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After deep cleaning his apartment for the third time that week, cooking enough risotto to feed his entire extended family and a long, thorough shower, Sonny still couldn't stop the frantic pounding of his heart. The smell of coconut, mahogany and lavender from the scented candle he bought just for the occasion was supposed to help calm his nerves but it seemed to be working against it.
Their makeout session had been interrupted not even two minutes in by an urgent work call, Rafael had stepped outside the bedroom and still hadn’t returned. Using the break, Sonny scrolled down another website on his phone, he’d gone from ‘6 steps to be a better bottom’ to ‘Queer Guide to Anal Sex.’
He wasn't entirely clueless.
He worked sex crimes for God's sake.
But research and peer-reviewed literature never hurt anybody, especially when doing something for the very first time in his life.
Fiber intake, douching, best toys to start with, how to start with a few fingers by himself, he’d even bought every different type of lube available to keep at his own place instead of relying on Rafael everytime.
He still felt like he was missing something .
Something important.
And Rafael would surely realize what it was, then he would not want to fuck him anymore and this would turn into the worst night of his life.
Yep.
They had already been dating for a few months, frankly, the best months of his life so far. Every little thing he’d gotten to discover about Rafael outside the office was addictive, had him scrambling for the next fix, eager to keep learning everything about his sexy, wonderful and kind of grumpy boyfriend.
Sonny knew how to make Rafael belly laugh, how to make strong yet sweet cuban coffee for him in the morning, what type of candy to bribe him with - either banana chips or mini pretzels - at different points of the day, and he’d become an expert at drawing out Rafael’s beautiful sounds while fucking him senseless.
The pleasure in Rafael’s face had him wondering, more often than not, how it would feel to be in that position. It must be good - if Rafael’s deep moans and desperate pleas were anything to go by - but anytime he thought about saying something, an invisible hand caught his throat, keeping the desire buried deep down.
He couldn’t get the words out.
But fuck, he wanted to.
Badly.
From the beginning, Rafael assured he could tell him anything, that there would be no judgement or shame, they had to be honest about what they wanted or more importantly, didn’t want. Sonny had never been with anyone before beyond fooling around and a little frottage over clothes. After his first time - the first time ever with a man too - he was glad he’d waited until someone as thoughtful and caring as Rafael. There was no pressure to switch or pretend he wasn’t worried and scared.
Rafael was more than happy to wait, to give him time, to be a bottom everytime if that’s what made Sonny comfortable.
Ever the fast learner, he’d taken it upon himself to make Rafael come apart on his dick, mouth and fingers. Rafael’s pleasure was first and foremost in his mind, sticking to pleasing him made Sonny happy. To watch his jaw go slack and his thighs tremble, barely holding on, was enough to keep him satisfied.
Still.
Sonny wondered.
Being on the receiving end.
Did it really feel that good?
Rafael was probably hiding his disappointment. Surely he was exaggerating, right?
For Sonny’s sake.
Rafael couldn’t be happy like that, could he?
It didn’t make sense.
His thoughts became a spiral, increasingly bigger and larger with dangerous curves, moving away from the fixed point of reality. Anxiety was getting harder to control, it crept quietly into their encounters, second guessing Rafael’s words and actions in fear they were a lie. Happiness could very well be a feeble illusion, which a few words would shatter and the truth would be revealed underneath.
He wasn’t— Sonny was not the kind of man Rafael deserved to be with.
Some days were better than others, though. Sonny allowed himself to hope, just a little, that Rafael’s wrinkling nose and carefree laughter when they were together weren’t a hoax. Not even the best illusionists could emulate the softness in Rafael's gaze or his gentle touch.
On a crisp and cool night, almost six months into the relationship, Sonny’s arms snuggled Rafael close to his chest. They’d shared a lovely meal and used his best tricks to massage the stress out of Rafael’s shoulders after a warm bath, leaving him boneless and thoughtless, tension gone from his body and evaporated into fine dust swept away by the breeze. The room was silent except for their breaths and a faint buzz he still hadn’t figured out what it was. Maybe an insect or —.
“I love you, Sonny.” Rafael had whispered for the first time, his voice soft and sleepy, with his palm spread over Sonny’s chest, right over his heart. “Thanks for being here.”
He looked down to find a condescending expression on Rafael’s face, that he would start snickering and pull out a red clown nose and yell ‘April Fools’ six months later. The spiral came to an abrupt end when there was nothing but happiness and satisfaction, a pleasant mellowness no one else was allowed to witness, except for him, in the privacy of Rafael's bedroom with a sacred, unspoken agreement of safety between them.
Rafael loved him.
Rafael wasn’t with him because he had to, no one was forcing him to give up control or be vulnerable, he felt safe enough to know Sonny's main goal would always be to take care of him, to make sure nothing could hurt him as long as he was there. Having Rafael in his arms, halfway to a good night’s sleep let him know Rafael felt safe with him.
And Sonny felt the safest when he was with Rafael too.
“Always, Rafi.” He’d replied, planting a kiss on Rafael’s hairline, biting back tears. “I love you too.”
The sudden vulnerability of that night helped Sonny’s courage build up over the following weeks, until he had finally been able to tell Rafael he wanted to try bottoming for the first time. He no longer feared the unknown, instead, he was eager to walk into it, holding Rafael’s reassuring hand.
He’d chosen breakfast to discuss it, which had been a bad idea, because he had blurted it out and Rafael had almost choked on his cheerios. After making sure his boyfriend was not dying, they’d talked about it, settling on a date because he’d swore that would be better and would give him time to prepare.
Also a bad idea.
A set date meant the risotto was left untouched, not appealing at all because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep anything other than water down. He was sitting on the bed, waiting for Rafael to finish that damn phone call with sweaty palms and going over all the things that could go wrong in his head. Now that the possibility was palpable, his anxiety was back and wrecking the inside of his brain with the brutal force of doubt. Sonny wanted to do it, really, he was fucking excited about it. The problem was a tumbleweed, with sharp thorns, growing larger as it rolled around in his mind, shifting from ‘what is Rafael going to think about me?’ to ‘oh my god, is it going to fit?.’
Rafael's unmistakable footsteps approached the bedroom, he set his phone aside, drawing in a deep breath when his boyfriend appeared at the threshold. And jesus fucking christ, he looked gorgeous in white shirt with the first button undone, no tie or vest, just a black blazer and pants that fit him perfectly and he could appreciate better now Rafael was standing.
Turns out, being anxious didn’t mean he couldn’t be turned on.
His brain was a rather confusing place.
“Hey, sorry it took so long.” Rafael walked closer and gave him a quick kiss. “You know how McCoy gets with these cases.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Sonny mumbled, focused on the tantalizing glimpse of his chest. How did Rafael look so damn hot while he was just…awkward? And lanky. And kind of clumsy too and there was no way Rafael found him sexy and— his silence must have stretched for too long.
Rafael sat next to him with a frown on his face. “Everything okay?”
“What?” Sonny snapped out of it, hands fiddling with the sheets, not having heard any of it.
“I asked if you’re okay. You look nervous, and you didn’t eat.”
He’d hoped Rafael bought his ‘I ate earlier’ excuse, but he should’ve known better. Fuck, he was worrying him and already ruining the occasion.
“I’m fine.” He lied, trying to salvage the night. “Where were we—”
“Don’t do that. We agreed, remember?” Rafael said. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if that’s what you’re worried about, we can just watch a movie or—”
“No! No, that's not it. Well, it is but I want to do this. I do. I just…” Sonny sighed, scratching the back of his head. Honesty. He wouldn't deny its importance, but what a bitch to deal with.
Rafael reached for one of his thighs, placing a steady hand there for comfort. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me, Sonny.”
“What if—?” Sonny's throat threatened to close up again, fighting the invisible hand trying to mess up with his plans. But no, he could do this. He had to let it out. “What if it’s gross? I did my research and all that but…”
“Do you think I’m gross?” Rafael interrupted, putting on one of those serious looks that had other people scrambling.
Sonny's expression changed to one of consternation at the mere thought. “Of course not. Never. You’re perfect, and you're—”
“Okay, then why would I think that you are?” Rafael retorted with a little shrug.
Sonny blinked a few times, trying to come up with an explanation that made sense. He’d never thought of Rafael as someone gross or dirty or undesirable, but his brain was having a hard time understanding that also applied to himself, that he also deserved the same grace he gave to others.
What if Rafael ended up unsatisfied?
What if he wasn’t good enough?
Doubt kept pestering him, its voice was too loud and completely overshadowed the one telling him that Rafael was the only person who would not judge him, the only person who had taken the time to understand him and after months of dating, still wanted him.
The person that loved him.
“I’m not sure.” Sonny murmured, his voice wavering. “I guess…I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never.”
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“Yes, I can.” Rafael's voice was firm, full of truth, trying his best to make Sonny believe his words. “I know it’s scary and intimidating so if you’re not ready, we can drop this whole thing. I’m never going to push you somewhere you don’t want to go. I’m also not going to stop loving you for it.”
Sonny’s blue eyes filled with unshed tears, moved by Rafael's thoughtfulness. “Are you sure?”
Rafael’s expression softened, lifting a hand to cup Sonny’s cheek, keeping his gaze leveled as he said, “Sonny, being with you is a privilege, it’s a gift. I care too much about you to waste what we have on something as superficial as who tops or bottoms. What matters is being with you. Going out together, stuffing ourselves with food and watching those cheesy movies you like, boring you with poetry—"
"It's not boring, I like it when you read to me." Sonny interrupted. Falling asleep to the sound of Rafael's voice, reading poems in Spanish was the closest thing to heaven on earth.
Rafael smiled softly, wiping the wayward tears rolling down his cheeks. "You see my point, then?”
“I think so, but what if it’s not what you expected and it turns you off—” Sonny’s nervous rambling would have gone on for a few more minutes if it weren’t for Rafael laughing and shaking his head at him.
“Baby, there’s nothing you could do that would turn me off. Well, maybe if you put milk first instead of cereal that could be a little weird but—”
Sonny slapped him on the shoulder, pouting but his chest felt a lot lighter. “This is serious, Raf.”
“Sorry, sorry. But I’m serious. I will eat your ass like it’s the last meal on earth if that will prove it to you.”
What?
Wait.
He’d seen it on a few videos, but he’d never— Fuck.
Rafael's reassurances were working and he was feeling less self-conscious. A filthy suggestion wrapped in a joke squashed the last of his doubts. Any thoughts or protests that followed evaporated from his brain, blood travelling south, fast and unexpected.
“Are you serious?” Sonny rasped out, gulping hard, swimming in an open sea of possibilities.
“Of course, I am.” Rafael cocked his head with a smirk growing on his face. “I mean, that was just a suggestion, we don't have to if it would make you feel uncomfortable.”
Would it? Maybe. Actually, nevermind. The thought was hot as fuck, having Rafael’s nose pressed against him and that sharp tongue doing…Fuck. The horny side of his brain was doing artistic gymnastics, from a scissor leap to a split, hoping sooner or later he’d be bouncing right on Rafael’s dick.
“Do it.” Sonny decided, voice barely above a whisper.
“You weren’t—” Rafael tried, but Sonny surged forward and kissed him, determined to show how badly he wanted it.
In a mess of lips chasing each other, desperate to get on with their night and chase the high, Sonny bit Rafael's to slip his tongue inside, tasting the remains of light and crisp white wine. Sonny's uncoordinated fingers undid a few more buttons, exposing more of that hairy chest that his mouth immediately migrated towards, kissing around Rafael's jaw down to his neck and open collarbone.
“Sonny, Sonny, fuck—hold on.” Rafael groaned. The sharp tug in his scalp made him pull back with wide eyes, pouting and aching to keep going. “Are you sure you want to do it now?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Sonny replied, giving an enthusiastic nod. He appreciated Rafael’s concern, but once the idea of Rafael’s tongue in his ass had been put there, well, that took precedence. “Now, will you please kiss me?”
Green irises darkened, overtaken by a deeper, hungrier desire than what Sonny was used to seeing, it made his skin prickle up and the cool air surrounding them go up a degree or two. Rafael’s gravely voice made his cock twitch when he said, “I’ll do anything you want, solecito.”
And they were kissing again, hands roaming to reach every inch of skin available and shedding each other’s clothes in the process. Stripped down to their underwear, nothing else mattered except Rafael's strong body on top of him, practically devouring his mouth until their lungs reminded them that air was a necessity and not just an option they could ignore.
Sonny grinned when Rafael’s hard cock poked against him and rolled his hips upwards, trying to hurry it along. Rafael groaned and the sound went straight to his lower belly, he could get drunk on those, so he did it again, clothed cocks rubbing perfectly on top of each other. It earned him another unrestrained grunt and sharp teeth sinking on his shoulder.
Rafael pulled back, a lovely red spreading to the tip of his ears. He reached for the drawer, hopefully to get the lube and keep going, but an amused chuckle made Sonny turn to the side.
Rafael held a few bottles of lubes in his hands, trying not to laugh while checking the labels. “Cherry? Watermelon? Salted caramel, Sonny, really? Did you sweep through the entire lube selection at Target or—”
Sonny cut him off, growing impatient. “Are you here to criticize my lube choices or to eat my ass?”
“Mhm, we’re getting a little demanding, aren’t we?”
“I just want you to make good on your word.”
“Oh, I’m gonna.” Rafael murmured, setting the crazier choices back in the drawer in favor of a flavorless one. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby. I promise.”
Another wave of hot, open-mouth kisses on his skin started, Rafael was detailed and patient, covering his chest, all the way down the middle of his belly to the damp spot on his briefs. He mouthed over the fabric, making Sonny let out a tiny gasp, hips searching for more.
Rafael got rid of the fabric and settled between Sonny’s spread legs, putting a pillow under his ass to make the angle better. “Comfortable?”
“Yes.” Sonny nodded, licking his lips, heart thrumming with anticipation.
“Good. If you want to stop at any point, or you don’t like it, just say the word, okay? All that matters is that you feel good too. Understood?”
“Got it.”
Rafael’s hands cupped his ass, spreading it apart and exposing his hole. Sonny breathed in and out, he wasn’t doubting it anymore, still, once Rafael was around that area, he couldn’t stop a small bout of insecurity from showing up. Almost if he had sensed it too, Rafael placed feather-light kisses around the inside of Sonny’s thighs and with one hand started stroking his cock.
A distraction.
A really good one.
The slow and firm pace had him squirming, cheeks burning and squinting his eyes closed as he relaxed into the familiar grip. When Rafael blew over his hole and licked around the edge, gently swirling around, Sonny let out a sharp breath and the tiniest whimper, welcoming the new sensation with increasing curiosity.
It was weird… good weird.
“Fuck, fuck, do-do that again.” Sonny breathed out, looking down at Rafael’s head buried between his cheeks. The sight alone had his cock leaking precum on his stomach, twitching for more, he hadn’t even noticed the moment Rafael let go of it. It didn’t matter, a few swipes of his tongue already had him begging.
Rafael did as asked, keeping a flat tongue to cover more area. The needy moan that followed was strange to his own ears, but it seemed to spurr Rafael to continue. He pulled back and spat on it, letting it drool between his cheeks before diving back in with greedier intent. Sonny’s head fell back, mouth open as his brain emptied itself of any coherent thought.
Doubts? What doubts? Fuck.
Rafael’s nose pressed perfectly down there too, reality a thousand times better than anything he had conjured up earlier. Sonny gripped Rafael’s hair and tugged, basically grinding over Rafael’s face as his boyfriend flicked his tongue and ravished his hole, loosening up enough that Rafael was able to use a more pointed motion to slip inside.
“Oh fuck, fuck, Raf—” Sonny moaned, breathy and shaky, but the words were not there . Gone. Flying in the wind. Who needed them anyway?
“What?” Rafael teased, he could feel the bastard smirking as he kept his cheeks spread open.
“ K-Keep going .”
Rafael dove back in, switching between tongue-fucking him, kissing and licking around the reddened rim, spitting every so often to make it easier to slide inside. Sonny gave up on trying to make sense, the combination of previously believed “wrongness” and mind-blowing pleasure had him babbling incoherently, the wet and sloppy sounds coming from below mixed with his strangled noises.
Rafael added lube to the mix, licking at his balls to press one finger inside with ease, messing the space between his legs further. Sonny found he actually didn’t care that much, not when Rafael switched between his hand and his tongue, then turning it into two fingers, mercilessly pumping in and out of him, avoiding the one place that would probably make him burst.
Sonyn was sprinting a green meadow, smelling the fresh grass and pretty flowers, quiet thoughts and peace and the untamed desire to feel Rafael inside taking anxiety's place. Breathless, unable to resist temptation any longer, Sonny urged, “Come here.”
Rafael’s nose, lips and chin glistened with spit, all wet and messy, hair touseled, wild and so fucking beautiful. His boyfriend crawled towards him, placing both hands at either side of Sonny and looking down with a self-satisfied smile. “Enjoyed that?”
“Fuck yes.” Sonny replied, pulling him down for a kiss, licking Rafael’s mouth with no fucking care in the world. He snuck a hand between them to pull Rafael’s dick out of his briefs and loving his little hiss when he used his thumb to brush over the sensitive head. “I need you.”
“Baby, we don't have to—” Rafael tried, bless his heart, but his voice faltered because Sonny’s hand wouldn't let go of his length, stroking it hard.
Batting his eyelashes and with his sweetest voice, Sonny whispered, “I want your cock, Rafi. Please?”
That killed Rafael’s restraint.
In a second, his underwear was gone too. Rafael leaned down to suck hard in the hollow space between his collarbone and neck until purple bloomed on the pale skin, then one more like he wanted the reminder to last for days. To be honest, Sonny wanted it too. There was nothing better than waking up the next day and stare in the mirror, tracing over the marks with a proud smirk.. Those would be a reminder of his courage and the complete devotion Rafael kept showing him.
Unabashedly, Sonny watched Rafael slick his cock, trimmed hair framed it, and the head was red and glistening. He felt pretty open already, but Rafael’s cock was thicker than just two fingers, how the hell would it fit in there?
The small bout of panic must have shown in his face because Rafael leaned down to kiss him, slow and grounding. “Hey, hey. You just have to breathe for me, okay? I'll take care of you.”
Sonny nodded, believing every word. Rafael would never hurt him.
Rafael’s cock lined up with his entrance, pushing in slowly, just the head stretched him wider than ever before, a sharp sting that had him hissing.
Rafael stopped moving, one hand cupping his face to stop Sonny from hiding his face in the pillow. “Easy, easy, relax. Breathe, remember?”
The pattern set by Rafael helped him calm down after a few minutes. Once his heartbeat had returned to normal - as normal as it could be getting fucked for the first time -, Sonny spread his legs a little wider and signaled Rafael to keep moving. He could feel every ridge and vein splitting him open. When it was finally all the way in, Sonny’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a long, drawn-out moan as he adjusted to the size.
“There you go, baby. How does that feel?” Rafael cooed, brushing sweaty hair off his face.
He was so fucking full .
It was divine.
He could cum from the stretch alone.
But it was also not enough.
Sonny wrapped his legs around him and demanded, “Move.”
“Let's wait until—”
“ Move. ”
Rafael chuckled. “You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?”
“I said—” A sharp thrust had Sonny gasping instead of coming back with a smart reply. Not like it would've been a good one anyway, his brain checked out hours ago.
“You were saying?” Rafael teased, setting a slow, tortuous pace, looking down between their bodies. “God, I wish you could see how hungry your hole is for my cock, so fucking needy.”
Sonny cried out, stuffed and over the moon, tension coiling tight in his stomach and muscles. Rafael rolled his hips, soon the smacking of skin against skin replaced the buzzing from before, the pace turning frantic, the green in Rafael’s eyes completely swallowed by blown pupils and sweat rolling between his chest. If he could only reach and lick it, that would be the cherry on top. He forced Rafael down to kiss him, writhing hips and cock twitching for attention between them.
“That's it, baby. You're taking me so well, doing so good for me.” Rafael whispered against his ear, and the praise shouldn’t have been that hot, but it was and he wasn’t sure what to do with the realization. His hole fluttered around Rafael’s cock, trying to take it all, which was all the indication Rafael needed to keep going. “Good job, pretty boy. You feel amazing, god, so tight but aching for more. Always greedy for more, aren’t you?”
Sonny was dizzy, endorphins flooding his body. “Raf. Rafi, fuck, don't stop. Right—”
Rafael aimed at his prostate again with a direct thrust and smirked. “There?”
“Fuck yes.”
Sonny melted like butter, scrunching the sheets in his hands. Rafael reached for his cock, twisting and pumping with the same intensity, he thrusted twice, right at his sweet spot and Sonny was gone. Whimpers turned into Rafael's name stumbling clumsily out of his lips, tremors overtaking him and back arching, his vision blurring for a hot minute.
Holy hell.
It was as good as it looked.
Fuck.
Rafael tried to pull out and that’s what got his attention back to the present. With a frown and still breathless, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“But you didn’t cum.”
“I don’t want to overwhelm you.” Rafael explained, like the explanation made total sense, which Sonny was pretty sure it did for someone, but not for him.
Sonny kept his legs wrapped tightly, forcing Rafael to stay flushed against him. “I want you to cum inside of me.”
Rafael let out a curse under his breath, hiding his face against Sonny’s neck. He rolled his hips, encouraging Rafael to keep going, savoring the overstimulation that it brought. Hm, this whole bottom business was bringing some realizations with it.
“God, baby—” Rafael’s pants intensified as his movements resumed, burying himself to the hilt and back out completely, leaving his hole fluttering around nothing before pushing back in.
“Need your cum inside me, Rafi. Please, fill me up.” Sonny begged, loving the wilder, frantic pace Rafael had in search for his own pleasure,
Strong hands held Sonny’s bony hips, hard enough to maybe bruise. Rafael’s chest heaving, biceps taut and with a vein popping out, again, it was unfair he wasn’t licking it. It didn’t take long for Rafael’s cock to throb inside of him and his hips to come to an abrupt halt, practically dropping on top of him.
Sonny clenched around it, milking every last drop until Rafael gave a tiny hiss, pulling out, soft and spent. Rafael’s cum slowly dribbled out of him, adding to the mess between his legs and the pillows, Sonny didn’t mean to pout or whine at the loss, but Rafael definitely noticed.
Hm, maybe he had a thing for creampies?
“We can’t waste that, can we?” Rafael mumbled, leaning back to admire Sonny’s asshole fucked and full of his spent. The mixture of lust and wonder with which Rafael looked at him made him feel like a work of art. What he didn't expect was for Rafael to reach down with two fingers and push his cum back in, his hole greedily welcoming it back. “Better?”
A content hum was all he could reply with.
Rafael lowered to clean Sonny's spent off his belly, licking his lips like he'd just finished eating a banquet when he was done.
“Fuckin’ christ, Rafael. That's—”
“Gross?”
Sonny shook his head with a breathless laugh. “Dirty.”
“I'll take that as a compliment then.”
Rafael sprawled next to him, snuggling his body closer while Sonny finished picking up his scattered brain cells from the floor, one finger tracing soft caresses all over his arm.
“How are you feeling?”
Sonny hummed. “I love you.”
Rafael laughed, kissing the closest patch of skin he could find. “I love you too. Thank you for trusting me, solecito.”
Sonny lifted his head up for a slower, softer kiss over Rafael’s lips, loose limbs refusing to do more than that. After a while, Rafael was the first one to move and he groaned, really? Just when he’s feeling all comfy and halfway to a full eight-hour night of sleep.
“Come on, let’s take a shower.”
Sonny whined in protest, the bed felt like a cloud under him, legs trembling like jelly. Technically, they should, and change the bedsheets too, but there was no way he was walking towards the bathroom. He looked up with doe eyes, hoping Rafael would take the hint.
“Fine, I’ll carry you, you lazy prince.”
“Hm, I like the sound of that.”
Rafael left first to get the water running and came a few minutes later to carry him bridal style. Sonny wrapped an arm around Rafael’s neck, fully taking advantage of those big biceps for as long as possible.
“Do you ever think I spoil you too much?” Rafael asked, carefully lowering him inside the tub.
“What kind of question is that?” Sonny huffed with fake indignation. “It's never enough. And now that I gave myself to you, I deserve a castle built in my honor.”
“Is that so?” Rafael prompted, turning off the tap.
“Yup, I'm the king's consort. It's only fair.”
“I thought you were a prince?”
“Same thing.”
Rafael snorted, pouring shampoo on Sonny's hair, thoroughly massaging his scalp. He rinsed it out and followed it up with a coconut smelling conditioner. “Mhm, what else would my prince like?”
Sonny gave a happy hum, eyes closed as Rafael worked on washing his hair, making sure water stayed out of his eyes. “Seedless green grapes, some water, and oh, a face mask. I saw one at Target—”
“Right next to the lube?” Sonny squinted ‘menacingly’ and splashed some water at Rafael. “Sorry. I think we can work that out, want me to hand feed them to you too, your majesty?”
“Yes.” Sonny replied, a little drowsy, he could easily fall asleep right there, but his stomach growled. “Actually, some of that risotto can't hurt, right?”
Rafael chuckled and whispered, “Anything you want, solecito.”