mazeofrelationships | Human AU where no one died and did sins but there's still Hurt

Human AU where no one died and did sins but there's still Hurt

It's not easy being a gay man in the early 1940s, and Anthony Caruso knew he'd have to keep his sexuality discreet even after he and his twin sister left their mob family and never looked back. But Anthony is a romantic at heart, always dreaming of a One True Love like in the fairy tales. Meeting that one person who stole his heart and gave theirs back and even if they could never get married or do all the things straight people did, they'd be each other's.

Maybe he got a bit too caught up in the fantasy, because Clive was all that and more. They fell in love at first sight, spent many passionate nights together, talked about a future together. At one point they talked about running away together.

Then Clive told him it was over. I'm getting married, Anthony. She's the daughter of my parents' closest friends and they've always hinted that we should be together. Her name's Antoina. The fact that her name's so close to his stings the most. Clive wanted him, but the only way he'd ever stay forever is if Anthony was a woman. And now he's got that.

Clive was bisexual, but Anthony figured it didn't matter because Clive loved him. Except he never did, not enough to risk displeasing his parents to run away with him. I can pass as normal, Anthony, and that's...just what I need to do. I'm sorry, I love you.

That night Anthony took off the necklace Clive had given him and flung it off a bridge. He couldn't even go to Molly with this; she knew her twin was gay but she was busy with her family and of course his brother-in-law, nephews, and niece didn't know the truth. Molly passed him off as "too spirited to settle down" and Anthony was fine with that.

As it is, he'll never find anyone to settle with. He won't marry some girl just to pass as straight, it's not fair to either of them.

So lately he's been going to a local bar to sip a glass of brandy and mope.

At least the bartender's a good guy who doesn't mind some pathetic kid being sad in front of his customers.

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Please, leave that mark, Anthony will feel it and know it's there. Looking into Howard's eyes, he nods.

"Please. They're so tight it's uncomfortable." His dick is tenting the fabric, and underneath he's wearing plain light blue boxers.

He might eventually leave a few bigger marks, but now, just one, a small claim on his perfect Anthony.

Gently, he undoes Anthony's pants, pulling them off, followed by his boxers. Sitting back, he just takes it all in, absolute wonder on his face. "Anthony... you're beautiful and perfect." There's a clear tent in his pants as well.

Howard's the first man who's seen him fully naked in ages, and Anthony's blushing, clearly enjoying his lover's gaze. He's always enjoyed praise, but hearing it from Howard is beyond just "nice".

"Let me..." He reaches for the closures of Howard's pants, tugging them down.

"Whatever you want, Anthony." He blushes a bit as his pants and underwear are taken off, and he's sitting there, completely bare in front of his lover.

His dick is fairly large, and erect, clearly interested in this lovely man in front of him. He's also hoping that he measures up to what Anthony had in his head.

He doesn't just measure up, he surpasses it. Anthony's heart races at the sight of that amazing dick.

"Can I touch you?"

"Of course." Howards hands go to Anthony's body, gently running across his chest and down his sides. "As long as I can touch you too."

"Please. Your hands are so warm, I want to feel them as much as I can." Anthony reaches out and runs his palm up and down Howard's erection, loving how hot and hard he is.

Howard shivers at Anthony's hand on his erection. It's been ages since anyone touched him, and he's pretty sure no one's ever touched him like that. Miranda sure didn't.

He reaches over, gently palming Anthony, then stroking gently. Fuck, that feels good.

"Ah..." Anthony's own erection throbs against Howard's hand, little pinpricks of heat starting to course through him. "Mm, just like that." He keeps his hand moving slowly, gently, even with Clive it never felt this good.

Realization crosses Howard's mind. This is what his life is missing. Maybe he just has no interest in women. It would make sense. He's never been touched like this before, he's never felt this good, never felt this much fire going through him.

"Your hand is so good, Anthony..." Howard shivers, his own hand picking up the pace just a bit. "I've never felt this turned on. Ever."

Just hearing the words makes Anthony's heart soar. He's used to being a "first" for guys, but this...just like everything else, it hits differently coming from Howard. Once again it affirms that this isn't just some experiment or a phase or a last hurrah before a guy settles down to fit in. This is real.

He strokes faster, a little harder, he loves this man more than he can put into words.

He's full of emotion, hand moving faster, whimpering as Angel brings him closer to the edge.

He loves him more than anything, more than he ever thought possible. Clearly he just hadn't found the right person yet. His heart's absolutely singing just sitting on the bed with his beloved.

"I love you," Anthony murmurs, "you feel so good, Howard, this is...this is better than anything I could have dreamed of." And they haven't even taken it all the way yet.

"I love you too, Anthony." He speeds his hand up a bit more. "Do you want to come like this? Or... something else?" This is wonderful, and he almost certainly wants more tonight, but for now...

He almost says he wants Howard inside him, but pauses; he's never done it that way, never even used fingers on himself or been fingered, and he knows it could hurt. But there is something else he'd love.

"Could you use your mouth?" He's been blown a few times before, but he was usually the one giving it.

"Sure." Howard blushes a bit, pulling back from Angel. "I've... never done this before so tell me if I'm doing something wrong?"

Carefully, he kneels down in front of him, hands on his thighs, and licks the tip of Anthony's cock gently. Not bad at all.

Anthony nods, and the moment he feels that warm, wet contact he lets out a sharp moan. He plants one hand in Howard's hair and clutches the bed with the other, so far so good!

Howard takes Anthony in his mouth, tongue exploring Anthony's cock, and sucking just a bit. It's timid, but it's loving and sincere.

"Yes, Howard, that's so good...just like that, you're perfect." Anthony's toes curl and uncurl, his head falling back as the sensations envelop him.

He keeps going, trying a few different things, and seeing what gets the best reactions from his lover.

Just listening to him is making him even harder. So this is what it really is to be turned on.

"I'm close," Anthony gasps, partially a warning, he's never minded swallowing but some guys were never into it. His cock swells a little, his eyes close as the heat grows stronger and thicker within him.

Howard isn't going to pull away. He wants to know what it's like, wants to know what his Anthony tastes like.

Humming a bit around his cock, he keeps going, just a bit more intensely.

And with a cry, Anthony orgasms. His vision fills with stars in a way it never has even with his most passionate flings, his head spins, the rest of the world besides Howard fades into the background.

It's a bit startling, but Howard drinks it all down, keeping his mouth around Angel until he's completely spent, then cleaning him up with his tongue. Huh. That was actually pretty damn nice.

Anthony's panting, occasionally murmuring Howard's name, his eyes half-lidded and his cheeks flushed bright red.

"Wow."

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