Angel dust

It was easier to fake pleasure.

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For Angel at least. He was a porn star after all. He could fake pleasure like hiding a penny in a pocket. Besides, he never really received real pleasure in a long while.

Well, that was until you came into his life. At first, he thought nothing of you. Just another resident to the tacky hotel. Then, after having a conversation It was like love at first sight.

Angel didn't think he could love. Not after Valentino that is. But, you completely changed his perspective about it. He was deeply in love too.

Luckily for him, you saw the good side of him. Not just Angel dust, but Anthony. He couldn't fall harder if he had too.

Dating wasn't hard, despite the studio and Val, it was great. Until it came to sex..

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He wasn't expecting what you gave. He was expecting something rough, something harsh, bruises and dark purple hickeys.

But no.

It was different.

You were gentle. Soft. The feeling of your fingers on his hips felt good. Your praises were so genuine. He felt as if he was actually having sex, not just an act.

He couldn't help the tears that escaped his eyes as you placed a gentle kiss on his neck, leaving a soft love mark. He bit his bottom lip, not wanting you to notice though you obviously did.

You thought something was wrong, you surely had to have done something wrong.

"No- no.. please just..keep going.." Angel mustered out, shoving his face into the pillow he held. His breath hitched, the lump in his throat refused to swallow.

"Please don't stop..."