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Sonny turned around in front of the mirror for the tenth time that evening with a frown on his face. He’d been trying to find a good angle that showed off the ‘enticing’ and ‘playful’ qualities the latex bodysuit’s description preached on the website, but no amount of lightning or posing was helping get rid of his own insecurities.
He couldn’t see anything appealing, the fabric clung to his skin but not in the same cute and playful way it did on the model’s body. It was stupid to think he could look as good...But why not? His features and body were objectively attractive and — no.
No.
He should get rid of the costume before his boyfriend came along and questioned him. Burn it before Rafael got a chance to find out he’d bought something so stupid.
What had he been thinking?
It’d been a late night, he couldn’t sleep and he’d tried combating insomnia by scrolling deep in the web until he landed on a femboy store with cute outfits and underwear and toys. There were lacy panties, a pair of cute cotton ones with a ribbon, high striped socks and mini skirts that would make it easy for Rafael to bend him over in the middle of the kitchen and fuck him. However, the bodysuit captured his attention and he’d ordered it on impulse because the thought of riding Rafael while wearing a bunny outfit got him hard and leaking.
Sonny huffed, frustration and anxiety getting to his brain faster than he could control it. The reflection in the mirror was not…it wasn’t right. He’d already worn a tail plug and a collar, why was this so different? He wouldn’t even have to bark or crawl, well, crawl was still on the table, but bunnies — what sound do bunnies make? Do they eat something other than carrots?
Or was the carrot thing just government propaganda spread through funny cartoons?
Focus. He breathed in deeply and sat on the bed, clutching the sheets between his fingers as he fought back an anxiety attack from running rampant. That wasn’t the goal; surprising Rafael was. To have fun together and get out of his own head for a while by submitting to him after a long, tiring week.
What if Rafael hates it?
Rafael would just be honest about it, not brutal or cruel at all, he’d just be loving and soft and he’d make sure Sonny knew he didn’t dislike him just because he disagreed with a stylistic choice. It’d happened before with questionable ties or terrible shirts and Sonny had never been left feeling inadequate, instead, he thrived on Rafael’s advice and tips.
Rafael might hate it, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
He might love it.
Sonny sometimes failed to recognize the positive consequences some of his actions might have. What if Rafael really liked it? Maybe he’d make his boyfriend blush, stutter and drop to his knees or something — okay, exaggeration aside, if the brown and blue patterned tie didn’t cause their breakup, the bodysuit wouldn’t either.
He stood up again feeling a lot more steady on his feet than before, he blinked a few times and forced himself to just look and feel . His hands traveled down the middle of his chest, towards his stomach and right where the fabric covered the obscene erection he was sporting despite his previous doubts. On his thighs, black fishnets covered his pale skin and a fluffy white bunny tail behind him completed the look.
A rare kind of allure made him step forward, closer to the mirror, curious fingers tracing the shape of his erection, upwards along the top of the bodysuit and his collarbone, trying to find the word that defined how he felt until ‘ delicate’ came to his mind. The same way he felt whenever Rafael called him princess or good boy and petted his hair. As he turned and wiggled, his waist looked dainty, his butt bounced and his back muscles flexed, attracting attention as well. His hair, styled in soft, loose waves, fell over his forehead and helped complete the picture he didn't see clearly before.
Delicate.
He could work with that.
“Sonny, I think you left—” Rafael’s steps came to a halt and his voice wavered when he stepped inside their bedroom. Sonny whipped around just in time to see his face turn red and his fingers twitch at his side as if he couldn’t wait to touch. “Fuck, baby, you look…”
“Welcome home, daddy.” Sonny said, using the small amount of confidence he’d mustered in the last couple of minutes. “How was work today?”
“How was work…are you seriously asking me that when you have that, uh— jesus.” A powerful rush went through Sonny's head seeing Rafael struggle to form words, it was confirmation he had that kind of influence on his boyfriend too. “You’re beautiful, princess. Come here, let me have a proper look.”
Sonny smiled, rounding the bed so he could come closer to Rafael who immediately settled his hands on Sonny’s hips and pulled him in for a kiss. Rafael’s lips were soft and the familiar balance of sweetness and coffee lingered on his tongue from too many cups in one day, each touch set Sonny’s skin ablaze, urging his body closer for Rafael to take the liberty to explore, surrendering his mind and body in one quick motion.
When Rafael arrived home, he expected everything except to find Sonny wearing something so tight and adorable. It rewired a few brain cells and threw hunger out of the window, turning every desire in his body into making his pretty boy feel good. Reward him. Make a mess out of him. Mark him and turn him into a whimpering, needy puddle of mindless obedience.
Rafael’s hands roamed the shape of Sonny’s body, lips lowering towards his jaw and the smell of bold coffee notes between his neck and shoulders. A new cologne. He groaned, sniffing one more time to get lost in the warm notes of vanilla and the sensual undertones of cedarwood drawing him in, biting his shoulder before soothing it with a kiss, left hand lowering to Sonny’s ass to knead and cup the exposed skin.
All the blood in his body rushed south, pressing against Sonny's cock as their bodies pressed together with no space in between. Curiously skimming over the fishnets, Rafael tugged slightly at the fabric like he could discover something new between each gap, to see how much it would give without damaging it.
Rafael pulled back and held one of Sonny’s hands to make him do a full turn, admiring — no, revering the long lines of his lithe body, soft hair that made him look younger and his cock obscenely begging for attention. It was a better view than the sunset or the deep blue seas, and all his to enjoy and ruin.
“Fuck. You’re truly gorgeous, bunny.” Rafael whispered, caressing Sonny’s jaw with nothing else but delight. He might run out of words to praise him but they were all true. Sonny’s beautiful baby blues widening at the new pet name was enough confirmation for Rafael to keep using. “Can’t believe I get you all for myself, just a pretty boy for me to use.”
“You like it?” Sonny asked with a tiny bit of uncertainty Rafael couldn’t allow. “I thought maybe—”
“I love it, princess.” Rafael directed Sonny’s hands to his pants so he could feel how hard he was just by looking and kissing. “See what you do to me? You look so good. So fucking good, cariño.”
A violent pink blush spread over Sonny’s cheeks, he bit his lower lip, squeezing and feeling the physical reaction Rafael had was better than words. He’d have a couple words with anxiety later, for now there was no need to hesitate, not when Rafael’s blown pupils overtook the green, glowing with lust.
Rafael kept his eyes trained at the juncture where the fishnets joined the bodysuit, fascinated with the fabric change. Without missing a beat, he ordered, “Undress me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Rafael smiled as Sonny loosened his tie and unbuttoned his vest and shirt with the utmost care, making sure to leave them folded on a nearby chair along with his suspenders and socks. His fingers idled near Rafael’s waist, waiting until the signal that let him know it was okay to remove his pants and leave him only in a pair of already stained grey briefs.
Rafael gripped his chin and said, “Get those pretty lips around my dick, bunny. You deserve a little treat.”
On his knees, Sonny nuzzled over Rafael’s length with ravenous hunger, leaving tiny wet kisses over the fabric and inhaling the familiar musky scent that made his head swim. Rafael lowered his underwear, his cock sprang free in front of his face and Sonny dove in. He kissed the head lightly, giving it a few seconds before flattening his tongue to start licking the underside, eyes trained on Rafael’s darkened ones above him. He put special attention to the sensitive area under the head, just to see his thigh muscles twitch and hands flex at his side, desperation caused by Sonny’s actions.
Spit was always his best ally when it came to worshipping Rafael with his mouth. He drooled around it, taking more until his nose hit Rafael’s base, fingers pushing his head to stay there and swallow the fear of choking in favor of pleasing Rafael. Breathing in and out through his nose, Sonny remained in control until Rafael allowed him to back away, gasping and glistening saliva running down his chin.
“Good boy.” Rafael praised, pushing his hair back, smiling proudly. “Again.”
Sonny did, foregoing oxygen to keep his cock buried in his throat a second or two longer, chasing the intoxicating feeling that went through his body with Rafael’s praise. Ignoring the tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks, fear was replaced by the ecstasy of submitting, licking and sucking until his lips were swollen.
Rafael was in awe, thumb tracing over Sonny’s bottom lip, pulling it down before pushing his finger inside Sonny’s mouth. Sonny wrapped his mouth around it with the same dedication he’d given his dick, tongue swirling and flicking with no intention of stopping unless Rafael said so. Always pretty. Always obedient.
“Fuck,” Rafael breathed out, thankful Sonny wasn’t sucking him anymore because the sight alone would drive him over the edge. “Fuck. Get up, baby, come here.”
Sonny licked his lower lip teasingly and Rafael drew him in, both hands planted on his hips to then reach down and squeeze his ass. Rafael’s erection rubbed against the latex, right up against Sonny's trapped cock underneath it, leaking and begging for attention.
“Get on the bed, bunny.” Rafael whispered, breaking apart, breathless and red all the way to the tip of his ears. “Going to make you feel so good. All you have to do is be a good boy and I’ll fill you up with my cum. That’s all you want, isn’t it?”
“Please.” Sonny whispered. “Please, I’ll be good for you, daddy. I’m all yours.”
“I know you are.” Rafael replied, cocking his head with a small smile tugging the corner of his mouth. “My pretty boy.”
Sonny whimpered, pulling Rafael back in for a desperate kiss, tongue and teeth, frantically searching for — fuck. Rafael. He was overwhelmed by Rafael’s resounding praise and adoration, craving those two things like they kept him alive, like they were more important than air.
He used to be ashamed of needing reassurance, like he couldn't feel comfortable with himself unless he had outside approval. In a way it was true, but those little reinforcements helped him to strengthen positive ideas about himself and send the negative ones to hell.
Rafael.
Rafael knew what he needed.
Always did.
Sonny laid on the bed, a small shiver ran through his body watching Rafael get a wireless wand vibrator from their toy drawer and lube. Rafael was a skilled master who knew how to turn him into nothing with only his fingers, a vibrator in his hands was a deadly weapon with an indecipherable trajectory.
“Color, baby?”
“Green.”
“Good. I’m not going to tie up you and you’re allowed to touch me, make all the noise you want or need to.”
Sonny frowned, a little suspicious at the lack of rules. “What’s the catch?”
“What? Can’t I be nice because you look pretty?” Rafael countered, sitting next to him on the bed. At Sonny’s squint, he leaned down and gave in. “I’m going to use this on you, make you cum as many times as I can until you beg me to stop. But I won’t. Not unless you really want me to because I’ll fuck your tight little hole and you’ll be so full you won’t be able to think. How does that sound?”
Fuck.
“I— that, uh, fuck, that sounds good.” Sonny stammered, the probability of getting more than three loads out of him was not out the realm of possibility but to get fucked after, blurring the lines of pain and overstimulation and pleasure, that would mess him up in the best way. “Please. Please. I need you. I can take it, Rafi. I promise.”
Rafael nodded, pleased with his enthusiasm and got to work. Overwhelming Sonny from the get-go was not the goal, he turned it on and lightly grazed over his nipples, fingers skimming at his side too. He indulged in a few minutes of simply admiring the beauty of his pretty boy, the shiny latex hugging his figure, the detailed cuffs at his wrist with a tiny black button and those sinful pink lips still glossy and plump.
The soft hum of the vibe’s lowest setting and Sonny’s heavy breaths mixed together in the air, filled with expectation and curiosity for the unknown. There was no way of knowing when Rafael would change the setting, if he would move the vibe’s position or how long he’d spent just teasing. However, Sonny's body relaxed, willing to receive without trying to guess what would come next, knowing Rafael would respect his limits and there was no need to worry about them being broken.
The vibrations went lower and lower until— Sonny gasped and his hips jerked, one hand white-knuckling the sheets and the other Rafael’s forearm at the sudden change to the highest intensity, sight blurring and ears ringing for a few seconds. He’d been on edge for what felt like forever and he could easily spill inside the bodysuit just from a minute or two with that circular motion Rafael settled on.
But of course, it would never be that easy.
“Looks like I found the spot. There, baby?” Rafael teased, pressing down, but Sonny nodded instead of verbally replying. Big mistake. The stimulus disappeared, leaving an empty pit in his belly and confusion spreading through his mind. He almost wept at the loss. “Oops, sorry, I didn’t hear you, bunny. Did you want it over here?” It resurfaced near his balls, deliciously under the and — fuck. Rafael moved again, to the tender space between his thighs and added condescendingly, “Maybe here…but that seems a little too far, are you sure?”
“No, no, that’s…” Sonny groaned, swallowing thickly, trying his best to get it out without sounding too desperate only a few minutes in. “There— fuck, no. Need it on my cock, please, please.”
Rafael smiled, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips and pat his cheek. “Good boy, was that so hard?” And it was back, intense and tortuous vibrations, the wand circling right over the head at the highest setting and sending electric jolts up his spine.
“Yes, yes, there — fuck, daddy. Don’t stop, don’t—” Sonny’s words caught in his throat, taking quick, shortened breaths as he tried to stop the wave of pleasure from engulfing him to the depths without success.
Before he knew it, warm spurts of cum messed the insides of his clothing, an indescribable sensation he couldn't yet classify on loving or hating, too focused on the way Rafael kept the vibe on his cock just one setting lower, milking every last drop and then some.
“That’s one.” Rafael announced proudly, putting the vibe on the side to give Sonny a moment to recover. “Doing good?”
“Yes, yeah. Good.” Sonny mumbled. “Just give me a second.”
Rafael chuckled and waited patiently, giving himself a few lazy strokes, not blessed with the gift of age and short refractory periods. To be honest, he couldn’t wait to bury himself in Sonny’s tight hole, feeling him stretch and surrender beautifully, the graceful arch of his back and the captivating blush around his chest and neck.
After another makeout slow and sensual makeout session, Sonny was hard again, hips searching for the wand’s aide. He lengthened the process with a wicked grin; putting it close but not enough, moving it in circles, up and down, never letting Sonny get used to a single pattern to keep his nerves on fire and his mind working twice as hard. Sonny’s uncontrollable sounds, a mixture of moans and desperate whimpers fueled Rafael's resolve to get another orgasm from him no matter how long it took.
At some point, Rafael had found the easy-access zipper and slipped one lubed finger inside of him, pushing in and out his hungry hole to help him get closer. Tears brimmed at Sonny's eyes, hazy with need and something more intense clouding the clarity of his thoughts, heart hammering against his ribcage. He was trying, fuck, Sonny was trying but the way Rafael crooked his finger to press on his prostate at the same time the vibrations intensity went up were enough.
“Raf— fuck, I can’t, I can’t—” Sonny cried out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as shockwaves went through his body.
“That’s two, bunny. You’re doing great.” Rafael murmured softly. Forceful pleasure and gentle pain blurred, plunging his mind into the eye of the hurricane where chaos and serenity made sense and Rafael’s voice guided him through it all. “Breathe for me, you got this. That’s it, god, baby, you’re perfect.”
When instincts kicked in to escape the toy's deliciously overpowering torture, Rafael turned off the wand and placed it aside, withdrawing his fingers — and when the fuck had they become two instead of one? — to soothe Sonny with his cool touch by caressing his cheek and continued reassurances.
“Color?” Rafael asked.
Sonny opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear up the blurry image of Rafael above him. Every part of him was set ablaze, logically, he should rest. Ask Rafael to stop. But did he really want to?
No.
Not really. He could take it. Rafael knew him well, and a little overstimulation fired him up like few things could, where the only thing he had to focus on was feeling and not thinking about the mess that usually flooded his mind, beautifully emptied by vulnerable submission and careful domination.
The promise of being filled and used as a warm hole and nothing more still hung in the air like a carrot on a stick that after two orgasm was finally within reach.
He wouldn't waste it.
Finally, Sonny replied, “Green. Please fuck me, Sir.”
Rafael kissed him, eyes sparkling with renowned desire. “You think you can ride me?”
“Will you help me?”
“Always.”
Sonny nodded, willing to at least try and if he wasn't able to hold on for long. Rafael sat against the headboard, slicking his cock while Sonny watched, entranced by his hand’s movements, counting down the seconds to have Rafael’s thick cock inside of him. A minute or two later, Rafael helped him up, maneuvering his shaky limbs into position over his lap, holding onto Sonny’s hips.
“Tell me when you can’t hold yourself up anymore, okay? I’ll take it from there.”
“Okay.”
Carefully, Sonny lowered himself on Rafael’s dick. It was always a stretch, the kind of burn he savored and craved and worked for. Sweaty and sticky, he sucked in a sharp breath with every inch that disappeared inside of him, locking eyes with Rafael as encouragement until it was all the way inside and they grunted at the same time, savoring the moment of complete harmony.
“Mierda, mi amor,” Rafael’s hips jerked, one hand on Sonny’s hips, the other on his lower back, not letting him move yet. “How are you still so fuckin’ tight, princess?”
The hell if Sonny knew but the praise worked as motivation to move. With his legs spread, he started bouncing on Rafael’s throbbing length. Each movement required more effort than the last, but feeling Rafael pulsing inside him felt too good. Intoxicating. Perfect. He already knew the exact angle for the two of them to enjoy to the fullest and after a few minutes, his own cock, against all odds, was hard as well.
Rafael reached between them and took a hold of it, Sonny let out a pained moan and clenched around him. In the bliss of his own enjoyment he almost forgot but a bit of mischief creeped into his brain, determined to get one last orgasm out of Sonny. He spat on his hand and brought it back down, covering the head to focus on what he knew would get Sonny there faster. Sonny’s sounds turned into tiny shaky whimpers, eyes tightly shut, pace turning erratic and the desperation in his face pleased Rafael.
“Cum for me, princess.” Rafael encouraged, changing to fast, targeted strokes that made Sonny whine pathetically. “You can do it, one last time, come on.”
Sonny’s thighs burned, beads of sweat ran down his back and he was so close he could cry. His abs contracted and he gripped onto Rafael’s shoulders, fresh tears rolling down his burning cheeks, close to begging for mercy.
There was no way.
Rafael cooed, “Just one more for me, then I’ll give you what you want.”
Sometimes Rafael’s voice was enough.
A broken wail left Sonny as he came for the third time, shuddering as weak, clear dribbles of cum coated Rafael's fingers, who kept pumping until it was all out. Thankfully, Rafael understood when it was enough and let go, lifting his hand up for Sonny to clear up the leftover mess with his tongue as a way to help him come down from the high.
Pushing exhaustion to the side, he tried grinding his hips but his body wouldn't move. Were his legs still attached to him? Through the haze of subspace, he knew Rafael hadn’t come yet. That one little thing was the trove at the end of the rainbow to seal the night.
“Wanna make you cum, daddy. Need your load in me.” He whined, hoping to get his point across even though his limbs wouldn’t cooperate. “I can’t— fuck, Rafi, help me.”
Rafael pecked him, proud to see how Sonny tried his hardest even though it wasn't necessary, he had done more than enough. He smiled and said, “It’s okay. I’ve got it, bunny. You did so well for me. Good boy.”
Rafael rolled them over, covering and caging him with his arms at either side and resumed his thrusts. They turned animalistic and frantic, hips snapping against Sonny’s ass in a brutal pace set only for his own benefit. He’d held back for a while but it wouldn’t take long to reach his peak, not with Sonny’s walls fluttering around him and nails scratching his back.
One last look at Sonny's debauched and throughly fucked form tumbled him over. Rafael came with a high-pitched grunt, stilling inside of Sonny as his cock pulsed, coating his insides with cum and grunting, “Fuck, baby, that’s it, take it all. I love you, love you so much.”
His tongue searched for Sonny's, languid and mindless, swallowing Sonny’s little ‘I love you too’, a moment that could even seem innocent if it weren't for everything else they'd done that evening and the sudden, dirtier thought that plagued him.
Rafael sat on his heels and made Sonny plant his feet on the bed, legs wide open to see his cum dribbling from Sonny’s gaping hole. He gathered some of it with two fingers and leaned forward to make Sonny clean them and while that was insanely hot, he urged for something else.
“Wish you could see the mess we made, got my bunny all dirty,” He breathed out. “I should clean it up, don’t you think?”
The confused frown in Sonny’s face told him it was better to just show what he meant. He propped Sonny’s hips up with a pillow so he could dive in, letting his idea run wild. Rafael dropped a kiss on each tight, spread his cheeks further and lapped at the entrance in one long motion.
“F-Fuck! Rafi. Jesus—” Sonny let out a breathy gasp, reaching to grasp Rafael’s hair.
Rafael playfully slapped his right side and said, “Come on, help daddy out, princess.”
“Wh-what?”
“Push. Let me see that pretty hole dribbling some more.”
If by some type of miracle he could still get hard, that would've done it. Was he imagining— unlikely. The reality of hunger and certainty in Rafael’s eyes often triumphed over his dreams. Sonny did as told, accepting he’d be Rafael’s meal, sputtering some of his cum out, which Rafael devoured before it could hit the sheets below them.
Rafael continued licking with fervor and dedication, loving how tightly Sonny tugged his hair and ground his hips on his face. With one last flick and a wet open-mouthed kiss, his job was done. Satisfied, he settled at Sonny’s side and pulled him closer, basking in a minute of quietness.
A quiet snore made him look down and chuckled. Sonny rested right against his chest, dark long lashes and mused hair framing the adorable image. It was a shame he had to wake him up.
“Sonny?” He called, kissing the top of his forehead and shaking his shoulder softly. “Can’t let you sleep in those. You'll hate me tomorrow.”
Sonny groaned like a petulant child. It took a few attempts but he finally opened his eyes, squirting like Rafael had stolen his favorite book.
“If you say I need to move, I’ll commit a crime.” Sonny grumbled and Rafael grimaced.
“I gotta get you out of this, love.” He explained, waving at the bunny outfit. “We can have a warm bath, then you can go right back to sleep, I promise.”
Sonny stared at himself and shifted, probably dreading the process of taking it off, but knowing sleeping in that would be a hundred times worse. Sighing, he straightened up and said, “Fine. But you have to carry me, your back for my legs. It's your fault they don’t work anyway.”
“Worth it.” Rafael smirked and stood up, offering a hand, ready to soak in a soothing lavender-infused blend bath with the love of his life.