@carisiisms cont’d
Had Barba worn the only suit that wrapped around hi 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 and 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.
