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]

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.