Angel Dust

There's a dismissive snort, long past caring what that man thinks. Not entirely true, clearly, or Anthony might've tried to run from this life, but he can't be his real self anywhere, why risk it all just to get out from under his thumb?

"He gave me ta you," he counters easily, "Makes you the 'Daddy'."

Rocking up to meet those lips, Anthony sighs against them like he's been waiting just as long to feel their touch, and there's a soft laugh of wonder that it's actually happening.