Tony kept stroking that sweet spot inside Angel even after he came.
Slowly.
Expertly.
Angel's body trembled from the high.
And he was far from being finished.
His thighs are shaking uncontrollably.
His whole body was still on ecstasy.
Then—
"Good boy," Tony whispered.
Breaking his lips from Angel's.
Kissing his temple.
His eyes were full of burning desire.
Angel could do nothing but stare—violet eyes still wet from tears.
"You're ready."
Tony made sure for Angel to understand what he meant.
'Oh God!' Angel thought.
'There was more?'
He wanted to speak.
But his mouth was dry.
Tony slowly pulled his fingers out—wet.
Glistening.
And wiped them gently on the silky sheets.
He smirked.
As if he read what was on Angel's mind.
"There's more, babe."
Tony winked while he was putting down Angel's hands from his chest down to his sides.
"The night was still young."
Angel gulped.
His breathing was now starting to calm down.
His eyes were begging Tony to have mercy.
But Tony gently laughed.
"Don't tell me you are hoping that I will just hump and dump you only once," he teased.
Tony's eyes scanned the room.
His eyes zeroed in on the lotion he saw earlier on the top of the drawer.
Now that he thinks about it.
It seems that the hotel room they were in was lived in.
And not just one or two days.
'So he has been staying here since then?'
For a month?
Tony's eyes went back to Angel on the bed.
Still laying down.
Chest was slowly rising and falling.
Sweat had formed on his forehead.
Nose.
And his neck.
His eyes are now fully awake.
Wide.
But still glassy.
The evidence that he came was also there.
Between his thighs.
Tony's eyes stayed there for a bit.
The pink cock has gone soft, still glistening with release.
'He won't be able to stand and move for a while,' he smirked again.
Tony stood up.
Confident.
Aroused.
And he wants nothing more in that moment than to bury himself inside Angel.
But still, he held back.
'I must have some superhuman control. Shit.'
His hard on was very evident.
The way his pants stretched.
And Angel could only blink as he looked at him.
He can feel his lust coming back.
'His body was so perfect..'
Then his eyes went to Tony's face.
He was looking at him.
Angel reddened.
He was caught looking down his pants.
But Tony did not say anything.
The smirk on his face says everything he needs to say.
Angel groaned.
Suddenly having the urge to claw it.
But he doesn't have the strength to move his limbs.
He closed his eyes instead.
"I like how you looked at me, babe." Tony started to tease him.
"Feels like you are devouring me." he added.
Then—
"Want to suck it?"
Angel can feel the grin on his voice.
'He was clearly enjoying this!'
Then Angel asked instead, "What are you doing?"
Eyes still closed.
"Taking your lotion in the bed," Tony answered immediately.
"Why?" Angel wondered.
He can feel Tony moving.
"You don't have the strength to give me a blow job, amore." Tony said casually.
Angel's cheeks felt like it was on fire.
"Why?" he asked again.
He felt something was thrown on the bed.
Below his feet.
Then he heard a zipper's sound.
It felt so loud.
Angel involuntarily opened his eyes.
And look.
Tony was looking at him, while taking off his suit pants.
Now Angel's throat felt like the Sahara desert.
A sick grin was on Tony's face.
Holding Angel's gaze.
Then he pulled down his slacks.
Together with his boxers in one swift move.
Tony's length was now free.
Like a fucking pole.
Angel's eyes can't help but look at it.
Then he stopped breathing.
His knees that were already weak have gone into jelly.
Melted.
Then Tony stepped forward, towards the bed.
He stopped just at the edge of it.
Angel thought that Tony would join him back into the bed.
But he was wrong.
Tony reached for the bottle of lotion he threw in the bed instead.
Angel's lotion.
The click of the cap sounded loud in the quiet room.
The smell of flowery fragrance filled the space.
"Vanilla," Tony said.
"Smelled like you."
Then he squeezed the lotion.
Getting a handful.
He coated himself with it.
His movements are erotic.
Seducing Angel.
Eyes was on Angel.
He moves his hands up and down his full length.
Making Angel's breath falter.
Then without a word, Tony knelt down between Angel's legs.
The bed sank with his weight.
Pulling Angel's knees up.
Tony's hands smoothed over Angel's hips, again.
Slow and reverent.
Then he kissed them.
His knees.
But his eyes have gone dark.
Full of desire.
HIs silver eyes brewed a storm.
Their eyes met.
As if searching for something.
Not moving yet.
"Ti desidero (I desire you)."
His eyes say the same.
"Voglio sentirti dentro (I want to feel you inside)."
His eyes are truthful.
"Ti prego, di di si (I beg you, say yes)."
Then he begs.
Angel could only nod.
A confirmation.
There is no turning back now.
It's not just about sex.
As Tony said.
This isn't sex.
'Is he saying, he's making love?' Angel wondered.
'With me?'
Then..
"Are we lovers now?" Angel asked what's on his mind.
Then he stilled.
He didn't mean to say that out loud.
Tony also stilled while positioning himself.
His brows furrowed.
'Oh no..' Angel bit his lips.
He squirmed at the intense look in Tony's eyes.
"Oh babe, you didn't hear what I said earlier?" he asked Angel.
"What? Which one.."
Angel was confused.
And Tony was serious.
"I'll show it to your body instead."
A promise.
Angel's breath caught.
Then he felt the blunt head of Tony's cock pressing at his entrance.
Hot.
Thick.
Unforgiving.
"Angel.." Tony murmured.
Leaning in.
Brushing his brown curly hair from his sweaty and flushed face.
"I need you to breathe for me, okay? In and out."
Angel tried.
In.
Out.
But he was already gasping.
It's painful and at the same time it's not.
"Relax. I've got you."
Tony kissed his neck.
Then Tony suddenly pulled Angel's body up.
Changing positions.
He accompanied it with the movement of raising his hips.
His full member got pushed in.
"Ahhh!"
Angel can't help but to scream—loudly.
He literally stopped breathing.
Angel could feel him!
Fully!
Tony hold him hard.
Hugged him hard.
Then stop moving.
Angel felt it throbbed inside him.
Vibrating.
"Sshh.." Tony soothes him.
His jaw clenching.
His chest felt heavy.
Then Tony finally whispered, "I love you, Angel…"
"I love you.."
His voice sounded like a prayer.
"Do you hear me?"
Tony demanded.
"I said I love you.. "
Then Tony's hand crawled at his back.
To down his spine.
Gritting his teeth.
A fresh wave of new tears flowed down Angel's face.
"You goddamn brute."
His last protest, but not really a protest.
Tony chuckled, "Can I move now?"
Angel started to nod but stopped.
"But how?" he asked instead.
"Put your arms around me," Tony instructed him.
Angel put his arms around him.
Then he felt Tony lift him up from the bed.
"Tony!" he protested.
It burned!
Too much!
"Do you want me to stop?" Tony asked.
"No dumbass put me down!"
Tony stilled.
"Then will you be the one to move? Up and down? You're gonna ride me?" his eyes twinkled.
"No.. I.." Angel was suddenly taken aback.
Then—
"Idiot. Stupid. Fuck you," he cursed at Tony.
Then Tony kissed him.
Sweet.
Wet.
Then he felt that Tony stood up—carrying him—away from the bed!
He can feel it!
And then he moved forward.
Every step Angel could feel it.
Slow.
Steady.
Stretching.
Splitting.
Consuming.
Angel cried out.
Biting down on Tony's neck.
Tony paused.
"Do you want me to stop?"
His voice was strained.
Desperate.
Holding back.
Angel's answer was a choked whimper.
But he shook his head.
Eyes glossy.
"Then hold on tight, amore."
Tony kissed his shoulder.
With every step it's going deeper.
Then Angel felt his back against the wall.
"I'm gonna start moving."
He kissed Angel's lips.
He started to rock his hips.
Slow thrust at first.
Trying to find the rhythm.
Measuring.
Then, faster.
Harder.
Then he grinds deep into that spot again—
And again.
Until Angel was now sobbing into Tony's neck.
Hips are rocking back and forth to meet him.
Every snap of Tony's hips sent lightning down his spine.
Every kiss to his neck and jaw and lips lit Angel up like a flame.
Every word—low, desperate, Italian—felt magic woven into his skin.
"Cosi bello.. cosi stretto.. mio, mio, mio (So beautiful.. so tight.. mine, mine, mine)"
Angel clawed Tony's back.
Crying out again as Tony hit that spot right.
He saw another set of stars again.
"Tony—please—don't—ahh!!—don't stop—"
"I'm not," Tony growled.
Hand fisting Angel's ass.
"I'm never stopping. Not with you."
He thrust more.
Harder.
Deeper.
Pace steady.
Building.
Climbing.
Angel's mind went white.
Only sensations.
Only Tony.
Only now.
And when he came—
With a scream muffled by Tony's neck—
Tony was right there with him.
Cursing into his skin as he spilled inside him.
Hot and full.
Then Tony put his weight with Angel on the wall.
Sweaty.
Panting.
Heartbeats tangled.
Breath synced.
Tony stayed inside him.
Didn't pull out.
Angel can feel their seeds flowing down the floor.
Tony's hold on Angel got tighter.
He pressed his face on the curve of his neck.
"You're mine now," he whispered.
Quiet.
Ragged.
True.
Angel didn't speak.
He couldn't.
He just hugged Tony tighter.
Like he might never let go.
**
AN//
Yay! I survive the smut scene!
Thoughts?
Anything?
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