#mario de luca

[obeyfeline]

Bespoke suit by the best tailors in Paris, if not the world, Camps de Luca, in a startling cloth.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Big Boy Suit

Sonny Carisi x Original Male Character

Warnings: None

Tags: @skittle479 @stunningstasis @sonnshineandrainbows @bullet-prooflove

@carisista @hardcore-flower

Sorry I’m on an Italian Mafia kick, and had to ship Sonny with his own Mob Boss.

Sonny stared at the suspect through the glass in Olivia’s office. He crossed his arms over his chest, switching the weight in his hips as the large Italian man sat in the cold interrogation room. What was it about him? Why did Sonny feel this need… no, this urge, to go in there and interrogate him? He wasn’t even the arresting officer. Fin should take the lead on this one, if they were playing by the rules, but…

“You wanna go in there and talk to Al Pacino, Sonny? Maybe you can share lasagna recipes…” Fin mimicked Sonny, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Alright, first of all, he looks NOTHING like Al Pacino.” Sonny uncrossed his arms and turned to Fin. “Second,” He pointed a lazy finger at his coworker. “We don’t all know how to cook lasagna the right way. Some of those recipes died with other generations. And I mean, look at him! Do you think he’s ever cooked anything a day in his life?” He pointed to the suspect.

“I was just trying to be funny.” Fin pressed his lips together and rolled his eyes.

“I bet he couldn’t even make spaghetti without over-cooking the noodles.” Sonny rose his eyebrows, realizing that the joke was lost on his partner.

“Carisi, you gonna take a crack at The Godfather or what?” Olivia interrupted.

Sonny sighed and nodded his head, patting Fin on the shoulder before walking into the interrogation room.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting here for hours!” The suspect lifted his hands in the air and looked up at Sonny. His caramel brown eyes stopped and dilated at the sight of the young detective. “Who are you?”

“I’m Detective Dominick Carisi…” he looked back to see if Amanda or Fin were coming in behind him, but it looked like he was playing Good Cop all on his own today.

“Carisi…” He smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Are you related to Angelo Carisi?”

“Not that I know of… my father is Dominick Sr., and he never told me of any Angelos.” Why was he telling him this? This is an interrogation, not a family reunion. Get it together, Sonny.

“Dominick Senior?” He cracked his knuckles and leaned forward in his seat. “I’ll bet they call you Sonny, huh?” A charming smile crossed his lips.

“They might.” He undid the button on his suit jacket and leaned his hip against the table. “It looks like people call you for a lot of things.” He dropped a Manila envelope in front of him.

“We traced a wire transfer for over fifty thousand dollars to Robert Linetti for…” Sonny opened the envelope and pulled out the bank statement. “Services rendered.” He spun the piece of paper around so his suspect could get a better look. “You mind telling me what kind of services those were?”

The suspect smirked, looking up at him with guiltless eyes. “Money comes in, money comes out… what’s the difference?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s the difference?” Sonny leaned forward. “The difference is that a girl was raped and almost killed in Linetti’s club last night.”

“What happens in Linetti’s club has nothing to do with me, we have a business arrangement; nothing more.” He placed his hands flat on the table, his pinkie brushing Sonny’s thigh.

“A business arrangement?” Sonny shuddered as a tingling sensation rushed down his leg.

“He needed some money to start up his business, it was the least I could do.” He moved the rest of his fingers onto the detective’s leg, tugging on the fabric of his pants.

“I’d do the same for you… treat you real nice, buy you a couple of ‘big boy’ suits.” He bit his lip and gave Sonny a look he’s never received from a man before.

“I…” He swallowed hard, feeling his hand travel further inward. He’s never let a suspect touch him before, let alone like this. Could Liv and Fin see where his hand was? Could they tell if he inched just a little bit closer to him before pulling away? Where was that video camera at again? “Are you…” He took in a deep breath. “Are you trying to bribe a police officer?”

“I’m just having a little fun.” The suspect slid his hand up and over as Sonny continued to stammer, forcing his plump pink lips to spread apart.

“Carisi!” Olivia opened the door, draining all the blood that was pumping between his legs.

The man removed his hand, taking his time to slowly draw it back over his gray pant leg. He winked at Sonny before looking up at Olivia.

“Congratulations, Mario, you’re lawyer’s here. You’re free to go… for now.” She placed her hands on her hips and let out a long sigh.

“Perfect timing.” He stood up. “Let me know when you find out who hurt that girl… I’d like to send them a message.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. Taking a pen out of the inside of his suit jacket, he wrote his cell phone number on the back of it, handing it to Sonny.

“If you ever need a new suit.” He pressed it into his palm, staring at him for a little too long.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He wrapped his hand around the older man’s fingers, squeezing tightly.

Something about the way he looked, talked, and smelled made Sonny question himself. Why did he want to keep staring into those brown eyes? Why did he want to keep talking to him, to let his hands move wherever he wanted on his body? He was normally so sharp during his interrogations, he’s never let anyone get to him on the job.

“Mr. De Luca.” Mario’s lawyer stood next to Olivia, his briefcase in hand.

“Right.” He left the card in Sonny’s hand, smacking him hard on the shoulder before letting go. “New York’s finest.” He snickered. He met his lawyer across the room and looked back at Sonny one last time before leaving the room.

“What the hell was that?!” Olivia berated. “I’ll buy you a big boy suit? Are you kidding me?” She stormed toward him. “What if he was an actual suspect? What if he…”

“I’m sorry, Lieu. I know. I know, I just… I don’t know what happened.”

[kerloaz]

Fernand Gravey - De Luca suit, 1963

[blackleatherjacketz]

Big Boy Suit : Chapter 2

Sonny Carisi x Mario De Luca (Original Male Character)

Warnings: Groping, Kissing, Little Italy

Sonny decides to call Mario.

Read Chapter 1

Tags: @skittle479 @sonnshineandrainbows @stunningstasis @bullet-prooflove

@smalldiosa @hot-cheeto-nevada @acutecupidity

“Sonny!” Mario looked up from his drink. “I’m glad you called. Have a seat.” He waved his hand and signaled for the rest of his guests to leave.

“Oh, they don’t have to…” he watched as they got up and found another table a few feet away. What kind of man was he that he only needed to flick his wrist to get his way? Sonny was pretty sure he knew what kind of man Mario was, but he put that aside for now.

“Come, sit next to me.” He patted the seat next to him and took a sip of wine.

Sonny adjusted his suit and sat next to the older man, feeling his body heat up as he got closer to him.

“You ever been here before? You want something to eat?” He waved down a waitress.

“I already ate, thanks.”

Mario glared at him. “You sure? Spaghetti and meatballs just like ma used to make.” That charming smile crossed those beautiful lips of his again.

“Sure.” He didn’t want to insult him. “Spaghetti and meatballs sounds great!” He smiled as he watched him order, not used to anyone taking charge or taking care of him like this.

“So, you, a… you need a new suit?” The look on his face was more smug than Barba’s when he was seconds away from winning a case.

Sonny had fought the feeling for a few days after he questioned him at the station. Maybe he had just been tired or worn down. Maybe he was sexually frustrated, and needed to blow off some steam. Maybe… maybe he actually was attracted to this man, after all. It was 2018, and he was almost thirty-five years old. He had been attracted to men for years, but never really done anything about it. Didn’t he owe it to himself to explore these feelings? Especially with an Italian? Someone his parents might actually be a little more sympathetic to?

“Yeah.” Sonny tried to stay focused.

“Look kid,” he placed a heavy hand on his thigh. “I used to be like you, afraid of what I wanted,” he rubbed the inside of his leg with his thumb. “I didn’t want to break my mom’s heart, not be able to go to church anymore, you get the picture.”

“Yeah.” Was he reading his mind? All of these thoughts were running rampant in his head for years, and here is this gorgeous man telling him he’s felt the same way.

“Family’s important; it’s the only thing you got at the end of the day when the chips are down.” He squeezed Sonny’s leg. “You’d be surprised how much they’ll still love you after you face your fear with them.” He gave him a quick wink before looking up at the waitress.

“Two spaghetti and meatballs.” She set them down in front of them, walking away quickly.

The two of them crossed themselves before praying, looking over at each other as they took their first bite. This was like a dream, Sonny thought to himself; a big, dark, dangerous Catholic dream.

“What do you think, Sonny? Just as good as Ma’s?” He twirled the noodles around his fork on top of his spoon.

“It’s pretty good.” He smiled, taking another bite.

“Pretty good? This is the best restaurant in Little Italy!”

“I’ll have to make you my grandma’s recipe sometime. Her sauce is to die for!” He started twirling his fork. “But this… this is good.”

Sonny started to open up a little more when the conversation focused on food and cooking. He shared his favorite recipes, memories, and kitchen nightmares with Mario, making him toss his head back in laughter. The meal went by faster than he thought, the espresso coming to the table before he knew it.

He realized quickly that it was back to reality as soon as he decided he stand up from the table. Back to his Netflix account and empty apartment. Back to his job at SVU the next morning after he slept in his empty bed.

“Hey,” Mario grabbed his arm after paying for his meal, even though Sonny didn’t see any money exchanged. “Let me take you home.”

“Take me home?” Sonny rose his eyebrows.

“What, did you take an Uber here? I have a driver, it’ll save you some money.” He relaxed his grip on his arm, sliding his fingers on top of Sonny’s.

Sonny stared at his fingers as they weaved their way in between his own. His fingertips sent little jolts up his arm as they feathered up and down his digits.

“Oh, right. Yeah, sure.” He nodded. —————

Mario’s car was just what Sonny had expected. The all-black Lincoln pulled up next to the curb, its driver coming out and opening the back door for him.

“After you,” Mario offered, loosening his tie.

“Thanks.” Sonny bent down and climbed into the back seat, running his hands over the well-kept black leather. He turned in his seat as Mario got in after him, the streetlamp highlighting the dark olive tones in his skin.

His lips were on his the second the door closed, the faint hint of espresso still present on his tongue. Surprised, Sonny lifted his hands in the air as if being held at gunpoint.

“Too much?” Mario retracted, cupping Sonny’s face.

“No.” Sonny kissed him. For the first time, he actually kissed a man that he was attracted to. He ran a hand through Mario’s dark brown hair, letting his fingers fall to the base of his neck. He parted his lips against his tongue, welcoming the new and foreign warmth.

He felt the blood begin to rush between his legs like it had that first day in the interrogation room. Mario’s hand made its way to the source of his arousal, rubbing him to full attention.

“You’re a big boy after all, huh?” Mario whispered, looking down at him.

“Maybe,” Sonny closed his eyes as he relished the feeling of his hand stroking him through his pants. He let out a quiet moan as Mario worked him up and down, teasing him as he pushed his hips forward. Was he going to take his pants off? Should he let him? Should he wait? Were the dating and sex rules for men the same as they were for women? Do those rules even fucking matter anymore?

Sonny kissed him again, taking initiative and sliding his own hand in between Mario’s thick, muscular thighs. He pulled him closer as his mouth got more intense, feeling just how big his ego might get.

“You should talk,” Sonny pulled back, looking down at the erection in his palm.

All Mario did was smirk. He took in a deep breath as the car stopped in front of Sonny’s apartment building.

“Here we are.” The driver said without looking back.

Mario sighed and let go of Sonny. He pushed a stray hair back into place as he looked him over. The sensation of his rough fingertips on his forehead was something Sonny didn’t want to end.

“Looks like this is you.” He rose his eyebrows, his voice low and gravelly.

Sonny swallowed hard, looking down at himself and back over at Mario. He wanted to continue. He wanted to feel his skin against his own, sweat sticking between the two of them as they consumed each other completely.

“Do… do you want to come up?” Sonny thought the answer was pretty obvious.

“No. Not tonight.” Mario straightened himself up in his seat, adjusting his shrinking appendage.

Sonny tilted his head in confusion.

“Good things come to those who wait, Sonny.” He looked over at him. “I’ll be in touch.”

[iloveeuropeanmusic]

Mario De Luca - Planet Future

[dosaeme]

Duo argentino de rock, integrado por Mario De Luca y Alejandro Leonetti