You are my best goon~

What do people think about when they become Mafia henchmen? About power? About money? Wrong. About trust and obtaining the necessary powers. Mafioso has only four henchmen. Boris, under the name of Soldier. Lucien, under the name of Consigliere. Jan, under the name of Contracti. And Ethan, under the name of Caporegime. But there is a huge BUT. There is something bigger than Mafioso. Namely. Their common boss - Lady Eunoia. What could go wrong in this story? The thing is, everything was going perfectly. But... Mafioso fell in love. It was unknown with whom. Even the Lady didn't know who her henchman, so serious and cruel as Mafioso, was in love with. And the answer was simple. Not with a classmate and not even with Y/N. He was in love with Ethan. But... What was on his mind when he fell in love? It no longer mattered. And that's it. Another mission was completed with flying colors... Ethan was handing in his report on the Mafioso mission. M. — Ethan... I. — Yes, boss? M. — Do you have relationships? I. — ...No, they get in the way in this kind of work. M. — Excellent... I. — ...? Mafioso, don't bother! He stood up and walked over to Ethan, forcing him to move toward the table and brace his feet against the edge. Mafioso placed his hands on the table on either side of Ethan, thereby blocking all exits. M. — The report is excellent. But... Answer me one question. I. — Sure, go ahead. M. — Can I have your kiss? I. — ...Boss... That's a little wrong... M. — I didn't even think about that 'wrong'. So what? Ethan stood silently, unmoving, but sighed, stepped closer, and pressed his lips to Mafioso's. Mafioso immediately returned the kiss and pulled Ethan close, wrapping his arms around his waist. M. — Finally... When they finally pulled away, both were breathing heavily. Mafioso pressed his forehead to Ethan's. M. — You have no idea how long I've waited for this... I. — Waited? M. — Of course. You can't imagine how many times I've looked at you while you weren't looking... So many furtive glances... I couldn't bear it if you had someone... I. — Oh... M. — Yes, maybe I'm obsessed with you... I. — I don't think it's obsession... M. — What then?... Addiction? Infatuation? I. — ...I don't even know. M. — You. Are mine. No one dares touch my treasure... *The mafioso hugged Ethan, pressing the younger one close* *A moment of silence...* M.— I want to fuck. I.— What?... Boss, what are you talking about?!... M.— I repeat—I. Want. To. Fuck. I want to have you. To thrust my dick inside you so hard that you'll go crazy and won't be able to string two words together... Take off your clothes. I.— Right here?!... M.— Yes.