joey finally looked up, his eyes searching Marco's for any hint of dishonesty. "I know you can. You're strong and capable, and that's part of what I... what I love about you." The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning.

"Joey..." Marco whispered, his voice barely audible above the chaos still unfolding around them. His hand remained on Joey's face, his thumb gently caressing Joey's cheekbone. "I didn't mean to put you through all of this. This life... It's dangerous, and I never wanted it for you."

"Marco, I'm not some fragile flower," Joey countered, his voice filled with determination. "I can handle whatever comes my way, as long as we face it together." He reached up, covering Marco's hand with his own, pressing it more firmly against his face. "I don't want to live in fear of losing you, Marco. Not again."

"Alright," Marco agreed, his voice husky with emotion. "Together, then."

Joey leaned into Marco's touch, savoring the warmth of his hand for a moment longer before pulling away with a determined look in his eyes. "Now is not the time for tender moments, Marco," he said, surprising himself with the intensity of his own desire. "When I thought you were dead, it terrified me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Joey nodded, gathering his courage. The adrenaline was still pumping through their veins, their eyes locked onto each other, the air between them crackling with newfound intensity. "Lie down," Joey commanded.

"Joey, what are you doing?" Marco asked, confusion evident in his voice as he allowed himself to be gently laid down along the length of the car's back seat.

"Showing you how much I want you, how much I need you," Joey replied, his voice low.

"Joey..." Marco began, but his words were cut off as Joey dropped to his knees in front of him, his fingers making quick work of Marco's belt. The sound of leather being torn away was like music to Joey's ears, a symphony of lust and longing filling the small room.

"Shh," Joey whispered, silencing Marco's protests with a single finger pressed to his lips. "Let me take care of you." With that, he unzipped Marco's pants, freeing his already hardening cock from its confines.

"Fuck, Joey," Marco groaned, his head falling back against the chair. It was too much, too soon, and yet it was exactly what he needed after his brush with death.

"Don't hurt yourself, old man."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah," Joey murmured, his breath hot against Marco's skin as he leaned in to press a searing kiss to the tip of Marco's cock. "I'm counting on it."

Marco could only groan, his body trembling with anticipation and desire as Joey continued to tease him, his fingers dancing across Marco's sensitive flesh, driving him wild with need. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible—and for the first time since their lives had collided, Joey allowed himself to fully surrender to the passion that burned between them.

"Get on top of me, Joey," Marco panted, his eyes burning with an intensity that Joey had never seen before. "God, I want to feel every inch of you."

The words went straight to Joey's cock. It was heady, exactly what he wanted to hear—but at the same time, this was new territory for him.

"Alright," Joey murmured, his heart pounding in his chest. "One second…"

In a moment, he'd rummaged through his pockets and found what he was after: one condom, and one tiny tube of lube.

Marco raised an eyebrow.

"I came prepared," Joey said, trying to act as if a blush wasn't burning his cheeks.

"You're a regular boy scout," Marco smirked. "Now, get up here."

Joey bit his lip as he carefully positioned himself above Marco's throbbing erection. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come—and then, with one smooth motion, he sank down onto Marco's cock, gasping at the delicious friction it created.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Marco groaned, his fingers digging into Joey's hips as he struggled to maintain control. "It feels incredible, baby."

"Move, Marco," Joey urged, desperate for more of the sensations that were coursing through him like wildfire. "Please, I need it."

"Anything for you," Marco promised, his voice rough with emotion as he began to thrust upward, driving himself deeper inside Joey with each powerful stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, dizzying, and utterly addictive, and all too soon, Joey found himself lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and desire.

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