I just Know Ice’s crush on Mav throughout the entirety of Top Gun was driving him absolutely fucking crazy. You could see how insane he was onscreen, I know it was a hundred thousand times worse offscreen. That bite he did in the locker room was him exercising every bit of his restraint. But there’s only so much a master of repressing feelings can do when he’s just met the love of his life and the love of his life happens to be a jackass. I know Slider was so fucking annoyed. Ice calling him screaming one night and sobbing the next. Iceman Homosexual Breakdown Moment.
deleting dating apps because i want to meet someone the old-fashioned way (looking around the classroom my first day at top gun weeding out the weak and locking eyes with my assigned rival and narrative foil and oh. oh, so it’s you)
I had a silly little IceMav thought for when gay marriage was legalized. Ice is in a briefing about how leaders should communicate the news to their sailors, how to explain paperwork and other requirements for newly married military members, remind them that getting married just to get out of the dorms is never a good idea, etc.
When Maverick just bursts through the door dragging a chaplain behind him, saying "sorry, just need him for two seconds. Sir, your fastest wedding, please!"
non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc
I can't stop thinking of a reverse backstory IceMav AU.
Duke Mitchell lives and comes out of the Vietnam War a legend of Naval Aviation and an incredibly decorated pilot. He's promoted to the ranks quickly because of it and has a long and full career as one of the most trusted, well-respected, and powerful admirals. Maverick is raised a Navy brat with a powerful father and too much military and political for his son's good, something that Maverick uses to his advantage whenever his schemes get him into trouble.
When he invetiably goes to the Academy, becuase no one's denying admission to Admiral and Commander of the Atlantic Fleet Duke Mitchell's son, he's just as much of a troublemaker and a pain in the ass there as he's always been. He's late to every class at least once, he refuses to obey the rules even though he knows them, and he's the king of the campus prank scene.
Ice, on the other hand, is a first generation American turned foster kid. His parents are Polish immigrants who escaped from the Soviet Union as teenagers just after WWII, having him in their early-mid thirties after finally establishing a stable life, or so they thought? Because when Tom's five, they're killed in an 'accident' caused by anti-Soviet and anti-immigrant sentiment.
From then on, he's on his own. He's thrown into the foster care system, since his entire family's back in Poland, and it only gets worse from there. He's abused and thrown around by the system, no one in middle America wants a Polish whose parents they think were killed for being spies, and by the time he ages out of the sytem, he knows that there's only one way out of this.
He's known he was enlisting in the military in some form or another since he was sixteen, but he picks the Navy on a whim and ends up completing a full three year tour working as deck crew on an aircraft carrier before a pilot he worked with told him he needed to go to officer and flight school ASAP. So he does, and he's not just a passable or a good pilot, he's a great pilot.
He flies perfectly and by the book because he has to, because he can't afford to take the risks that other pilots can, so when he meets Maverick at Top Gun, he hates him. He hates this privileged little pretty boy with the powerful Admiral for a father who takes everything that's been handed to him for granted, who puts the rest of them in danger without even realizing that they don't all have the same cushion. And Maverick, well Maverick doesn't know what this blond prick's problem is and is determined to push until he finds out.
Wrote something real quick on this! Here’s my main text post if it’s easier to read there.
TW Suicide mention
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Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky stands there awkwardly in his rented tux, the starch of his shirt scratching irritatingly into his neck in the midst of his Top Gun graduation ceremony being hosted by Admiral Duke Mitchell’s fancy admiral house.
Actually, if Ice is to be honest, everything about everything here is making him feel itchy. He can tell by the pictures on the wall and the delicate looking sculptures that line the hall that this was money. True, expensive, luxurious money.
This shouldn’t be surprising to Ice, given that he had known from the minute Slider pointed him out that Pete Maverick Mitchell had been destined to be a trust fund kid.
A trust fund kid, who decided he wanted to be one of (not the best, that’s still Ice) the best pilots in the Navy.
And personally making it Ice’s problem.
Of course, Admiral Mitchell himself is a very respectable man. Ice knows, because Ice has literally read so many papers studying his leadership and heard so many stories about the Vietnam war hero, who was the only living pilot to have shot down four enemy fighters during combat.
Which was very respectable, and given that he had so graciously given Ice a friendly smile when he saw him, commenting on how well he kept up to pace with Maverick the past eight weeks, Ice is open to believing that Duke Mitchell is a respectable man in general.
It’s his son that Ice has a problem with.
Ice was twenty-eight and he had lived a life that most people called a tragedy when they found out. He had barely made it into the Naval Academy, and despite quickly proving that he was the best, many people just didn’t seem to take him seriously.
He was, after all, the son of two Polish immigrants who had passed away when he was young. He bounced around a foster care system that didn't really want a Soviet satellite state immigrant in their house, then was able to enlist in the Navy, then in the Naval Academy, because even though he was Polish he was damn good at his job. He fought and clawed his way up through the Academy, ignoring scoffs and weird looks as he kept his cool and showed them no weakness.
Iceman, they would call him, because he’s more ice than man, thus he gets the callsign, Iceman.
Maverick, on the other hand, got his call sign because even though he was being given everything on a silver platter, he still wanted to break the rules. And he got away with it every single time because nobody wanted to ground the decorated and respected admiral’s son for doing a few risky moves. They couldn’t even create much of a reason to, given that no matter what Mav did or how many times he disobeyed orders, his results were still the same: successful.
God Ice really hated him.
Ice is the best pilot in the Navy, he truly really is, and while someone like Maverick might be a great pilot now, someday he’s finally going to have to buckle down to the power of the Navy and follow the same path his father had. They wouldn’t accept anything else; Maverick would have to give up flying eventually.
Meanwhile, even though he’s got the skills and the drive, at this rate no one‘s going to even give Ice a chance to become something higher than a lower rear admiral.
And Ice knows that, between him and Maverick, he’s the one that can’t be a pilot forever. He loves flying, loves being up in the air and in control, but it’s not who he is to his core. He enjoys it because he enjoys the freedom, the control, but control laid with the rich Navy bred brats, not the kid with the first generation immigrant parents.
But crucially, Ice realizes that perhaps the tragedy of them both is that Maverick would have chosen to stay in the air for the rest of his life if he could. It was so obvious to everyone that he was happier when he was flying and free, with nothing to ground him. It was obvious to everyone including Ice, who had never even talked to the guy before the last eight weeks.
Pete Maverick Mitchell was born to be in the sky: he was destined to be the best pilot the Navy has ever seen, and he was destined to even one day outshine his dad without taking a single admiral position. And thus he was destined to fail, because it won’t be long before they try to take him down.
Sometimes Ice wonders if that’s why he keeps trying to mess up. Why Mav had looked at his father during the party a few feet away from him with wide eyes, and how Ice saw the way he pleaded with them.
Anyone else would see admiration, a son looking up at his beloved father, but Ice could see the truth: Pete just wanted his dad to look at him. He’s trying to get his father to look at him, really look at him, and hopefully one day set him free.
Speaking of Maverick, Ice saw plenty of him when he was shaking hands with people at the start of the party, his father standing behind him with pride as Maverick accepted the Top Gun trophy with his name on it.
Maverick did win it and he won it fair and square. He won it over Ice and Slider, with his friend Goose as his right hand man.
Ice had known Goose; they were friendly at the Academy. What he had known at the time was that Goose’s father himself was an admiral, and Goose had known Maverick since they were kids. They were best friends, and when Ice watches Maverick lean forward to hold Goose’s two year-old son in his arms, Ice knew that they would be friends for the rest of their life.
Maverick leans in to kiss Goose’s wife on the cheek. Carol, who had smiled kindly at Ice and told him that Goose had only good things to say about Ice’s flying.
She herself smiles up at Maverick with a fondness that could be nothing but genuine, and for a split second Maverick looks actually happy.
He stayed happy until he had to give Goose‘s son back, and go with his father to shake hands with everyone else in the room who wanted to congratulate him.
God, Ice would have killed himself to be able to stand where Maverick was standing.
Which was…somewhere Ice couldn’t see.
He shakes his head, realizing that the party has been continuing on around him as he stood in the corner and fidgeted, unsure who to talk to, or where to even begin.
And it’s a big house, but everyone was confined to the backyard space and not the house itself, so where could Maverick have gone?
Ice nervously starts to look for the only other people he knows.
Unfortunately, his best friend and RIO, Slider, was busy. He himself was the son of a Captain, and knew a bit more about what it was like to be part of the Naval family than Ice did. Still, they had become real friends and trusted partners in the air, and through that friendship came a devotion that Ice had never felt before, but was delighted at having.
Yet they were still different: Slider was still a respected Navy man while Ice wasn’t, so he was caught in a conversation with a couple other captains who worked with his dad, and couldn’t come to Ice's rescue.
Slider had been in the house a couple times before, so he could’ve perhaps went in to look for Maverick himself.
But still, a few feet behind Slider is an even better person to ask: Admiral Mitchell himself.
Before Ice can even stop himself, he’s walking up to the admiral and giving him a curt nod. “Admiral Mitchell, have you seen your son?”
At Admiral Mitchell's startled face, and everyone else turning to stare at Ice, he realizes that he’s just seconds away from committing a faux pas.
So instead he clears his throat and stands up straighter, looking less like someone trying to hunt a man down, and more as just another person who is a little struck by the admiral’s presence. “I, uh, wanted to congratulate him, sir. On winning the trophy.”
Admiral Mitchell‘s eyes light up and recognition, and he smiles and pat’s Ice’s shoulder. “Ah, it’s you.”
He turns to the other guests, who are now looking less scandalized and more intrigued. “This is the other pilot, Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, who I was telling you about. He almost beat Pete actually and put up a good fight. Pete said himself that this man is a fantastic pilot, and an even more amazing competition. Made him a better pilot.”
Suddenly, people are glancing at Ice with approval, with impressed looks in their eyes.
Duke Mitchell turns, and winks at Ice with a smile just like Maverick’s. “I got you, kid. “
He excuses them from the conversation and leads Ice over to the house, letting him inside. None of the guests turn to look at them as he pretends to ask Ice to help him out.
Once in the house, Admiral Mitchell turns to Ice with a serious face.
“Kazansky, I need you to help me find Pete.” he leads Ice up the stairs, where a complex maze of rooms sits. “I’ll check his room, can you start on the other end of the hall and meet me back here?”
“Yes sir.” He responds with a nod, turning towards the direction that the Admiral had nodded to.
He gets to the end of the hallway and starts to make another sweep back. He hadn’t really opened any of the doors, not super wide at least, unsure if he was allowed to go into the room or not and instead just tried to see if he could hear someone moving.
So he finishes pretty quickly, though maybe not as efficiently as he had hoped, and he makes it past the staircase and towards the wing where Maverick’s father had gone.
Then he finally gets to a door and frowns as he sees that it’s already open.
Curious if it would be the Admiral inside, he opens the door a little wider and suddenly spots Maverick standing there, staring straight into what Ice assumes is the private bathroom.
“Mitchell, is this where you’ve been the whole time?” Ice grins, feeling confidence and cockiness come back to him as he faces someone familiae. “Didn’t realize you were good enough to escape all those Admirals out there..”
Maverick startles, then looks towards him with spooked eyes.
Ice just continues to wait on him, and doesn’t say a word as Maverick’s eyes flicker between Ice and the bathroom. “I'll outmaneuver you any day, Ice.”
Maverick has never called Ice by his full call sign, and probably never will, even when he taunts him and adds to Ice’s growing annoyance with the man who still doesn’t take a step forward.
He steps into the room without thinking and puts a hand over Maverick's shoulder, trying to pull him out the door.
Maverick stumbles, and then whips away from Ice like he’s been shot. Like suddenly moving him was killing him.
“What?” Ice turns the look into the bathroom which has bright white tiles and bright white paint, clean and spotless. “It’s just a bathroom?”
He turns to look at Mav, who just shakes his head with horrified eyes.
“No, it’s not just the bathroom. It was my mom‘s bathroom.” Mav chokes out, still staring into the same spot he was looking at before.
Ice frowns. He knew Mav’s mom had died when Mav was young, but it was never publicly said what she died from. Maybe this was bringing up some bad memories.
Wait, when did Ice start calling Maverick…Mav?
“My mother, she-.” Mav whispers and Ice feels him freeze under Ice’s touch. “That’s where she-“
“-she what?” Ice asks again before he can close his goddamn mouth.
Mav’s eyes flicker over to his for a split second-
-before Mav’s dad steps in.
In an instant Duke Mitchell was grabbing at his son, pulling him out of the room.
Ice follows as he listens to Maverick sob, crying out as his dad spins him to stare deep into his eyes, something scared and angry in his voice.
“How many times did I tell you not to go in there?” He asks, then asks again as he shakes Mav a little with a rough grip. “Pete-“
“Mav?” Ice can’t help but ask, and Mav turns away from his father to stare at him with amazed eyes, who just seems to realize that Ice is still there.
The Admiral pauses then clears his throat. “Lieutenant Kazansky, thank you for your help. Now if you don’t mind going back to the party, I think I can handle it from here.”
Ice pauses, reading between the lines and nods, and watches his Mav’s eyes fall.
“I’ll congratulate you when you come back out, Mav.” He says, and while Duke Mitchell stares at him incredulously, all Ice notices is a small smile on Maverick‘s face.
“You’re too goddamn nice, Ice.” Mav says with his signature cocky smile. “Too professional.”
Ice smiles. “You know me.”
He walks away, turning the corner around to the staircase and heading back outside.
But not before hearing Mav turn to his father and say, “I hadn’t been back in that room since that night. It looked exactly the same as it had when she died, except for the bathroom.”
Outside, he spots Slider making his way towards the end of the patio near the house. Slider looks up and smiles when he sees him. Finally: a genuinely friendly face. “Hey Ice, where have you been?”
“Was just helping out Admiral Mitchell. I couldn’t find Maverick and you seemed busy, so I asked his father where he was.” Ice shrugs. “Then he told me to help him look in the house and I found Mav.”
“You found him? You mean, Mav’s father didn’t know where he was?” Slider's smile drops from his face, replaced by something a touch horrified. “Where did you find him?”
“In his mother‘s room?” Ice says, growing concerned at his friend’s paling face. “He was staring into his mother‘s bathroom, said he hadn’t been there in a while.”
Which made sense, why would anyone want to disturb their dead mother’s room?
“Oh. Oh god.” Slider looks over at the house with horrified eyes, and Ice frowns.
“What?” Ice asks, and Slider whips around with shock before realizing that it’s Ice. He blinks and shakes his head a bit.
“Sorry, I always forget you aren't from one of the Brass and wouldn’t have known.” Slider says, not realizing the pain it stabbed into Ice’s heart.
Because he was right, Ice wasn’t and Mav was.
He tries not to let it string.
“Mav’s mom, she died when Mav was seven.” Slider pauses and Ice nods, waiting for the crazy part. “She committed suicide, Ice, and they never officially said what happened but my dad told me that Mav was the one who found her.”
Holy shit.
That’s actually crazy, Ice thinks, realizing what had just happened.
Mav’s dad had never let him out of his sight. He would never let Pete be a pilot just to die young and leave him like his wife had. He was a war veteran, and he was an admiral; he knew that soon Mav would be in combat. Real actual combat where he could get killed.
Going to the Academy was Mav’s only way out from under his father and taking to the skies was the only way Mav would be free. The moment he had submitted his application and someone had taken a look at his name, Mav was already free. It was the admiral’s worst fears and Pete’s best dreams come true.
And throughout that, he had never let Pete look into his mother‘s room. The room where he had found his mother dead in the bathroom in a way that likely permanently altered his seven year-old brain forever.
Just like Ice’s parents’ death altered his twelve year old self.
He looks back up at the house, where Mav was, and stops.
Before he can do anything else, a man barks loudly into the air and starts to shout out commands, forcing Ice’s attention.
“Well unfortunately, we have to cut this celebration short today, ladies and gentlemen: our pilots have an urgent mission that they have to get to and they’ll have to go now. I have the list right here.”
He starts to read out names, calling on Wolfman and Hollywood who respond with a ‘Sir!’ before- “…Lieutenant Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner and Lieutenant Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky…”
Slider and Ice freezes when they say their names, both quickly chiming out a ‘Sir!’ instinctively.
“And Lieutenant Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw and Lieutenant Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell.”
Ice and Slider pause again as they listen to Goose shout out, but no other response follows.
Ice’s heart stops.
Then starts back up when he hears a “Sir!” from behind him, and turns to see Mav calling out with a small smile and red eyes.
Anyone looking at him would think that he had just got a kind word from his inspiring father, one that brought him to tears.
But Ice, who can really see Mav, seems to be the only one who can see his pain.
So as they head towards their mission, and as Mav stares blankly at the wall across from him the entire time, Ice wonders if he’ll be in a good enough headspace to fly with them all.
If Pete was going to fall apart or not.
Wait, when did Ice start calling him Pete?
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Thirty Years Later
Mav is an instructor of Top Gun at the old age of fifty-five, an age no one except Ice expected him to live to become. He’s now a living Ace, having gotten one more killshot than his father, and despite many many attempts by many many people, Pete ‘Maverick’ Kazansky-Mitchell never becomes anything other than a Captain.
Ice on the other hand has been COMPACFLT for three years now, living in San Diego with Mav. And they never miss the tradition of being there on the first day of Top Gun classes ever since Mav took the job.
They make speeches because of course Ice always has to make a speech whenever he is in a place where his presence wasn’t expected. At this point, it was basically child’s play.
So when Ice stepped up to the podium, having asked Mav to let him speak first again, and got an ‘As long as you stick to the timetable’, knowing full well Ice would, he starts to speak.
“If you’re lucky like me, you’re about to go through Top Gun: the ten weeks that will change your career and your life forever if you let it.”
Wide eyes stare back at him and Ice know he’s captured every single person‘s attention.
He says the usual spiel, makes the usual remarks, something inspiring and intriguing, and reminiscing of his Top Gun days, and all the things he learned there.
Then he finally gets to the end of his speech, nothing written besides a final good luck on the paper in front of him.
He turns to look at Mav who’s smiling at him with wrinkles around his eyes and hints of gray at his temple that have been finally coming in fifteen years after Ice’s own hair started to gray, and sees the life they’ve had together: have made together.
He can’t help but continue speaking. Timetable be damned.
“It’s actually here where I met my husband-“ Ice says, having dreamed of being able to say ‘my husband’ for decades, and now saying them all the time in every speech. Even if only at the end. “-and he’s the one who changed my entire career and my entire life.”
“Your main instructor will be Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, a man who has dedicated himself to the Navy in a way no one else I’ve ever seen has. He became a pilot because of his love to fly, and his belief in putting himself in the line to protect all of us and our country.” Ice goes off script, knowing full well that he’s caught Mav by surprise and smiling to himself. “By the time you leave, you’ll have been proud to have been instructed by such a decorated pilot, such an experienced teacher, and one of the Navy’s longest active members we have ever seen who’s someone still only a Captain.
He gets some laughter at that, and Ice glances over at Mav who’s just shaking his head and grinning widely.
“I want you to know that first and foremost, Mav is an aviator, and none of you will be able to ever match his love for the sky. But he’s also my reminder that things can be amazing here on the ground too, as long as you fight for the right people and help your fellow soldiers in need.”
Ice looks at the trainees and sees pilots who were just as young as he and Mav were back in the day.
“Mav is the best trainer you can ask for and he’s the best pilot I’ve ever known. Don’t you believe him when he says I’m better, it’s the only thing about flying he’s wrong about.”
Ice finishes well over his timetable, and turns towards Mav as the pilots sit up a little straighter and give Mav the attention he deserves.
Mav walks past Ice with a chuckle, letting Ice pat his back before moving on with a twinkle in his eyes.
He turns to his students. “Well, I guess there’s no way for me to convince you to believe me over him, huh?”
He gets a round of laughter and Ice smiles at seeing Pete where he belongs, with people finally seeing him for the man he really is.
“So it’s true, this is Admiral Tom 'Iceman’ Kazansky, and he is your Commander of the Pacific fleet, and more importantly he’s also my husband.”
Ice laughs along despite himself, because he has always found Mav funny even when they first met and didn’t like each other. It had driven Slider crazy. Still does.
“And maybe I’m not going to be able to convince you guys that he’s the better pilot, but I think I can convince you that he is the best wingman a person could’ve asked for. Our entire partnership, he’s never let me down once, and he will never let you down either.” Mav looks over at the Ice and grins. “He’s the shining star or the Navy, and the best damn Admiral there is.”
Every word is filled with pride, pride for Ice, and Ice grins, because they’ve made it. They both found each other and through each other found everything they’ve ever wanted.
Thank you. He mouths to Mav, because that’s all Ice needs ever to say to the love of his life.
Mav smiles back.
Then it turns a touch playful, and Ice immediately knows that he’s about to start something as he turns towards the students once again.
“-and you will know him for the very famous and very daring Layton rescue of 1986.”
A few excited whispers of recognition start, and Mav looks back at Ice again, grinning from finding a way to get one up over Ice as he always does, challenging Ice to catch up.
Ice just grins back, because that’s alright with him: he can just keep trying to play catch-up with Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell for the rest of his life.
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Hope yall liked it, I wrote it in a fevered state in the last 3 hours! :D
Notes:
- Fascinating stuff exploring Duke Mitchell, who I’ve never written alive before. Was he a good dad, we’ll never know, so here it’s sorta ambivalent. But hey, if my only child with the woman I loved was passively pursuing suicide through become a pilot, and he was so good at piloting that not a single other damn person noticed, I’d be pretty high strung about it too. Duke Mitchell is a man who grew up in the 50s/60s, how emotionally healthy could he have really been?
- I managed to flip the script a little on a couple things like the trophy and Goose surviving (I was not gonna kill him after I made Mav go through all that) and hope it works. They’re something so tragic about this but I want to assure you they’re happy in the end! Hope the ending made that clear :)
- IceMav always finds a way and so you can think about how they get together and all that, but I’ll leave that up to you for now. Either way, I love whenever in fics they come to an understanding and mutual respect, always need a good foundation for a timeless love, and this is the start of theirs!
If you made it to the end thanks for reading!!!
PS this is my headcanon of how they look in this fic and ohhhhh boy 🥵
As a fandom we do not utilize the fact Glen Powell is Polish enough since we’ve collectively decided that Ice is Polish. Here are my headcanons.
-Ice and Jake speaking Polish so they can talk shit about other people. Mostly Mav who tried to learn Polish when he and Ice started dating but failed.
-When Jake misses his family, (Glen says that he has good parents so I’m going to give him good parents.) Ice makes him come over for dinner where he makes traditional food.
-Or an alternative to the first is; while Jake was first crushing on Bradley he’d talk to his sister in Polish but Bradley knew what he was saying since Ice taught him. Bradley didn’t tell him and Jake found out two months into their relationship because Ice told him to do something in Polish and Bradley had to pick if he was more scared of an angry Jake or an angry Ice. (Ice is obviously a scarier option.)
-Jake is really into Eurovision and was absolutely livid when Jan wasn’t picked. (Because so was I.)
-Jake can handle his alcohol.
-He’s a terrible cook because the majority of Polish men do not cook.
-He played soccer as a kid and didn’t do any real work during the World Cup because Poland made it farther than usual and he was too invested.
-He loves pickles so much but forces Bradley to buy the expensive ones. (If you’re a pickle fan in America, I absolutely recommend Bubbies fyi.)
-He watched the movie Fanfik on Netflix and cried. (Super good, cheesy movie about a trans Polish teen and his partner. 10/10 I recommend.)
-Carol was also Polish so Bradley has some traditions he keeps going from her that Jake was really happy to participate in.
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before i forget...had a thought of sonny with pink tights, heels and a cock cage on riding a dildo in front of rafael. he's leaking and so desperate but rafael wont touch him until he's satisfied with the show sonny’s putting on for him but he cant cum either- i mean🏃🏽♀️🏃🏽♀️
omfg this was buried in my drafts and i forgot to answer this... but Yeah ❤️❤️❤️ reminded me of the video i sent you before... hehe if any of you PERVS want a video that is giving princess sonny in pink stockings and cock cage riding a dildo... here ya go 😁😁 enjoy xx it's a tiny clip but Good one
anyway. back to the thought... rafael isn't even touching himself while he watches sonny, he just sits there and studies how he looks. he's leaning back on his arm chair, sipping a drink or even smoking a cigar. rafael doesn't immediately praise sonny (even though he's sooooo tempted to) because it's fun to see sonny work Harder for approval. he gives him certain pointers like "keep your legs open" "angle your hips higher" "tilt your head back but keep your eyes on me" "stop biting your lips, let me hear your pretty sounds" etc.
and if rafael goes long enough without praising him, sonny's eyes start to water and he's whining pathetically. like that's the LEAST rafael could do if he isn't going to touch him!!!! and well, that Was rafael's plan anyway. to see hot tears run down sonny's pretty red face as he cries. YEAHHHHH. anyway rafael's self-control has his Limits because HOWWW could he ignore his precious little baby princess for that long? :-/// so don't worry! sonny gets fucked HARDDDDD and gets stuffed full of cum like he deserves!!!!!! except. sonny can't cum still which then makes him sob harder because he's soooo overstimulated and "it hurts! it hurts daddy :-(((((((" but awww too bad princess!!! sonny knows he has to Listen because he remembers about the last time he came without permission..... and he's daddy's good little Girl! he listens well 😁 <3
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