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[ the way angel's breath stutters over his fingers does not escape valentino. it catches his attention easily, and for the briefest moment, his thumb pauses underneath the point of a gold tooth. his gaze lifts from angel's mouth and finds his eyes, and his own narrow slightly. ]

Don't play fucking dumb, Angel. [ there's no bite to this, no sharpness in his tone. he uses his stillness to convey a threat, but his voice is quiet, almost gentle. the thumb in angel's mouth resumes its exploration after a moment, swiping lazily over the flat of his tongue, then further in toward the back of it, like he's imagining that tongue elsewhere. his eyes, the entire time, stay on angel's. ] ... I always want you.

[ as if to emphasize this, he flexes his hips subtly, pushing his aching cock into the circle of angel's fist, like a reminder. ]