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“I’ve been thinkin’ we should have a baby.”
Rafael Barba actually, literally spat out the mouthful of coffee he’d just been taking in at his husband’s words, spoken as casually as if he were asking what meetings Rafael had on the agenda that day. He couldn’t come up with any response but, “We’ve only been married two weeks, Sonny.”
Sonny plated up breakfast – chocolate chip pancakes and sausage links – for them both and sat next to Rafael on the couch, where they always ended up eating despite ownership of not one but four dining chairs in the new house. “We’ve been together for eight years , Rafi, and I’m not going to spend six years badgering you to start a family like I did for a ring when we both already know we want to.”
“You did not have to badger me for a ring. I just wanted-”
“You wanted it to be right ,” Sonny finished, voice all teasing and soft. “You waited to ask me to be your boyfriend until we’d already been dating for six months and you waited to propose until you were certain I’d say yes even though I would’ve on our first date and you waited until we had money for the house to have a wedding.”
“And what’s wrong with that? You love how prepared and sensible I am.”
Sonny laughed. “I do. But we're ready now, so I don't want to wait. And I know that, if past precedent stands, you’re going to want to wait until you’ve taken years of parenting classes and read every book in the library on it and talked through the pros and cons with Liv and Amanda and your mother and my sisters and we’ll be in our seventies before you even think about it seriously.”
“You’re not wrong,” Rafael conceded as he finished off his food and downed the last of his first cup of coffee. “But, vida mia , it’s just such a long process and so expensive and-”
Sonny cut him a pointed look, eyes burning with something Rafael couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Actually, we’d be saving about fifty bucks a month on condoms, by my estimation.”
That made Rafael’s ears perk up like a puppy. He realized exactly what the look in Sonny’s eyes was. He tried to find any semblance of his regular, calm voice in his throat but it still came out practically prepubescent with uncertainty. “Oh, you…you mean you want us to have a baby? Our baby, I mean. Both of us. Sorry; I’m processing. I, ah, I just figured that wasn’t an option for us, whether you were just uncomfortable with being pregnant or if it wasn’t possible with your hormones or-”
“We use condoms for a reason, Rafi,” Sonny teased, enjoying one of Rafael’s rare moments out of control. He stood up, grabbed one file from a stack of many on his desk, and handed it over to Rafael. Practiced and easy, he sat down in Sonny’s lap. Realizing it wasn’t just another case file, Rafael paged through it as Sonny explained, “Look, I honestly wasn’t sure either; I’ve been on T for, what, a decade and a half now? But I saw an OB to-”
“Without telling me?”
“To surprise you, jackass,” Sonny cut back, his eyes smiling and warm as Rafael’s hands rested on his lower back. “Anyway, I stopped my T a few months ago, so we could run some tests on my hormones and everything, see how my body adjusted, whatever, and, well, see all those numbers I don’t understand?” He traced a finger down all the test results as his heart pounded hard; he felt Rafael’s grip on his hip tightening. “Basically, what all that means is that I have a really good chance of getting pregnant if that’s the kind of thing you want to do with me.”
Rafael stared at him, incredulous and grinning and stupid, and tossed the file onto the coffee table. “You just told me that you want to have a family with me and that I get to fuck my husband without a condom for the foreseeable future. That’s definitely the kind of thing I want to do with you.” He kissed Sonny hard and held him tighter than usual. “Let’s try for a baby. Take your clothes off.”
Sonny rolled his eyes as Rafael’s lips trailed down to his neck. “I didn’t mean we had to start trying now , Rafi.”
But Rafael’s hands were already at Sonny’s belt buckle, lips already at his neck. “No time like the present.”
“We have to go to work,” Sonny protested half-heartedly, his own hands refusing to listen to the logical part of his brain as he started to strip Rafael’s work clothes off. “It’s a longer commute from the house and I’m not even ovulating, Rafi.”
Rafael pulled back and pouted. “From my knowledge of sitcoms, that means we can’t have sex until you are, right? Optimize our chances or whatever .”
“You’re adorable when you’re sexually frustrated.”
“We just got back from our honeymoon,” he complained, “and you’re telling me I can’t go back to having constant sex right away?”
Sonny rubbed a thumb over his cheek. “Your life is so unfair.”
Rafael squeezed Sonny’s ass and took a few breaths to cool himself off. He rested the top of his head against Sonny's chest, sighing contentedly as Sonny’s fingers ran sweetly through his hair. He murmured, “It’ll all be worth it when I get a baby that’s half Sonny out of it. God, we’re going to have such cute babies.”
Sonny grinned. “‘Babies.’ Plural”
“Well, yeah, only children are freaks.”
“You’re an only child.”
“Case and point.”
Sonny kissed the top of his head. “As long as they don’t inherit my crooked teeth. Four years of braces.”
Rafael agreed and added, “Or your mongrel toes.”
Sonny stood up, mock offended. “Now you’re definitely not getting laid before work.”
The torture continued when, two days later, as they were rushing to get ready for work after oversleeping, Sonny said, offhandedly, so casual, toothbrush in his mouth and towel around his waist, “I’m in my fertile window now, by the way.”
Rafael groaned like he was about to be water-boarded. He stood behind Sonny, hands on his hips, and said, “ Mi vida , you can’t say things like that when we’re already running late and I have to work until late. You’ll be asleep by the time I come home.”
Sonny threw him a devilish smile in the mirror and replied, “Then I’ll stop by your office for lunch.”
Rafael sucked in a sharp breath. “And how do you suggest I work while I’m thinking about that all morning?”
Sonny laughed as he hastily got dressed. “The last thing on your mind when you’re in court with Buchanan will be fucking me.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Actually, I wouldn’t.”
The minutes of Rafael’s day ticked by so, so slowly. Much to his dismay, it was, in fact, impossible to think about anything but his dick’s eagerness to be inside his husband, even as he focused in on jury selection against Buchanan. At least he could sit down with his legs crossed to keep things above-board. And thank god he’d already written out his strategy.
When he headed out of court and back up to his office, he hadn’t expected Sonny to be sitting behind his desk, belt and tie and suit jacket and waistcoat in a folded pile as he scrolled on his phone. As Rafael’s eyes devoured him, Sonny said, “I thought about being naked, but I figured the odds of Carmen coming in to offer me coffee or whatever were too high to risk it.”
Rafael crossed his office quickly, fingers already at his tie. “If that’s a possibility, I’ll tell her to never offer you anything again.”
Before Sonny could even speak, Rafael was in his lap, kissing him hard as he tugged off his tie and began shedding layers. They started unbuttoning each other’s shirts and Sonny shivered at just how turned on Rafael so obviously was at the whole situation, his fingers trembling and his breaths shallow. Sonny was an expert at bringing him to that headspace, but it usually took a little more than just sitting in a chair fully clothed.
Rafael dropped to his knees in front of Sonny, making quick work of his zipper and yanking down his pants, beyond pleased to find him without underwear. As Sonny spread his legs just to give Rafael the view, Rafael said, “You’re the devil, you know that?”
“I’d only be the devil if I was going to tease you. I have a meeting in half an hour and the precinct is fifteen minutes away.” Sonny breathed out, ragged, and stood up. He leaned himself over Rafael's desk, ask in the air, sex glistening. “I don’t have time for romance here. I want you to fuck me like you did when we first got together.”
“Overly eager and lasting less than two minutes?” Rafael laughed as he stood up, too, and smacked Sonny’s ass. “I’m sure I can make that happen.” A moment later, though, he added, “You’ve made me a romantic, though, Sonny. Turn over so I can at least look at you like I’m in love with you while you use me as a pump-and-dump.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you more.”
Sonny sat up and kissed Rafael hard before leaning back on the desk, ankled perched on the very edge, legs spread. “Don’t make me beg, Rafi. Turns out mixing a decade of testosterone with ovulation and baby fever makes you so, so horny. I need your cock. Bad.”
Rafael chuckled, “I’ve never exactly needed convincing when it comes to you.”
Reflexively, he reached for the box of condoms they kept in his bottom drawer – it was, admittedly, a perfect-height desk for fucking, and they had a bad habit of getting naked when they tried to work together behind a closed door no matter the location – before Sonny grabbed his wrist and teased, “A condom’s not going to help anyway get pregnant, is it?”
Then Rafael laughed out loud, lined up his bare cock with Sonny’s slick entrance, and said, “Right. Jesus. Right.”
He thrust, achingly slow, inch by inch, into his husband. He’d done this a hundred times – thousands, probably, with how long they’d been together – but never skin-to-skin. Never with this level of natural wetness and warmth. He’d never, ever felt anything so delicious. A shiver went up his entire spine as his head leaned back. When he felt the way Sonny’s walls squeezed around him, though, his brain came back down to earth.
Rafael looked down at Sonny, eyes mischievous when he realized just how badly Sonny needed him, and said, “The thing is, though, I don’t really care about your meeting, and I haven’t had an orgasm in a week, and this is the first time I’ve had you without anything between us, and I’ve been thinking about you non-stop all morning.” Arms wrapping around Sonny’s back so that he could pull him close, Rafael murmured, “So I’m still going to make you cum first like I always do, and I’m going to do it slow, and I think your second orgasm is what’s going to set me off, actually. And since you’re so desperate for me to cum inside of you, I figure you’ll be good and let me get you off however I want, right?”
Sonny’s cheeks were red as morning roses, his hairline was turning sweaty, and his breaths were already broken with lust. “Yes, baby. Please.”
Rafael smirked, only able to control himself when he had Sonny right where he wanted him. “Please what, mi vida ?”
Sonny gasped as he struggled to keep his voice quiet enough that they wouldn’t alert Carmen near the door or the ADA in the next office over. “Take me however you want. Please. ”
Rafael kissed him in approval. Then, he slowly pulled out, much to Sonny’s frustration, and dropped to his knees as he yanked Sonny forward, paperwork sliding underneath him. With Sonny’s ass at the very edge of the desk, Rafael hiked his legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, breathing in his scent and sighing. The light breath on his clit made Sonny shiver, which made Rafael smile to himself before he closed the gap between his mouth and Sonny’s body.
Eyes closed with delight from being in one of his favorite places in the world – between Sonny’s thighs – Rafael flicked his tongue underneath the hood of Sonny’s clit at a familiar pace that he knew would have Sonny squirming in seconds. Much as he would’ve liked to really be torturous, Rafael knew that making Sonny too late would go from sexy and flirtatious to ‘Olivia Benson pounding his door down in the middle of the night as revenge’ in a margin of about fifteen extra minutes.
Luckily, though, Sonny’s earlier statement proved to be true: Combining all of the factors, Sonny’s walls were already close to contracting around Rafael’s fingers within a minute of Rafael settling onto his knees. Married sex was highly underrated; knowing exactly how to get someone off made quickies immeasurably more satisfying. When Rafael added two fingers, curling them toward himself against Sonny’s walls, it was immediately enough to make Sonny clench up. Rafael coaxed Sonny through his first orgasm with ease, thrilled with the strangled sounds he made when he was trying to keep quiet.
Rafael stood up and leaned over, pulling Sonny up into a kiss. He said, “You taste so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
Sonny’s breaths were ragged. “Yeah. Me neither.
“Now.” Rafael reached his dominant hand between their bodies to find Sonny's swollen, still throbbing clit. “How do you want me?”
“Couch,” Sonny gasped as Rafael playfully and infuriatingly flicked his clit. “I want to ride you.”
Then, without another word, he shoved Rafael back on the couch and straddled him. In a second, Sonny, wet and wanting and waiting, slid down onto his cock, which hadn’t stopped being hard for even a second since he first saw Sonny. Rafael leaned his head back and let his mouth fall open. “God, I love you.”
Sonny thought about making a joke, but he just rocked his hips back and forth with delicious desire and said, “I love you so much, Rafi.”
Rafael wrapped his arms around Sonny’s shoulders and readjusted so they were pressed together from the lips down. With the way Sonny’s hips tilted, his clit found a perfect friction against Rafael’s body and they moved together seamlessly. Rafael groaned just loud enough to make Sonny clamp his hand over his mouth with a laugh. “Someone’ll think you’re gettin’ murdered, doll.”
“Fucked to death,” Rafael sighed. “Could be worse.”
Then, as Sonny sped up, a man decidedly on a mission, Rafael moaned again, this one even louder. Sonny grabbed him by the hair and spoke in a combination of amused affection and harsh admonishment, “You’d better find somethin’ to do with that mouth before you get us in trouble here because I’m not stopping until I’m filled with your cum.”
Rafael bit down on the place where Sonny’s shoulder met his neck to stop himself from basically screaming at the sentence. Their entire relationship, Sonny had always had the ability to string together words that turned Rafael’s brain into mush. To avoid cursing and moaning and saying the most foul things he could come up with, Rafael focused on sucking and biting at Sonny’s neck everywhere he could get his mouth on.
Sonny gasped softly, better at controlling himself, as the mix of pain and pleasure sent him to a new height of need. “Yeah, that’ll do.”
Knowing exactly what Rafael wanted – needed, more like, based on past experience of his hedonism – Sonny reached between their bodies and started to touch himself, shocked at how much wetness had pooled between them just from him. Rafael groaned into his neck, muffling himself as he thrust upward, fast and hard, feeling Sonny beginning to tighten around him. He wanted nothing more than to speak in the moments before they came together – Sonny regularly teased that he got off on hearing himself talk – but he kept at Sonny’s neck to make sure he wouldn’t give them away; he just gripped Sonny’s hips hard and hoped it was completely clear how close he was.
Sonny threw his head back, lips frozen open, eyes clamped shut, and Rafael felt him cum around his cock. When Sonny leaned forward, pressing his lips to Rafael’s ear, his voice was nothing but a needy whisper. “Please, baby.”
As Sonny pushed himself to the point of overstimulation after his orgasm, spasming around Rafael and practically squeaking through the intensity, Rafael came, too, with a mean purple bruise blossoming underneath his lips on Sonny’s pale collarbone.
A moment after they were finished, Sonny made Rafael get up and laid back on the couch, legs propped up on the armrests to keep his knees up and hips back. He worked to catch his breath, forearm over his face, and grinned. “Good job, Rafa.”
Rafael fished his pocket square from his discarded jacket and wiped the sweat from his brow with a little nod. “Anything to honor the fertile window."
“So altruistic.”
Rafael tugged on his underwear and slacks before sitting on the floor next to Sonny. He took Sonny’s hand in his and kissed it. “You’re really going to lie down like that? Like you’re in a movie?”
Sonny shrugged and laughed. “I guess so. Even if it doesn’t, y’know, help things along, I’d at least like to minimize how much of your cum is dripping out of me on my walk back to the precinct.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“Not the point, love.” Sonny finally sat up and started to dress himself. He looked at his watch as he hooked it back on. He muttered, “Liv is going to kill me.” Then Sonny’s fingers went up to his neck as he caught his reflection in Rafael’s computer monitor. He laughed, looked over at his satisfied husband, and teased, “What are you, a fuckin’ vampire?”
“The worst ones are under your collar,” Rafael pointed out as he ran his fingers over his markings. “These ones are so light nobody’ll even notice.”
But, of course, as soon as Sonny was through the precinct’s doors (Rafael did insist on driving him back), floating through the office, Rollins called out, “Barba having a tough day?”
“No, he’s fine,” Sonny said. “Why would you think that?”
She smirked. “No reason. Just thought maybe you’d gone over to cheer him up with a quickie for lunch.”
Sonny’s face turned pink; he’d made a point of checking himself in the mirror in Rafael’s office bathroom, ensuring his suit was crisp and his hair was un-mussed. He was about to protest, but Kat had already stood up, her interest perpetually peaked by gossip. She inspected the row of purple and red marks that had unknowingly burst – the ones previously ‘so light nobody’ll notice’ darkening – during his walk back to the office and whistled. “Might as well write ‘Rafael Barba was here’ on your neck.”
“Glad your marital bliss hasn’t subsided since you’ve returned home,” Rollins chuckled as she rifled around in her back. Tossing him a tube of concealer, she added, “Cover that up; Fin’s on his way back with a perp to interview.”
“And let me know if you need to borrow a turtleneck,” Kat laughed.