Had Barba worn the only suit that wrapped around him just a bit too tight, and the pants that defined his ass with the intention of catching Sonny’s attention? Yes. And he knew his was guilty the second Sonny had taken notice, which as Barba would have hoped, hadn’t taken too long. This was still just sex, and it would stay like that, despite Raf’s need to get Sonny’s attention. Really, if he thought about it, it wasn’t just sex, he wouldn’t ever do it to anyone else, if it was just that. But Raf wasn’t going to think about that, not now at least. Now, he’d strut around the precinct, peacocking his looks, and knowing Sonny could see, but not touch. After all, what was sex, without a little tease.
And then it was them two, in the parking garage, and completely alone. It was then that Raf allowed himself to picture Sonny in the dirtiest ways and positions he could. And the fact that Sonny was before him, acting like he finally had what he wanted, made all of this so much better than any picture Barba could come up with in his head. Then came Sonny’s lips, and holy shit, it was as if he’d never been kissed like that before. Raf began to grind, up and down Sonny’s leg, feeling himself grow hard under his pants. He pulled open his car door, behind him, and gripped onto the taller mans tie. “I know a better place,” he said falling into his car, and pulling Sonny in.
sonny’s never told raf about his car kink -- how he’d love to fool around in a car and how it would drive him even more crazy than normal -- but it was almost as if raf could read his mind. hell, maybe he’s drunkenly told him once and couldn’t remember but whatever the case may be, his arousal spiked up to the next level when raf suggested a better place than sonny’s apartment. it seemed like neither one of them could actually wait until they got somewhere more private.
he groaned lustfully when he was pulled into the car by his tie and he knew it would be far more cramped for him in that smaller space than it would be for raf but he didn’t care. he never did. his lips connected with raf’s and an eager tongue slipped past party parted lips so he could taste the man that drove him insane. hands were already hard at work pulling off raf’s tie and fussing with the buttons on his shirt and his eagerness displayed just how badly he needed him and how much he craved any skin on skin contact he could get.
sonny’s knee was still pressed between raf’s legs, applying just enough pressure to raf’s crotch and he could feel how hard he was, which made sonny feel that sense of wonder that HE could do that to him. “ fuck, raf.. ” he moaned into his mouth before he bit down on the older man’s lower lip and sucked on it.
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