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Mafioso stood at John's doorstep with a bouquet in his hands, nervously tapping his foot against the concrete whilst silently debating whether this was a good idea or not. Confessing his love for the man he had the longest crush on for the longest time, like a cliche high school movie, he couldn't think of any other way to do it. What was the worst that could happen? John saying no?
He raised his hand to knock on the door with the smallest bit of courage that he had. A second passed before John opened the door with a warm smile, but it faltered when he saw how nervous Mafioso looked. That was unusual for him. Mafioso swallowed roughly; he eyed John's outfit—a simple turtle neck with blue jeans. How did this man manage to look good in everything?
"I wanted to ask you a question, John." Cocking his head to the side, he nods as if telling Mafioso to continue speaking. "I was wondering..." It felt like briars were scraping against the inside of his throat. Damn, he couldn't do this. "...Would you like to be my boyfriend?"
Mafioso handed John the fancy-looking bouquet that had a mix of different flowers, including roses, lilies, and tulips. He picked the ones that were most romantic from his research; he wanted this to mean a lot, at least for John. After staring for a few seconds in heart-attack-inducing silence, John's face lit up as he began to sign. 'The flowers are beautiful.'
Doubt began to settle within Mafioso when John complimented the flowers but said nothing about the date. This was such a bad idea... Why'd he even allow himself to confess in the first place?! Jeez, he really should have listened to his gut feeling. Confessions never ended happily.
His thoughts continued to run wild like a river's extreme current.
That was until John nodded and signed. 'I thought you'd never ask, Mafioso. I'd be honoured to!'
A weight was lifted off his shoulders, causing him to let out a soft sigh of relief. John's eyes travelled up and down Mafioso's body before landing on his lips; he wondered how soft they would feel against his own. Mafioso wondered the same thing. Another silence washed over the two, though this was heated rather than uncomfortable.
Mafioso made the first move, stepping inside the house as he planted his lips against John's almost eagerly. Despite the shorter being the first one to kiss, John seemed to take control of it with ease. How he did it was beyond Mafioso. But right now? All that mattered was how warm the taller felt. John grabbed the flowers from Mafioso's hands to place them gently on the table; he pinned the younger's waist to the table.
Holy shit, this turned out better than he imagined.
He groaned against John's mouth, reluctantly pulling away for a breath.
"We should probably put your flowers in a vase," Mafioso spoke lowly, earning a hum from John.