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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[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..."

[harderdaddy]

Those glossy eyes watch that skin as it's revealed, brows arching at the play of muscle and skin, wanting to map every inch of it with his tongue. His breath catches softly with those wandering hands, and then he's lost in the shadow under him, happy to live there if Valentino would let him.

There's a bashful laugh and Anthony's distracted by that kiss, and those teeth, and his hands... it takes him a beat to remember himself, chasing after another kiss before answering, "Naughty." Another kiss. "Bellissimo. Handsome." And another, pale fingers blindly working at opening Val's trousers. "Forte. Strong." Dangerous, but in all the ways that seem to turn Anthony on.

[papichulo]

Valentino seems to take some pride in being called naughty, one corner of his mouth pulling with a satisfied smirk accompanied by a low chuckle, rough in the back of his throat. He meets every punctuating kiss in between like they're gifts he's only so lucky to earn, tongue teasing fleetingly against the soft plush of a bottom lip, tasting what he can when he's allowed as he pins Anthony gently under the spread of his broad hands.

Truthfully, the compliments aren't new to him; Valentino's attractive, and he's been told as much in so many different ways by now by people trying to earn his favor or protection or whatever else they think they can tease out of him by way of flirtation, that it rarely ever fazes him anymore. But it's different, coming from Anthony. What does he have to gain from Valentino that he doesn't already have? He has power in the form of his family, money, protection if he needs it, authority in the right circumstances. The likelihood of his affection being founded in personal gain is unlikely, and therefore, makes his attention all that more appealing to Valentino. And it helps that he's fucking gorgeous. It helps that Valentino has been eyeing him from a distance for far longer than he'd likely admit to anyone.

"That one is close," he murmurs against Anthony's mouth, not-so-subtly inching more into the space between his legs once he feels those fingers at the front of his pants, his erection straining a little underneath the zipper. He dips his head a little, nosing at Anthony's jaw and brushing a kiss along the sharp edge. "For me, it's fuerte."

[harderdaddy]

"Fuerte," Anthony repeats softly, trying to match that pretty accent, voice breathy as he frees him, "Grande~" he teases with a hushed groan and a few loose pumps of his hand, hips arching off the bed impatiently.

"Fff- please- I'll be good for ya, I promise, please-" Anthony's head lulls back to welcome more of those kisses, oversensitive to touch.