The kiss was fast.
Brutal.
Lips crashing like two grown-up strangers who knew better—but didn't care.
The bottle of wine that the man was offering Angel hit the floor with a dull thud.
It didn't shatter.
Neither did they.
Instead, the contents spilled.
The aroma of wine filled the air, it made him feel drunk.
And somewhere in that chaos, their teeth clashed—hard, uncoordinated, desperate.
Then Angel tasted blood.
Salty.
Coppery.
'The stranger's?'
No—his own.
His own lips were stinging.
Didn't matter.
They kissed like they were starving.
Clothes came off in frantic pulls.
Shirts peeled.
Skin exposed.
All the while not breaking the kiss.
If you could still call it that.
Angel's body felt hot.
Like he had caught a fever.
Cool afternoon air hit his bare torso, chasing goosebumps down his arms.
The tiny hairs on his body stood on end.
His back touched the soft cold bed…
'Wait—I'm already lying down? When the hell did that even happen?'
One thing was for sure, the stranger was a veteran!
At some point, Angel felt like he heard something snapped.
'A belt?'
It sounded like it got torn off.
Their breaths caught between half-spoken curses.
But then, in the mess of desire, the stranger slowed down.
Tony hovered above the pretty man now writhing beneath him, mouth swollen and wet with passion.
Violet eyes blinked up to him, glassy and confused.
Like the pretty thing was wondering why Tony stopped kissing him.
Breathing ragged.
Beautiful.
'So goddamn beautiful.'
Tony's gaze trailed down the stranger's naked chest.
He'd thought seeing a flat chest would kill the mood.
Like a splash of water on fire.
Making him call off the kiss and lose interest.
But to his surprise, the lack of womanly curves and softness that he was so used to in his partners—only made him rage with more lust for the stranger.
'I never thought that I would kiss a man,' Tony thought.
'I've always liked ladies with plump boobs.'
If anything, the smooth, hairless, and flat chest of the beautiful stranger only fed his appetite.
Like a fire doused with fuel.
Now, Tony felt like he had to make sure that they were on the same page.
He didn't want to force himself on anyone, even if the one he was kissing was readily available.
And someone he's been drooling for since earlier.
He held the pretty man's jaw gently with one hand and asked:
"Do you want this?" his voice that came out was unexpectedly gentle.
Softer than he meant it to be.
Then the hand holding the man's jaw trailed down his flawless body.
Exploring.
Tony's other hand was propped on the bed, supporting his body.
Gripping the sheets.
Afraid that the beautiful stranger might say no.
Because desire was already coiled hot and heavy inside him.
Tony wouldn't be able to control it, if in the middle of their passionate embrace, the stranger would suddenly bolt.
Angel blinked.
"...Are you seriously asking for consent now?" he whispered.
He literally stopped breathing.
Very aware of the stranger's hand on his body.
That earned a crooked, sexy grin.
"I'm possessive, not a monster," the man said, voice thick with seduction.
Then he confessed, "This is my first time with a guy."
A beat.
Then in a very low voice, like he was whispering to himself, he added:
"You're just so fucking pretty. I just can't help it."
He grabbed Angel's hand and pressed it to the bulge behind his walking shorts.
It was hot.
Alive!
And monstrous!
The man chuckled at the wide-eyed horror on Angel's face.
"Ever since I saw you there in the bar—and heard your voice—this little guy here," his breathing became heavy, "...had been very excited."
Angel literally forgot how to breathe.
"I want to shove this—" the man gripped Angel's hand that was over his bulge to make a point, then his hands left there and pointed at Angel's mouth, "—in here—"
Then he cupped Angel's ass, making him flinch from some shocking new pleasure.
"—and in here."
Then his voice dropped, now gently massaging Angel's ass.
"Will you let me?"
His silver eyes softened.
"...I promise I'll be gentle."
An obvious lie.
Angel's heart slammed in his chest.
'This is my first time too! And with a man! Have I completely lost it?'
Angel struggled to find his sanity in the imaginary thrash where he threw it.
Still…
He gulped.
Then in a trembling voice:
"Y-yes."
'Damn it to hell.'
Just in case, the Luchese men ever find and catch him someday… and being defiled by their perverted Don was inevitable like a disease, then—
'Might as well sleep with a man now… to practice.'
But even when that thought left him, sleeping with this man—this attractive specimen of a man—didn't make his stomach churn.
Unlike when he imagined himself with the Luchese Don.
Angel's spine straightened.
Then in a clear determined voice:
"I want this."
Then Angel swallowed a mouthful of saliva and added:
"Just don't… fall in love with me or some shit."
That did it.
The man's smile slipped.
Like someone had kicked him in the ribs.
Because that voice—that plea—sounded like danger.
Like someone who knew love was a trap.
Tony didn't answer.
He just kissed the pretty stranger again.
Not tasting.
But rough.
Hard.
Hungry.
Like a starved wolf.
Like he was trying to eat every last doubt out of the violet eyed stranger.
Erasing the boy's warning.
But Tony's hands—
One cradled the pretty stranger's smooth nape, sitting him up.
The other gripped his slender waist, drawing him close like he'd never let him go.
Angel clung back.
Breathless.
Buzzing.
But then the silver eyed man pulled back—eyes wild, lips wet.
Bare sculptured chest rising and falling like he'd just run through fire.
The man's gaze dropped.
First to Angel's mouth.
Then to his bare smooth chest.
Eyes lingered on his erect nipples.
Then lower.
The bulge in his jeans.
The proof that he was also a man.
Tony bit his lip.
"You ever been on your knees, babe?" he asked.
Voice low, guttural, almost reverent.
As if he were offering heaven on a silver platter.
Angel froze.
"N-no," he stammered.
Even sitting, his knees felt like it turned into a jelly.
His feet touched the cold hard floor, grounding him into reality.
His entire spine practically locked itself.
But his heart?
That damn thing fluttered like a moth in a jar.
Tony stepped back, just enough.
Stood up.
Not far.
Just enough to unzip himself.
The sound of it felt obscene.
And then—
It was unleashed.
Angel's eyes widened.
'Holy macaroni—'
That wasn't a human fucking genitalia!
Angel's brain short-circuited.
Every bad decision he'd ever made, every whispered warning in his head, all drowned out under the shadow of that thing!
That was a goddamn weapon.
Thick.
Heavy.
Veined.
Terrifying.
And already leaking.
'And beautiful…'
Tony smirked, lazy and cocky as he caught the look on his face.
"Still wanna say yes?" he teased.
Challenging.
Angel didn't answer.
Couldn't.
Not with words.
He sank instead.
Slowly.
Knees to the floor.
Gravity—or lust—dragging his body down.
Maybe both.
He let out a shaky breath.
Staring at the thing that was about to rearrange every moral fiber of his existence.
"Fuck. That's a view."
Tony's voice turned hoarse.
Eyes wandered a bit on the bed.
Found a pillow, but it was too far.
So instead, he gripped the bed's cover and blanket—pulled and bunched it—then threw it down the floor.
"Kneel on it," he commanded, in which the pretty boy obeyed.
Tony fisted the base of his cock, angling it toward Angel's mouth.
"C'mon pretty boy. Open up."
Angel looked up.
Violet eyes glassy.
Wounded mouth parted.
'God, he looked like sin.'
Tony's mouth went dry.
Swan neck.
Smooth body.
Flawless skin.
Skin that looked like snow—too pale, too soft, too easy to leave a mark.
Tony groaned, his whole body tensing with restraint.
He put the tip inside the beautiful stranger's opened mouth.
Soft lips brushed the tip.
He didn't shove.
Not yet.
He waited.
Let the pretty man inch forward.
Move on his own.
And then, with uncertain movement Angel tasted it.
"Just the head first," Tony rasped, breath hitched.
"Nice and slow—fuck that's it."
Angel's mouth enveloped him.
Tentative.
Warm.
'So goddamn soft.'
"Swirl your mouth inside fuck—."
Tony's fingers slid into those messy soft brown curls, not forcing, just guiding.
His hips jerked.
"You're killing me here, babe," he murmured.
"You don't even know what you're doing to me…"
But Angel did know.
He could taste it in the way Tony's thighs tensed.
Hear it in the way Tony's breath hitched every time his tongue swirled.
Feel it in the way the fingers in his hair began to tighten.
Inch by inch.
Until Tony lost his composure.
"Fuck it," he growled.
"I need to ruin that mouth."
He finally unleashed his savageness.
He pushed deeper.
Suddenly, Angel's throat was full.
He gagged.
Lips stinging more than ever from the stretch.
Eyes watered.
But Tony's cock only pushed deeper.
Slow but firm.
Then he muttered filth under his breath.
"Look at you…" Tony panted.
"Letting me fuck your mouth like a dirty little thing…"
Angel—moaned—and that vibration nearly undid Tony.
His hips moved.
Slow thrusts.
Controlled.
Watching the beautiful stranger take him.
Eyes wet.
Cheeks flushed.
Perfect.
"God you're beautiful," Tony whispered, voice tight with control.
"You're gonna make me cum, babe. You want that?"
Angel's nails dug into Tony's thighs as he hummed a yes around his cock.
Tony threw his head back.
'That mouth. That fucking mouth.'
He couldn't last.
"Swallow it, fuck—"
With a broken gasp, Tony came.
Hard.
Spilling himself deep inside Angel's throat.
Angel choked, teary eyed.
But Tony held him there.
Just for a moment.
Then gently pulled back.
Angel gasped for air.
Face turning red.
Breathe ragged.
Lips wet.
Blood oozed.
Tony looked down at the mess he'd made.
And then he knelt down too.
Gently cupping Angel's face.
"You okay?" he whispered.
Angel nodded.
Dazed.
Crying.
"Fuck you…" Angel croaked.
Tony grinned, brushing damp curls away from his face.
"That was your first time?" he asked.
Gently thumbing the blood on the corner of Angel's mouth that was still wet with his cum.
Angel looked him in the eye, cheeks flushed.
Angry.
"Yeah you bastard…"
Tony's grin twisted into something darker.
Something possessive.
"Good," he said, voice low and dangerous.
"Because it's mine now."
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