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Either Valentino is easily coaxed, or he's just used to taking whatever he wants, but either way, Anthony lures him with very little effort, the teasing parting of his lips and that soft, needy little whine like a siren call to him. Val shifts his whole body closer, raising a knee to press it onto the mattress beside where Anthony's kneeling and bringing them that much closer.

It means he has to look down - not that he didn't always have to before - so he uses his free hand to lift Anthony's face up with the side of a knuckle under his chin. Val smiles at him, subtle and sultry, his eyes sharp but almost half-lidded because of the angle. Anthony's fucking gorgeous when he smiles. Val's not sure he's ever seen him do it before, at least never like this. Never this close. It makes him want to devour him whole.

He moves his hand from Anthony's chin to his cheek, then further still until his fingers sift through the hair at the nape of his neck, palm warm.

"Mm. An imp, then?" But he doesn't seem satisfied by this comparison, shaking his head a little and leaning in again to kiss the corner of his mouth, hand at Anthony's hip sliding around to the small of his back, fingers playing at his waistline. "No. No, you're too pretty for that, hm?"

Valentino smiles again, teasing the gold in his teeth. "Maybe the angels just don't know how to do... this sort of thing." A beat. "Maybe we should show them."