Tony could see the shock written all over Angel's beautiful face.
And his violet eyes..
It's very expressive.
It's like an abyss.
'I must be losing my fucking mind.'
Because every time he looks into Angel's eyes it always feels like he's falling into them.
Maybe that's why he said that.
But it felt so right.
'It's freeing,' he thought.
He could feel the quiet drum of his heart inside his chest.
His breath caught.
He didn't even dare breathe—
Waiting for Angel's confirmation or refusal.
'Shit. I should have tamed it a bit.'
Then Angel smiled.
'Will he run?'
A sweet, fucking smile.
The drumming in Tony's chest grew louder.
He could hear it in his ears.
"Yes."
It was a whisper.
"I want you."
Then Angel added, almost like he didn't want Tony to hear it:
"Mi ami… (Love me…)"
It came like a confession.
A gentle plea..
Like surrender.
Tony stilled.
'I'm so fucked.'
He didn't move right away.
Tony savored the words.
Then Angel's expressions changed.
Like he didn't mean to let that slip.
'Too late.' Tony thought.
His breath hitched again.
Chest rising and falling.
Like a beast barely holding back.
Then—like a dam breaking—he surged forward.
Like a soldier ready to die in battle.
Their mouths collided once more.
But this time, it wasn't wild.
It was slow.
Hot.
Wet.
Sweet.
Tony moved purposely.
Like he was sealing something sacred between them.
A promise.
A curse.
And Tony was swearing—
With every bit of his being.
With every movement.
Every kiss.
Every touch.
He had never felt anything like this.
Not for anyone.
And most of all..
He had never fallen in love with anyone.
No first love, crushes.
Nothing.
He was a young master.
Things and people just fall down on his lap without trying.
But earlier in the restroom, when Angel slapped him—Tony had fallen in love.
He doesn't know how or why.
He couldn't explain it.
But he felt it.
Like a thief in the night.
'If wanting someone so much like this—like I could die—is love, then yes, I'm in love.'
Angel moaned into the kiss.
His fingers threaded into Tony's hair.
Pulling him closer than was even possible.
Tony slid a hand down on Angel's thigh, then back up.
'Still with his annoying white pants on.'
Tony groaned.
His touch was confident, but reverent.
As if Angel was something rare.
Breakable.
And Tony wanted to break him.
But at the same time, he doesn't want to.
Tony's lips trailed down Angel's chest again.
Slow.
His tongue flicked over a sensitive spot just beneath Angel's ribs.
Earning a gasp.
"Tony…!?" Angel whispered.
It wasn't a protest.
It wasn't a permission.
It was an anchor.
"Shhh… voglio amarti (I want to love you)."
Angel wanted to cry.
From pleasure, from pain.
From his words..
Maybe all of it!
Tony's fingers worked to open Angel's pants.
Dragging them down slowly.
Inch by inch.
Like he was unwrapping a gift.
Until the blasted obstacle pooled down Angel's feet.
Angel could feel that his heart was about to burst.
He'd rather have it raw and fast.
Like before.
Like that first time.
So he wouldn't have time to think of anything.
'If it's like this, I think I'm gonna die.' Angel thought.
It was pure heat.
Simmering.
Consuming.
And it burned!
Tony paused.
He hovered over Angel.
His silver eyes had turned darker.
Like a molten rock about to erupt.
He studied Angel's face like he was memorizing each line.
Then softly—
"You're so fucking beautiful."
Angel flinched.
He wasn't used to that word being used on him.
He was a man.
The words felt like a slap.
And a balm at the same time..
He didn't believe them.
No.
But he wanted to.
"Don't lie to me..I'm not.." Angel murmured.
His voice was shaking.
Shy.
Tony's brow furrowed.
"I don't lie," he said.
Then as if remembering something.
"I never lie.."
"..Except for the condom."
Silence.
Angel remembered what Tony said earlier.
"I really dont have one." Tony said again with a sheepish grin on his face.
Like it was a grave sin.
Angel burst out laughing.
"You don't have one? Really?"
Tony's face was suddenly serious, but said nothing.
"Don't men usually carry around even.. one.. for something unexpected..?"
Angel continued.
"I mean, I'm also a man, so I know.."
Tony's brows lifted.
Still not saying anything.
"Are you telling me you came to that party, unprepared?" Angel's voice sounded surprised.
Then whispered, "Lots of ladies.. or men.."
Then he stopped.
"And you're not expecting yourself to have sex? You?"
Then Tony asked, "Is that really too hard to believe?"
Angel shrugged.
"Well, I mean, you're not the type.. I thought you were more, like, always having one night stands."
Angel admitted truthfully.
"Every night."
And he felt bitter about it.
"Unless you've suddenly become impotent then.."
Tony's eyes narrowed.
Angel trailed off, realizing that Tony's face had darkened.
'Huh? Huhhh???'
"You? Impotent? How..?"
Angel asked incredulously, "Why?"
"Really?"
Tony still didn't answer.
Remembering last night.
Then came a guilty expression.
Something he doesn't want to remember.
Then Angel's eyes dropped to Tony's pants.
He gulped at the sight of the bulge.
His eyes went up Tony's face.
"Want me to top you?" Angel said teasingly.
"Like hell you will." Tony shot back.
Then he silenced Angel with a kiss.
Demanding but controlled.
Then Tony suddenly pulled the last piece of cloth that covered Angel.
Angel gasped into the kiss.
He wanted to put it back on.
But it's too late.
He shivered.
Tony held Angel's hands—firmly, gently.
"Angel.. don't fight it.."
Angel stopped moving.
His last shred of shame burned into his face.
"Please…" he begged.
His body was shaking..
"Close your eyes if you can't take it." Tony whispered.
"I'm gonna put it in my mouth. And suck."
Angel trembled with the words coming out of Tony's mouth.
"I will taste you. And I want you to cum. Cum inside my mouth. Please.. amore (love)."
Angel couldn't speak with the vulgar words echoing in his ears.
But he nodded.
He closed his eyes.
Trying to remember the last time.
The last time, Tony hadn't done any of this.
Their last time was urgent.
Raw.
Dirty.
But this?
This?
This was insane!
He'd rather be the one on his knees and do this to Tony.
Like last time.
Tony released his hands, but Angel did not dare move.
He felt Tony positioned himself.
He clenched his fist.
Knuckles turning white.
Then Angel felt it.
The heat of Tony's breath.
His body hardened.
That part of him stiffened so much, it hurt.
"Va bene, amore, va bene.. (It's okay, love, it's okay)."
Hot.
Warm.
Wet.
Then Tony's tongue!
"Ahh!!! Tony!"
But Tony only groaned.
Angel involuntarily opened his eyes.
His hands grabbing Tony's hair.
Silver met violet.
Tony's eyes were full of lust.
Angel's were a mixture of shame, lust and disbelief.
"Ahh!!!"
He bucked his hips.
But Tony stopped him from moving.
He swirled his tongue.
"Ahhh!!"
Angel couldn't control the noises.
Then Tony moves up and down.
Pumping his hands along with it.
"Ahh.. I can't.. I can't do it! Ahhh.."
Then something burst through his body.
An unnamed pleasure.
Sharp.
White.
Hot.
'I came! Oh god.'
His whole body went limp.
Useless.
He locked eyes with Tony who was watching him.
But Angel's eyes widened.
He saw Tony was keeping it in his mouth.
"Spit it out! Please!"
Tony shook his head.
Then he swallowed.
Angel couldn't believe it.
'That's hot but..!'
"Okay we're done! We're done!" Angel tried to hide how good it felt.
Tony smirked.
Pink tongue slowly sweeping his lips.
Savoring Angel's taste like it was sacred.
"Oh God.." Angel covered his face with both hands.
Then Tony pulled his ass up.
Angel was flabbergasted.
He wriggled out of his hold.
"What do you mean we're done?" Tony asked.
"We're just getting started. I'm far from getting done, babe.. "
Then bowed down and licked Angel's ass.
"Ahhh!" Angel was shocked.
"And you're forgetting something."
Angel wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole.
"I warned you earlier. You should've said no."
Tony reminded him.
"And oh—wanna know if I'm impotent or not?"
Tony asked with a sly grin.
Angel's face paled.
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