AU Mafia for @ papichulo

[harderdaddy]

There is never a good time to be called into his father's office, but when Anthony steps in and catches sight of Valentino his all ready pale complexion grows whiter. The man's one of his father's top men, high enough that he's got all his own men under him, and he's probably the son he wishes he had, even over his older brother who ain't always getting himself in shit.

But Anthony ain't scared cause of any of that. He's scared because Val saw him and that new runner in the back alley. Saw him in a position he couldn't exactly explain his way out of. How do you explain away a cock shoved down your throat as anything but what it is?

Which means this must be it. He's told Anthony's father and Val's going to earn himself a heap of praise and Tony's gonna find himself in the Hudson with a new pair of shoes.

He swallows thickly and takes his seat, hardly registering at first that he's not handed down a death sentence. Nothing at all is said of the incident, instead his father just informs him that he going to be working for Valentino for a while, see if his best man can't turn him into something useful. He manages to nod a bit numbly, though a small scowl finds it's way to his face once he properly processes his father's words.

They're dismissed, sent to pack a bag so he can join the crew across town, and as soon as they're in the relative safty of his room Anthony fixes Val with a wide eyed look.

"You didn' say nothin'??"

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[papichulo]

"Yeah?" he murmurs back, and the temptation to lean down and take what Valentino wants is so intense that he finds himself curling his other hand into a loose fist at his side in an attempt to resist. It's clear to Val that the two of them are on the same page when it comes to their... attraction without a doubt - there's no mistaking the way Anthony's gaze drops, that look in his unfairly pretty eyes.

Val could claim him right now if he wanted, he thinks. He hums a low note, thoughtful.

"Play your cards right, and maybe I'll make this... permanent." Again, it's possible he's just taking about the arrangement of taking Anthony under his wing, guiding him and shaping into someone his father might speak about with more respect, but the closeness, the way he's holding Anthony's face is awfully intimate for him to just be speaking business.

[harderdaddy]

Even for as long as Anthony's had a crush the hopeful light that brings to his eyes says he clearly starved for love and affection, ready to accept it from whoever will offer. If Marco had played his card right he could've had him wrapped around his finger. Not that it matters now...

"Yeah," he repeats easily cheeks hot again, but he's less shy about it now. His head turns in Val's hand so that his lips brush against that thumb, before he moves to take a half step back.

"I'll try my best, Mista Valentino. Promise."

[papichulo]

The amount of self-control it takes to keep Valentino from reaching out and catching Anthony by the front of his shirt when he moves to take a step back is impressive. Though he's known for being charming and capable of getting just about anyone to eat out of the palm of his hand, he's also known for his short temper. He's known for being impulsive and brutal and, sometimes, out of control to the benefit of the whole operation, but he can already tell Anthony is going to try his patience in ways he's never had to navigate before.

Like now. That subtle brush of his lips against Val's thumb, his big, bright eyes looking up at him - Valentino wants to devour him.

He lets him go instead, allows him to step away. They have plenty of time, he reminds himself not for the first time. He's watched Anthony from a distance for so long now, he can wait a little longer. Take things slow, make Anthony his. Do it right.

Valentino rubs his fingertips against the pad of his thumb, hand hovering about waist high. He smiles a little, gold flirting in his mouth again. Mister Valentino. God, he loves that, accent and all. There's just something about the way Anthony says it. Maybe Val's just a sucker for anything that rolls off Anthony's tongue.

"Pick a room." Any room, his included, honestly, but he doesn't clarify or specify. If Anthony wants one of the spare bedrooms, that'd be fine too. Val's certain it'd only be temporary, anyway. He tugs his hand free of his pocket and checks the time on his wristwatch. "I need to step out and follow up with a guy, but -," he gestures vaguely at the entire apartment with one hand, "- make yourself at home."

[harderdaddy]

A show of force would certainly capture Anthony's attention in the short term, but this is probably the best way to keep him for however long Valentino might want to.

Anthony nods, and as much as he wants to settle in Val's, once's he's left alone he picks the spare that's closest and puts his things away. He works quickly, taking a small bump from his stash unsure when or if he'll be able to get more.

Curious to explore the space, Anthony finds himself back in front of Val's room, the drugs making the risky choice far easier as he slips inside to see what he can glean. He looks for pictures, books, anything to give him incite that isn't strictly hidden away. Even lets himself stretch out on his bed for a moment as he indulges in his high. At least he only means for it to be a moment...

[papichulo]

As far as insight goes, there's not much in Valentino's room that suggests he's anything other than what's on the tin - nothing glaringly obvious anyway. There are no photographs on display, but there are one or two - one of them of vox (another one of Anthony's father's top men) and another of a very pretty woman with tanned skin and beautiful hair, both of them candid - tucked away between the pages of books with random, uninteresting titles. There's a smaller black book in a bedside drawer, pages filled with seemingly nonsensical notes, vague on purpose as to not be incriminating, and several doodles and drawings of random objects and people, sketched by a talented hand.

Valentino is gone for a little over an hour, meeting with a few of his men to confirm the smooth transfer of product and collection of proper payment. When he returns, he doesn't make a point to be particularly quiet, but he doesn't announce himself either. He sets his keys on a small table by the front door, and starts unthreading the leather wristband of his watch as he pads through the apartment, curious to see where Anthony's settled.

His disappointment over finding Anthony's suitcase in one of the spare bedrooms is minimal and brief, replaced with intrigue and something else when he finds him, instead, in his own bedroom sprawled across his bed like he belongs there. Val pauses in the open doorway for a moment and just watches him, eyes dark with interest. It's dangerously similar to the scenes he'd played out in his mind earlier.

Quietly, Valentino steps into the room, footsteps muted somewhat by the carpet as he makes his way to the dresser pushed up against the far wall.

"Well," he starts, setting his wristwatch down neatly on the top. He turns, leaning his butt against the edge of the wardrobe, legs stretched out slightly and crossed at the ankles as he starts to roll down his cuffed sleeves, eyes on Anthony. He can tell, even with just a casual glance, that someone's been snooping, though how he feels about that is difficult to tell on purpose. "Don't you look comfortable."

[harderdaddy]

Time seems to pass in a blink, and Anthony starts into consciousness with a panicked look.

Shit.

Even with the flirting, there's no way to spin this where he comes off innocent, and it's just the level of foolish fuck up he's sure his father's expecting. Ahead of schedule even.

The shame is evident, shifting to right himself. Is it better to stand or stay frozen in place? His eyes are still tinged with that high, and it's clearly making it hard to make rationale choices.

"...said ta make myself at home?" he offers, hoping he can charm his way out of this.

[papichulo]

Anthony's lucky he's so fucking pretty, even luckier that Valentino's had his eye on him for as long as he has, because if literally anyone else had the balls to go looking through his things and then make themselves comfortable in his bed like they fucking owned the place, he'd have more than just a few choice words for them. As it stands, Anthony looks like he's right where he belongs, at least to Valentino, so he can't really bring himself to be pissed about an assumed invasion of privacy. Val did invite him into his own home, with maybe less-than-innocent intentions, after all, and it's not as if Valentino has anything to hide. Not here, anyway. He's not that irresponsible.

It does not go unnoticed by Valentino that Anthony's pupils are a little bit blown, the whites very slightly rosy near the edges. Valentino's been known to indulge a lot himself - in drugs, in booze, in sex, in a number of vices - but he's measured and careful when he's not behind closed doors. Briefly, he wonders if Anthony maybe has a bit of a... problem, or if he's just anxious about a significant change. Maybe he's just comfortable. Valentino can't say he doesn't like the idea of that.

"You're right," he smiles, his brows lifting and his chin dipping in a slight nod as he shifts to his opposite sleeve, folding it down toward his wrist. His tone and his relaxed body language suggest he's not bothered in the slightest. Anthony is quite charming. "I did say that, didn't I?"

Still, he can sense the uneasiness and the tension underneath Anthony's attempt to diffuse the situation before it's even become one, and he decides to try and ease some of it himself. He loosens the buttons at both of his sleeve cuffs, and then his hands move to his collar to start with the buttons there, a thin gold chain teasing at his throat.

"Are you afraid of me, Anthony?" he asks, his expression curious more than anything. Plenty of people have reason to fear him - in fact, Valentino prefers it that way, especially when it comes down to business - but he's curious if his reputation has shaped Anthony's perception of him before they've even gotten to really know each other. Curious if he can change it. "Did you think I would be upset?"

Valentino chuckles quietly under his breath and pushes away from the wardrobe with his hips, long fingers still pushing buttons through buttonholes down the length of his neatly-pressed shirt. He wanders towards a closet, putting some distance between himself and Anthony, and shrugs out of his shirt so it falls off of his shoulders, torso covered by a thin white a-shirt, arms bared, back to Anthony.

"I wouldn't have left you here alone so easily if I didn't trust you." That's a lie, maybe only partially. He has no reason to trust Anthony other than the fact that he's his boss's son (which might be more of a reason not to trust him, depending on how you look at it), but he also hasn't been given a solid reason not to trust him yet, either.

[harderdaddy]

That problem (because it's definitely a problem) is likely responsible for a lot of his trouble with his father, though clearly not all. The boss hasn't mentioned Anthony's little problem though, it'd be an embarrassment, or maybe he's just hoping if the kid is reckless enough with Valentino he'll end up taking care of him for good.

The smile seems to surprise Anthony, who quickly tries to look as though he'd expected it, grinning and letting his eyes wander openly over the man.

His question makes him pause, and despite the grin still on his face the blond nods. Of course he's afraid. That's just smart. And of course he thought he'd be upset, Anthony looks down at himself like he's just realized where he is and gives a small laugh, marveling that this is all going so well. Maybe he's just imagining all this...

Eyes on that exposed skin, Anthony wants to peel the rest of the layers off him, fingers tugging his own tie loose.

"Does that mean I can stay?" he tests.

[papichulo]

It is smart of Anthony to be afraid. Valentino hasn't gotten where he is by being kind - not exclusively. Being charming and charismatic has helped him gain audiences with people he might not have had a chance to otherwise, but being aggressive and violent has made sure those same people never cross him down the line. Anyone who doesn't fear him at least a little bit just hasn't had the chance to meet the real Valentino, or they just don't respect him, but eventually - eventually, one way or another, they will.

He likes that Anthony nods. Even though Anthony is maybe in one of the safest places he could possibly be outside of his own father's home, Valentino likes that he's wise enough to understand that he's decided to share a roof with a dangerous man. Not that Val has any intention of being violent or cruel to him without reason or provocation, but it soothes something in him to know that the instinct for self-preservation is there.

Valentino slides one of the closet doors open and reaches inside, dropping is shirt into a small, mostly-empty basket tucked into the back corner, meant for dirty clothes. He leaves the closet open when he turns back around, a slow rotation on the heel of his polished shoe. Can Anthony stay?

Sliding both of his hands into the pockets of his slacks, Val just looks at Anthony from across the room for a few long, quiet seconds, almost like he's genuinely thinking about the question posed to him. When he starts moving again, it's a slow saunter toward him, hands still loose in his pockets, and he comes to stand right at the end of his bed in front of Anthony, tall enough that he really has to look down at him.

He cocks his head slightly, dark eyes wandering from his face and down over the rest of him before they drift back up again and settle on brown and blue.

"Right here, amorcito?" he asks, voice low and slightly rough at the edges. He lets the question hang for a second or two, and then pulls one of his hands free of his pockets, and touches one of his knuckles underneath Anthony's chin, continuing in a murmur. "In my bed?"

[harderdaddy]

It's a dangerous gamble he's playing, even with all the shared looks and words, he knows he's pushing fast. That slower saunter has his briefly worried Val's going to put him back in his place and he'll lose any chance he might've had at this. Still, he doesn't move, looking up at him and nodding softly, breath catching in his throat. That touch has him lifting his chin, exposing more of his neck, fingers finally tugging the tie fully free.

"...in your bed," he repeats with a soft smile, and his fingers shift catch lightly at the waistband of Val's pants.

[papichulo]

It's too bad about whats-his-name, Valentino thinks to himself, but he doesn't feel bad at all about Marco. He understands, though, why a man - any man - would risk it all for something like this: a beautiful boy staring up at him with pretty eyes and a soft mouth, blond hair slightly mussed and curling loosely by his ears. It must have been divine intervention that led Val to that back alley two nights ago, or something like it.

Valentino's lips part slightly, tongue licking at his back molars for a moment as he contemplates the consequences of doing whatever the fuck he wants. Truthfully, he doesn't believe there are many, if any, at all. He's damn good at keeping secrets, even better at spinning believable lies - and what the Don doesn't know can't fucking hurt him. It wouldn't be the first thing he's kept from his boss, probably won't be the last, and Val would be a liar if he said he didn't like the thrill of having something he absolutely shouldn't, right under his boss's nose.

Still, he teases, thumb ghosting up the center of Anthony's chin, pad teasing at his plush bottom lip. God, Valentino's a sucker for that smile. "What would your Daddy think?"

Like Valentino gives a fuck at this point. The original plan had been to take this slowly, but how long has he watched Anthony from afar? How long as he kept his distance? He's literally killed to get him here. Valentino thinks he's waited long enough.

He bends at the waist and lifts Anthony's chin and moves his thumb out of the way so he can fit their mouths together almost perfectly. Long fingers shift to frame the edges of Anthony's jaw, and the kiss is firm, but not necessarily aggressive like one might expect from a man like Valentino. From a man who's waited years to taste forbidden fruit.

[harderdaddy]

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.

[papichulo]

Fuck, if Valentino doesn't like the sound of that. It doesn't matter that Valentino took Anthony just as much as his father handed him over, hearing Anthony say it - that he's Val's now - is a huge stroke to his ego. And 'Daddy'? Well, that goes straight to his dick.

With his free hand, Valentino fumbles kind of blindly for the ends of Anthony's loosened tie, catching both of them together in one hand to pull him closer and keep him there, though he keeps the loop somewhat slack around his neck so Anthony's free to duck out of it if he wants. When Anthony laughs, Val, surprisingly, finds himself smiling slightly against his mouth, amused but also a little confused.

He bites at Anthony's lower lip, letting his teeth scrape lightly, thumb dragging along the edge of his jaw. "What's so funny? Hmm?"

[harderdaddy]

Shit that's hot. Honestly, when he can only steal careful and random spurts of attention it's all hot, but he's sure Valentino must be leagues beyond anyone he deserves.

"Heh- just...thought you catchin' me was gonna get me killed, and now m'gettin' a taste a heaven," he says, snickering softly at his own words, "Not sure what I did right to turn my luck around."

[papichulo]

Valentino's about as far from Heaven as a person could get, but he's egotistical enough to accept the praise for what it is, chuckling lowly against Anthony's mouth as he kisses him again, hand twisting his tie loosely around his fist. Would it be crude to tell him that what he did "right" was blow some poor fuck in an alley where Val could find them? Probably, and though Val's not opposed to a little vulgarity, the details aren't really all that important, and it'd likely spoil the mood.

What matters is that Valentino has Anthony right where he's wanted him, and it seems the feeling is mutual if Anthony's feeling lucky about it. Valentino lets go of the ends of Anthony's tie and lightly, slowly drags the back of his knuckles from his sternum all the way down to his belt, where his hand then veers to one side, settling warm and broad at his waist.

"Mm, but I think you have that backwards. If anyone's experiencing what Heaven must be like," he muses, brushing another kiss against Anthony's mouth, tongue briefly teasing at the seam of his lips before he breaks away to continue, his thumb rubbing lazy circles against his hip. "It would have to be me, don't you think? I left and came back to an angel in my bed..."

[harderdaddy]

Attempting to coax Valentino into joining him in that bed, Anthony's lips part easily, whining in want of more, it's easy to see how this habit of his turned problem with just how eagerly he seeks for more of a good thing. Greedy.

That flattery makes him beam, praise a far too easy way into his heart, and such praise. "Mmmm~ Ain't no one accused me a somethin' so sweet before. Dunno if an angel does this sorta thing..."

[papichulo]

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."

[harderdaddy]

Being this close to Valentino, Anthony can't help but grin, encouraged by the high and sure to be full of apologies for his behavior once he comes back down. Val looks dangerous and alluring and like he could snap Anthony in two if he wanted. He's not sure why exactly that last part turns him on so much, but it does.

He snickers at the imp comparison, and while there is something impish to that toothy grin, it's not quite right. His own hands wander freely, seeming like he's got more than just the two, over eager and indecisive.

He nods far to easily, looking longingly at that flash of gold. "Can we?" Anthony's all but begging Val to take him, consume him, whatever he wants in that moment, he wants to give it to him.

[papichulo]

As far as Valentino is concerned, Valentino can do almost anything he fucking wants to. He's a powerful man, and very rarely does someone dare to tell him no, at least not without consequence. Granted, bedding his boss's son could potentially come with consequences of its own, but Valentino isn't exactly worried. He's confident in his ability to lie if he has to, and it's not the first major secret he's ever had to keep.

He's been tempted before. By exorbitant amounts of money, by pretty women, by power offered to him by outside circles for a number of things in exchange, but he's always resisted. Anthony, though, has been something he's coveted in secret. Watching him from afar whenever they've crossed paths or brushed metaphorical shoulders, keeping quiet tabs to make sure he always comes out on the other side of a job relatively unscathed, quietly pulling strings in the background if he has to to make sure that's always the case. Valentino has been tempted by many things, but Anthony is perhaps the easiest thing to cave for. What's the downside? They have to hide a little, pretend their connection is strictly business? It's not as if half of Valentino's life doesn't require him to hide major parts of it for personal safety and benefit. The Don trusts him, perhaps a little too much, but if that means Valentino can put his hands on his son without him ever being the wiser, then Valentino isn't worried.

He laughs, a low, gravelly sound, the hand at Anthony's lower back flattening, palm hot even through his shirt.

"Mi cariño," he practically purrs, fingers gently kneading at the back of Anthony's neck. Quite suddenly, he uses the knee he has on the bed as leverage and puts most of his weight on it, leaning into Anthony and dipping him back, hand supporting his lower back as he lays him out and bridges over him, sliding a hand out to carry his own weight against the bed. Valentino smiles from above him, his dark hair falling a bit messily around his face. "We can do anything."

[harderdaddy]

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.

[papichulo]

Perhaps fucking the boss' son within hours of him being put into Valentino's care is moving a little too quickly, but Valentino's never gotten anywhere by sitting idly by and twiddling his fucking thumbs, and he's never one to let an opportunity pass him by when it's presented to him so... effortlessly. To think that all it took to get Anthony into his bed, after all this time, was a quick glimpse of something private and a casual but carefully orchestrated conversation with his boss - well. It almost feels too easy, but only almost.

Anthony's straightforwardness makes Valentino laugh. He tries to stifle it a little bit by pressing a kiss over the inside of Anthony's wrist while he attempts to tame his hair, but his smile can still be easily felt against the delicate skin, and he doesn't really feel much of a reason to hide it anyway. He likes the boldness, though he's never really thought of Anthony as shy or reserved. Quiet, maybe, and sometimes a little spacey (which, he thinks, might be attributed to his habit of sampling the product perhaps a little too often), but never timid.

"Ah, well," Valentino begins, his gaze lingering on the flush coloring Anthony's cheeks for a moment before wandering over the rest of him. He sits back a little, straightening up so he's no longer looming over Anthony. He cards his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, and then reaches for the front of Anthony's shirt, grabbing a small fistful of it and gently pulling him up, his weight balanced and spread evenly between both of his knees. "Can't let the angels have you just yet. Come here, amor."

With quick fingers, Valentino starts to work the buttons of Anthony's shirt free. He's tempted to just rip the whole thing off of him, buttons be damned - it's not as if he can't just buy him another shirt, perhaps something a little more expensive and tailored to his body - but he's courteous enough to not ruin Anthony's things just yet.

[harderdaddy]

Sober Anthony might play things a little cooler, though evidently not by too much given what had happened in the alley. Still, it's dangerous enough being queer even without the Family. It's rare he gets confirmation that someone might be on the same wavelength without teasing it out over countless shared exchanges. He can safely say he never saw through Valentino despite the frequent roll the man played in his fantasies. Not until a few hours earlier.

And here they are now~

There's a happy laugh, the blond easy to tug, trying his very best indulge in a little bit of everything. Needy kisses, fumbling fingers on Val's buttons- and then instead helping to get out of his own. Too much want and not enough hands. He's an impatient thing.

"I know that one~" he breathes fondly, reasonably sure amor and amore couldn't be all that different in meaning, and beaming cheekily at the petname.

[papichulo]

It's a mess of hands between the two of them as Valentino continues to push buttons through button holes, amused but unfazed by Anthony's own almost-frantic need for touch and attention. Val indulges him as much as he can, pushing back into every needy kiss even if it means he has to pause his hands for a moment, and ghosting his knuckles over warm, soft skin every time a new inch is exposed to him with the freeing of another button.

Anthony's impatience makes him laugh, a low note ringing in his chest, aroused by his not-so-subtle desperation. Valentino allows him to help him rid himself of his shirt, and the second it's gone Valentino's on him again, hands splayed against either side of his throat, fingers framed under the edges of his jaw, just holding him there so he can look at him. At his mismatched eyes, the light freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, scattered like constellations. His bright, teasing smile.

Valentino could consume him, he thinks. He could devour him. He will, and nothing will stop him. Valentino smiles back at him, a slow exposure of straight white teeth, save for the single gold crown peeking from the corner. He leans down to kiss him, and it's hungry and a little aggressive, but brief.

"Ah, then maybe you know this one too..." Valentino chuckles, hands sliding down over Anthony's bare shoulders, coaxing him to lie back again so he can follow. He dips down to kiss him, tongue gently pushing into his mouth for a taste. When he pulls back a handful of seconds later, he only goes far enough to murmur against Anthony's lips. "Dulce." Sweet, the way Anthony tastes to him.

[harderdaddy]

Pinned there under that gaze, Anthony's cheek feel too hot, sure no one has ever looked at him like that before. He feels like Valentino can see right through him, see all his thoughts and inner working, and still wants him. Anthony can't help but smile brighter starring back up at him with barely constrained want. That gold gleam painting the perfect picture of that bit of danger he always seems to find himself attracted to.

The blanket feels cool against his back, helpss with the flush his whole body seems to be feeling, and there's a muffled hum of pleasure lost in the kiss. That one too isn't too different, and there's a soft laugh before he counters- "Cattivo," in teasing admonishment. Naughty. A word oft used to describe him before he was old enough for the more colourful language.

[papichulo]

With Anthony splayed out before him, Valentino shifts back and splits his weight between his haunches and his spread knees, hands moving Anthony's legs so they sit on either side of him. He takes the brief moment of separation to remove his undershirt, muscles flexing as he reaches over and backwards behind his shoulders with both hands, grabbing two fistfuls of the thin material and dragging it off. Val tosses the shirt somewhat carelessly away from the bed, and then lets his hands settle at Anthony's knees, palms skimming slowly up his thighs toward his waist.

He smirks, his gaze wandering openly, following the path of his own hands at first, and then higher still up the narrow line of Anthony's torso until he meets the younger man's eyes, humming a low, amused note.

"Teach me," he requests, broad hands squeezing at Anthony's hips. He splays his fingers over Anthony's entire ribcage next, thumbs at a nipple as he bows over him suddenly, leaning some of his weight into his hands. Val kisses him again, uses his teeth to briefly catch his lower lip. "I'm not sure I know that one..."