Hi @thenoman-sland !!! I was your secret Valentine's gift maker for @gtafest :333 I really liked all of your prompts, but I went with the first one because I've been wanting to write Luis and Tony for a while, just never found the courage to xD I hope you like it (and I really hope I didn't fuck up the Spanish parts lol)
Love you so much, hope you have an amazing Valentine's day!! <333
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Pillowtalk had never been something Luis looked forward to with his previous partners. Perhaps it was the pressure he felt from the naked girls next to him, looking at him expectantly and waiting for him to whisper sweet nothings and flattering remarks into their ear, or maybe he simply wasn’t the type for that kind of intimacy. That was an advantage in his line of work, really. He always had something more important to do than lazing around in bed, with a hot chick or not, and he was handsome enough to hook up with them again without buttering them up with exaggerations and lies. Most of the time, they found him at the club and took him to the toilets for a quick fuck anyway, rather than inviting him to their bed again.
But it was different with Tony. So incredibly different. He had no explanation as to why he was dying to say every corny word in the book to Tony while touching his naked body, lips worshiping his skin to make him squirm in pleasure under him. Tony wasn’t some delicate flower, even if troubled at times — the rough, filthy sex they had nearly every night was proof of that. And yet, the yearning lingered. The need to make sure Tony knew how crazy Luis was about him, to feel his skin that was deliciously tanned from their recent vacation in Los Santos. Nothing else mattered when he had Tony with him, preferably naked, all his for as long as he wanted.
That’s why he didn’t hold back when he got the chance that night after they thoroughly enjoyed each other’s bodies, taking their sweet time with it. The atmosphere felt exquisite, just the right amount of romance with the few candles Tony had lit before pulling Luis into bed with a searing kiss — they gave off a sweet, woody scent that warmed his insides, making him feel at home with how familiar it was. One of the playlists he had made for Tony was quietly playing in the living room.
He could barely pay attention to any of that, though, when sweat glistened on Tony’s forehead, those perfect lips wrapped around the thin cigarette he held between his two fingers, and he looked almost serene, like he wasn’t worried about anything for once. Not the business, not where their relationship was going, and certainly not deranged mobsters chasing after him.
Luis found himself shuffling closer, yanking off the sheets Tony had covered below his waist to expose more of his beautiful body, fingertips ghosting over his hip bone. It drew a quiet laughter out of Tony, and he murmured after he breathed out the smoke, “Round two?”
“No,” Luis hummed, caressing Tony’s thigh. “I mean, not yet.”
Tony took another drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the ashtray, only half-smoked. “You used to take less time. Old age is getting to you, darling.”
Luis looked up into Tony’s eyes while he pressed his lips to his stomach, just above his belly button, leaving small, sensual kisses as he moved up.
The confusion was evident on Tony’s face, but so was the arousal and fondness. He was unmistakably pleased by being lavished with attention, and he returned it by putting his hands on Luis’s broad shoulders, right thumb stroking the skin of his neck in a way that made Luis shiver slightly. “Well, this is new,” he mumbled.
“Yeah?” Luis countered, urging him to roll onto his side a bit so he could grope his asscheek. “I thought you knew how much I’m into you.”
“My ass is well aware of just how much.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, gaze not leaving Luis’s.
Raising his eyebrows, Luis lazily lapped at Tony’s nipple, kissing it a few times, continuing to fondle him before humming, “Tone.”
“Lou.”
“I’m really fucking into you.”
“Are you, now?”
Luis grunted, planting a wet kiss on his neck. “Are you fucking with me?”
“Yep,” Tony answered, smirking like he knew precisely what Luis was thinking. “Teasing you is just too fun, honey.”
That earned him a spank and another kiss, this time on the corner of his mouth. “Say it.”
“Say what?”
“That I’m into you.”
Tony hummed, gently running his hand up and down his back. “Somebody’s a softie today.”
Luis groaned out a curse word in Spanish before he crashed their mouths together, softly biting Tony’s lower lip and swallowing his moan with another kiss. When Tony tried to tilt his head to mutter another witty retort, he pushed him onto his back and kissed him again, practically climbing on top of him.
It didn’t take Tony long to give up and wrap his arm around Luis’s shoulder, his other hand winding up in his hair, pulling him closer, and it felt like time stopped when they were pressed together like they were born for it, lips locked, tongues teasing each other, hands searching, craving for more. Right then, if Luis knew a way to carve into Tony’s skin to pull out his soul so he could entwine it with his own, he would; he was sure of it.
What felt like an eternity later, Luis had to finally let Tony breathe, hiding his face in Tony’s neck and panting heavily. He could feel the proof of Tony’s arousal digging into his thigh, but he didn’t dare move from his spot, just… feeling Tony, his skin, heartbeat. Breathing him in.
He heard Tony swallow after catching his breath, but he didn’t speak. Neither of them did for a while — there was no need when they could remind what they meant to each other with their bodies, their lips constantly seeking more skin to kiss. When Tony glanced up and their eyes met, though, he found himself murmuring, “Eres tan hermoso, querido…”
The corners of Tony’s eyes wrinkled as he smiled. “Are you being a softie in Spanish now, Lou?”
“Cállate.”
Tony’s smile widened, and he appeared to be thinking before he said, “Una cerveza, por favor.”
Luis snorted amusedly, nudging Tony’s jaw with his nose. “You stupid old, white man. Is that the only thing you remember?”
“I took a class for you and this is how you thank me,” Tony sighed exaggeratedly.
“No. This is how I thank you.” He groped Tony’s ass again, the other hand over his head, touching his hair with affection. “Round two.”
Tony simply laughed and brought their lips together again, kissing him warmly and sweetly, hand resting over Luis’s cheek and feeling his stubble.
They fucked again, both satisfied when Luis pulled Tony close seconds before falling asleep, face against the nape of his neck. Surely, he would worship all of Tony again soon, make him feel so good, but there was no rush.
They had the rest of their lives for that.
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