Angel Dust

The quick move steals his breath away, and he laughs easier than he ever does without a little something in his system, cheeks growing hot and a shade of a pink that suits him far too well. Anthony looks up at him adoringly, like Valentino's his whole word, and he might just be in that moment, the world outside this room feels hazy.

He reaches to try and push that hair back from his face, but of course it falls again. Anything. It's such a great big world of promise in that word, especially for someone constantly being reeled in by his family. But for now- "If ya don't fuck me real soon I think I might die." As if he's been waiting for ages and not minutes. But in a lot of ways it feels like he's been aching for this moment since first meeting the man.