his wedding band

The Counselors Are In

In which Steve and Tony from Avengers Assemble open a counseling service for all the Steves and Tonys across the multiverse. God knows they need it.
To celebrate #10yearsofstevetony ♥

“But Tony, doesn’t it seem like meddling?” Steve chewed at the corner of his lip. “Maybe the other versions of us won’t want to listen to what we have to say.”

“We are pretty stubborn, I’m sure that’s true in every universe,” Tony said with a grin. “But I’ve seen some of the places they come from. Things are not good there. They need our help, Steve.”

Steve heart swelled at the care Tony had for everyone, even if they were from a different universe. “You’re right, honey. Come on then. Let’s do this.”

“Okay,” Tony called out, taking his hand, matching wedding bands sat atop each other. “Send the first pair in.”

MCU (Earth-199999)

“Have you two ever spent any time together outside of a mission?” Tony asked, eyeing them strangely.

“Uhh. There was that one time we got shawarma,” Grumpy Steve said.

“That was right after a mission and you were half asleep. That doesn’t count,” Grumpy Tony said snappishly.

“So you’ve never actually… hung out? As friends? Like, at all?” Tony asked, seeming genuinely perplexed.

“Well. When you put it like that, not really, no,” Grumpy Steve admitted.

“I think we may have discovered the root of your issues,” Steve said with a sigh. “Why not try talking to each other, for god’s sake?”

“Because he hates me,” both Grumpy Steve and Grumpy Tony wailed in unison.

“He really doesn’t,” Steve and Tony both said firmly.

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“So,” Kelly smiled, looking across at Jared, “I hear you’re just back from a vacation with your fiancée.”

“Uh, well,” he huffed a small laugh. “Actually, it was my honeymoon with my wife.”

Kelly gasped, feigning surprise.

Of course, you’d informed them before that he’d be breaking the news on Live With Kelly, but it would be a shock to the viewers so she reacted accordingly.

Jared grinned, scratching the back of his head and showing off his new wedding band.

“You guys tied the knot?” she clarified, and Jared nodded.

“We did. We had a small ceremony in Hawaii with some friends and family,” he expanded, “And then the two of us flew to New Zealand for our honeymoon.”

The camera cut to you as you were grinning, your husband shooting you a wink.

“Well, congratulations to the two of you,” Kelly stated, and Jared shot her a dimpled smile back.

“Thank you.”

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Random WW2-era Stucky prompt

Steve and Bucky are roommates and best friend but they are not in a relationship or even aware of the other’s feelings. Before shipping out, Bucky gives Steve one of his parents’s wedding bands pretending he lost/pawned off the other/wants to keep it for memory but Steve can pawn off the other if he needs money to eat. He thinks he’s SO CLEVER, silently promising Steve forever without SAYING SO. So he leaves for the front with a wedding ring on his finger and the other safely in Steve’s possession.
When Steve becomes Captain America, he starts wearing the ring on a chain around his neck, because Bucky CAN’T HAVE POSSIBLY given him the ring as an engagement thing. They’re both boys and it’s just not done and Bucky is into dames anyway. But it’s nice to cling onto the idea that they’ll be together forever.
Long story short, when they get reunited in Europe, and they keep wearing and fiddling with the rings 24/7, EVERYBODY realizes they’re in love and basically married before they do.
Helpful Howling Commandos are not as helpful as they think. Also, Peggy has little patience for oblivious boys who just won’t see what’s right in front of them. It soon reaches the point where everyone is just THIS CLOSE to push them in a closet and yell NOW KISS from the outside.

Excerpt from Sports Illustrated Article: Jack Zimmermann: The NHL Prodigal Son

IN: “Mr. Zimmermann, you have been named an alternate captain of the Providence Falconers, won the Art Ross and Conn Smythe awards, became the first out player of the NHL, got married, had a child, and on top of that; won the Stanley cup all within your debut season. How would you summarize this year of your life?”

JZ: “Besides busy? Jack grins and looks down to his hands, where his fingers are playing with his wedding band Worth it.”

You Are Having An Affair With Him Part 2

Tommy x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Swearing

You lay in bed beside Tommy, staring up at the ceiling because there’s someplace you were supposed to be and it wasn’t here. He shifts beside you, sitting up against the headboard before looking down to the place his wedding band used to be. “One to go” he teases, meaning every word and you sigh before covering your face with your hands while you cry. “He’ll never let me go, he’ll never give me a divorce Tommy. You know that” you cry softly and Tommy pulls you into his arms. It’s true, you both know how your husband is. For everything he is, he’ll never let you leave and miss out on seeing his son everyday. No matter how badly you want out of the loveless marriage you find yourself in, that’s just not possible. 

The hotel room door slams open and your husband storms in. Tommy stands, pulls his boxers up before holding his hands up to defend himself. You watch as the two men fight, gasping when your husband body slams Tommy to the ground. “You whore! You’ll never get away from me, I’ll never let you leave this marriage and take my child!” he seethes, giving a swift kick to Tommy’s ribs before leaving. You cry out, covering your mouth at Tommy’s bloody face before dropping to his side. “I’m so sorry” you gasp, holding him against the once clean sheets and he chuckles, wheezing because the action causes strain to his clearly broken nose. “It’s alright love, we’ll figure something out” he tries to assure you, wincing as you press a wet towel to his bloody nose.

You reach out, struggling to grip the top of the stairs before your husband jerks you backwards. You keep quiet as he flips you over, lifting your arms to try and block his blows but he’s too heavy and too strong for you. His heavy fists pound against your face and you know how horrifying you must look but you know you can’t stop fighting. You kick him away, staggering to your feet through tear stained and blood shot eyes before stumbling down the hall. You grab your son from his room, push past your screaming husband and hurry to your car. He might be a bastard but your husband would never hit you with his son in your arms. You strap your son into the car before sliding into the front seat, every part of your body protesting in pain as you pull out of the driveway. 

Tommy scowers the hallways for room 213, sighing before hurrying into the room to find you bruised and bloody against the hospital bed. Your son runs to him, wrapping his arms around Tommy’s legs as the doctor looks up. He explains the situation, stepping back as the police come in to document your marks before Tommy sets your son in the chair. “I’ll take care of you now, you’ll never be unsafe again” he promises against your ear, kissing your bruises and you wince. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you” he says and you know he means every word. He brings you to his home from the hospital and proceeds to keep every promise he’s ever made to you. He heals your wounds, inside and out, until you’re wearing his ring and your little boy calls him “daddy”.

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A Kidnapper’s Taunt

Originally posted by myfoxesandroses

Pairing: past John x Reader, Dean x Friend!Reader, Sam x friend!Reader
Word count: 1,040

Part 10 of Unwanted

The Winchester men knew that you had a point about that. John felt like he was going to be sick, and he couldn’t tell if that was the alcohol, or the guilt. He’d done his share of drinking after walking out on you. The picture of you looking so heartbroken had been etched in his brain, and he tried to drink it away.

John sat with his back against the door, his feet out in front of him. He could hold his liquor no problem. It was emotions that he had trouble with. A month had passed since what was supposed to be his wedding day. Looking down at his finger, he sighed. He’d put on his old wedding band, and as he stared at it, the worst he felt.

He knew that Mary would have smacked him upside his head, but if she were there to do that, he wouldn’t be drunk in some motel room. Sighing, he let his head fall back. “Shit.” He groaned, knowing that even if he wanted to go back to you and start over, even if he told you that he wanted everything, you’d never in a million years believe him. Not that he would have blamed you.

“Dean and I will stay up first.” Sam started, breaking him from his memories. “We’ll stay up trying to find anything we can. A lead, a clue. Anything.”

John stood up, nodding. “Alright, I’m gonna go crash, then.”

Dean shook his head. “Nope.” John raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re staying right here. We all are. We don’t know if they plan to come back. We’ll all be staying in this room. I’ll sit on that bed with Y/N, Sam can sit at the table, and you can sleep on the other bed.” He explained. “Then, if we find anything, we’ll wake you up. If we don’t, we’ll switch in the morning.”

You thought it over. “Fine.” You agreed. “That’s probably the best option we have right now.” Glancing at the clock, you tried to think of what the best time would be to switch. “Wake me up in 6 hours, and then you can crash, Dean.”

“Same here, Sammy.” John agreed.

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ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst  asked:

Everyone keeps talking about his "wedding band". All I see in that photo is the engagement ring Killian already bought. Where do you see it?

It’s not well defined because the picture gets so blurry when you zoom in, so what it really looks like is that the band of the engagement ring is wider, but since we know the band of the engagement ring isn’t that wide it has to be two rings.  You can see it best here IMO:

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We were days away from the wedding and it was getting more and more real. My anxiety levels were starting to go up to. In terms of planning everything was going great. My dress had gotten in a week ago, Cayden had his suit and the wedding bands had been adjusted as well. All that was good, but my emotions were all over the place.

I was getting ready in front of my mirror in the closet. Cayden came in while I was brushing my hair.

“You going out?” He asked.

“I’m going to the salon. Jada gon do my hair. Gotta get some tracks in my hair for the wedding.”

“Aight. Well I gotta talk to you,” he said. I looked at him through the mirror.

“Yes?” I said uneasily.

“So I gotta shipment coming in from Cali, and there’s somethings that gotta be handled on that end.” He said. I turned to look at him now. “So I wanna go down there and deal with it myself.”

“When would you be back?” I asked.

“The day before the wedding…” he said. I shook my head desperately.

“No,” I said.

“What you mean no?” He chuckled. I looked at him wondering how he could seriously be standing in front of me saying that right now and laughing when I said no.

“You want to leave me days before the wedding and go out of the state,” I said, my eyes tearing up. “When you know I’m a wreck right now. I won’t be able to keep it together without you. I’m about to loose my freaking mind. I need you here to keep me sane. I can’t even believe you’re seriously saying this to me-” I tripped over a sob.

“Ok,ok, nevermind, i won’t go,” he said, scared of my breakdown.

“Good,” I sniffled.

“You good?” He asked, looking at me wearily.

“I get worked up,” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “You the only one who knows how to calm me down when my anxiety kicks in.”

“I didn’t know you was that stressed about it. I thought it was just nerves.”

“I can keep it together when I see you because I am excited to be with you forever, but when you gone i get worked up about the idea of marriage,” I explained.

“You just can’t get enough of me huh?” He said.

“I really don’t know why I like you,” I mumbled, turning back to the mirror and wiping my tears. “You always making me cry.”

“I feel bad, i didn’t think you’d cry,” he chuckled, coming to wrap his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck.

“Playing with my emotions and shit,” I mumbled, reapplying my mascara that had started running.

The salon was honestly my pride and joy. When I walked in there and saw people getting their hair done, nails done, I felt accomplished. I believed all along it would be successful, but it was one thing to belive it then another to see it. It made all the investing of time and money worth it.

“Hey girl,” Jada said when I walked through the door.

“Hi,” I said, going to sit in her chair.

“How you doing baby?” She asked.

“I’m doing good,” I nodded.

“Let’s get you looking right now,” she said, turning the chair around so that I was facing the mirror. I put my bag down. She took my hair out of the bun it was in and gave it a quick brush.

“I’m excited,"she said. "I’ve never been a bridesmaid before, and the dresses are beautiful.” My girls were all wearing long, gold dresses that worked well with wedding decor of the church and the reception banquet as well.

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you guys. You helped me find my dress and your dresses. I owe Jenny a lot too. She really made everything come together. I mean I’m paying her but I still feel like I owe her,” I said.

“She’s really nice,” she agreed. She started cornrowing my hair. “Did you decide curly or straight hair?”

“Cay said curly,” I laughed. “So curly I guess.”

“Curly is sexy, I see why he likes it.”

“I can do sexy,” I said.

“Speaking of sexy. We found a club for you Bachelorette party. I requested VIP seating so it’s unlimited drinks, plus strippers.”

“I thought we decided we weren’t gonna do all that,” I said.

“No, you decided. I didn’t say nothing,” she laughed. I sighed.

“This should be interesting.”

When I got home Cayden was by the door about to leave just as I stepped inside.

“I like your hair,” he said, looking me over.

“Thanks. How long you going out for? We’re going out for dinner with our parents remember.”

“I know, I’ll be back soon. I gotta go talk to Ty. I’m gonna have him handle California. Also I gotta see Pat real quick and make a business proposal to him.”

“Proposal about what?” I asked.

“Im gonna ask him if he wants to be in charge of the other warehouse. At least when I’m not there. Because I can’t be 2 places at the same time,” he said. I nodded.

“I agree. Alright I’ll see you later then. I’ll find you something to wear for dinner,” i offered. He nodded and left out of the door.

****2 days later****

“Last day before the wedding,” Cay murmured in my neck. It was early in the morning and he was spooning me from behind.

“These 2 months went by really fast,” i said.

“Because we both been so busy. Hopefully things will slow down once we’re married.”

“I can’t believe I have to change all my legal documents, you know how tedious that is,” I complained. He chuckled.

“It’s just your drivers license and passport,” he said.

“Ya but there’s papers I gotta fill out,” I whined.

“Fine. How about I get you a new bag to make up for it,” he offered.

“That could work,” I smiled.

“Alright then.”

“What kind of married couple do you think we’ll be?” I asked, turning around so we were face to face.

“Crazy, just like we are now.”

“You’re probably right,” I laughed.

“I don’t think that old school thing gon work in this house,” he chuckled.

“I kinda like old school though. The man should lead his family and provide for them and the wife holds things together. But the wife tells him what to do of course, we just gotta let Yall think you making the decision,” I said, running my fingers through his short curls. He chuckled.

“Thank god I found myself a smart one I guess,” he said. I smiled.

“So what are you and the guys doing tonight. Going to a strip club? I’m being forced to go to some club, VIP and all.” I asked.

“Ty got some party bus thing planned. Which I assume involves strippers. Really I’m not tryna stay out all night.”

“Me either. I need sleep, I can’t have bags under my eyes on my wedding day.”

“Well let’s enjoy the afternoon together at least before we gotta split up. We won’t see each other again until your walking down the aisle.”

“Jesus. You’re right.”

“Go get ready and I’ll take you out,” he offered. I pecked his lips then got up to get dressed.

China came to pick me up around 9 o'clock and took me back to our old place so we could get ready.

“I don’t even know what I’m wearing tonight, I only brought a few things for tonight. Then the wedding stuff is at my parent’s house,” I said as we walked through the front door.

“I already have a dress picked out for you. It’s a real thirst trap it’s great,” she said, excited.

“Oh lord,” I sighed. “Well let me get a quick shower before I get all beat.”

I went upstairs to my room to prepare for a shower.

The club was packed when we got there because it was a Friday night. We got to the VIP area and I spotted Jenny as well as Cole who I’d both invited.

“You look hot girl,” Jenny said, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, you look stunning too,” I said. Cole came to hug me.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be in your wedding tomorrow. You all grown up,” he said, ruffling me hair.

“I know, look at me adulting,” I laughed.

“Are you nervous or excited?” He asked, leading me towards the bar.

“Both,” I said truthfully.

“A couple of shots will calm your nerves.” He had a very mischievous grin on his face and I already knew I was in for a wild night.

“Lord, OK let’s do it,” I giggled, accepting the shots the bartender slid towards us. We shot down one, then another, and another. As Cole said, for a few hours I wasn’t nervous because I’d forgotten all about it.


Randi and I had spent the day together just chilling. I took her to the beach to eat and walk around together for a bit before we went our separate ways. I wanted to distract her because I didn’t want her thinking too much and getting all worked up about tomorrow.  To be honest deep down I was a bit scared she would dip on me tomorrow and leave me standing there, but I tried to push the thought out of my mind.

Before she left to go spend the night with her girls, I wanted to give her something.

“What is it?” She asked, sitting on the bed. I walked over to her and handed her the velvet box. She looked at me untrusting first. “It better not be overly expensive Cay, you already got me the ring.”

“Just open it,” I complained, sitting on the bed. She finally opened it and saw the pearl necklace inside.

“It’s beautiful…"she said, in shock.

"It’s from my mom really, she wore it on her wedding day, and so did her mom,” I explained.

“I love it, and I’m honored your mom wanted me to have it. I’ll wear it tomorrow.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight. I rubbed her back.

“Im glad you like it,” I smiled. I heard the banging at the door then.

“Damn, that’s China,” she sighed, “I have to go.”

“Aight babe, have fun tonight,” I encouraged with a chuckle.

“You, don’t have too much fun,” she narrowed her eyes at me as she removed her arms. “I know how your friends can be.”

“I’ll get home in one piece,” I assured her.

“Good. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then…” she said, getting off the bed and grabbing her bag.

“Tomorrow,” I nodded. She gave me a quick kiss before heading for the door.

The big, obnoxious party bus pulled up to the house about an hour after Randi left. Ty and a few of the guys were here but we were still waiting on some nights before we took off. We did some predrinking inside the house while we waited.

“I think all the niggas here, let’s do this shit,” he said.

We went outside and got inside the bus. The lights were dimmed, music was playing, and there was a thin layer of smoke. The bus was huge, fully decked with 3 stripper poles which were occupied by 3 ladies already.

“You tryna get me in trouble fam,” I chuckled.

“Better enjoy it while you can,” Pat said, handing me a very large blunt.

“We got that, we got some powder, whatever you feeling for,” Sean, who had come down from Cali to be here, said. I shook my head.

“I don’t do that no more, I’ll stick to the natural stuff,” I took a long drag.

The guys pulled out there stacks of bills and took to sticking them in the girls’ panties and bras as the bus pulled out of the driveway and took to the streets. I was sitting in front of one of the poles, a Latina looking chick was dancing on it. She walked around the pole then made her way towards me.

“So your the man of the hour, im Draya” she smiled, nodding to her friends who also began to make their way over.

“Yes he is!” Ty hollered. “And I think he needs a lap dance to loosen him up.”
The other dudes whistled and cheered.

“Anything for you Papi,” she said. The other two girls sat on either side of me, caressing my head and shit. Draya straddled me and suddenly her beasts were in my face.  "What do you like Papi?“ She asked. I cleared my throat.

"Umm-” but Pat cut me off.

“Just give him the whole deal,” he said. She nodded and began to move her hips on me.

The lap dance was an interesting experience and I was glad when it was over. I hadn’t enjoyed it like I used to because nothing felt right about it. The only person’s boobs I’d had in my face for 2 years were Randi’s. Yes I went to the strip club with my niggas once in a while, but I always turned down lap dances. The worst part was the dance still left me hard despite my best efforts. Draya was pretty but, not my type.

I decided to stick to my blunt and henny because that was all I needed to have fun. At some point somebody made lean as well which I had but sort of regretted because it really had me gone.

“Is this the last time we gon be kicking it like this?” Ty asked in all the noise.

“Hell nah cuh! I’m still gon be down with my niggas. Randi can’t keep me from going out,” I said confidently, even though it wasn’t totally true.

“Fuck yeah,” he took a hit from his blunt. “Was afraid you were gonna change up on me.”

“We always go be family, even when things start changing.”

“I appreciate that fam. I’m happy for you,” he nodded and I nodded too.

I got into the house around 3 am. The guys were crashing in the spare rooms and I went upstairs to me and Randi’s room. I took my clothes off and got in the bed with my boxers before grabbing my phone. I typed her name and her number came up so I pressed call. I wasn’t even sure she was awake.

“Hey baby,” she mumbled, sounding as smashed as me. I chuckled.

“Hey Lil mama,” I said, my voice horse.

“Everyone made it home alive?” She asked.

“We all made it. How bout your crew?”

“China over did it, but she’s okay now. She’s laying beside me right now,” she said with a yawn.

“I was just calling to check on you, you can sleep if you want,” I said.

“No, I wanna talk to you.”

“Alright then,” I smiled.

“So, did you get a lap dance? Because I did and it was extremely awkward,” she confessed.

“You had some niggas junk in your face?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine.

“Yes, and it was truly disturbing,” she giggled. “What happened to you?”

“I had an uncomfortable lap dance. Now nothing will ever compare to the pole dancing you did for me on my birthday,” I chuckled remembering.

“I’m glad I could be the best at least,” she yawned again.

“Go get some sleep.” I told her.

“Wait,” she said.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Nothing, I just didn’t want you to hang up yet…”
I grinned, I loved it when she was clingy for a nigga, it made me feel special.

“Its a big day tomorrow, you need some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow baby, ,” I assured her.

“See you tomorrow Cay,” she made air kissing sounds.

“Thank you babe,” I laughed.

“No problem.”

anonymous asked:

Do they have any sort of comfort item that they may not have with them all the time but still find comfort in when they need it?

Iceland: Either a hoodie or a toboggan hat. It’s as much of a warmth thing as it is a “protection from the world” type thing

Denmark: I feel like Denmark really likes soft, fleecy blankets. Like if he’s had a bad day he wants to go home and wrap up in his blanket

Sweden: His wedding band. He twists it around and grips it for comfort when he’s nervous or upset

Finland: A rifle. I am 100% serious

Norway: I think his hair clip is his comfort item. I headcanon it was a gift from Denmark long ago and he always wears. Always.

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written for week one of the @omgcp-tropechallenge 

Soulmate!AU - romantic and platonic soulmates (or in which Jack Zimmermann has two soulmarks) 

He’s not trying to hide the mark, would never purposefully cover up one of his soulmarks, it’s just…wedding rings traditionally go on your left ring finger. That’s just the way it is.

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Harrison x Tess

whatsasophie  asked:

Florist AU ?

He comes in every Tuesday, always alone, always asking for the same arrangement: a dozen red roses, no vase, no plastic wrapping.

She snips off the stems, and fusses over the petals, and takes his money, and wishes him a good day, and that’s that. She’s not sure he knows her name, although it’s clearly printed on a tag on her shirt. She doesn’t know his.

There’s a wedding band on his third finger, and she wants to ask: are they for his wife? (She wants to believe that they are, but a good florist never assumes. A dozen red roses, weekly, might be to placate a mistress. She hopes not.) Has he always brought her these? Has it been five years? Ten? Twenty?

“Your wife must love these,” she can’t help but gush one Tuesday, the shop full of homemade Valentine’s Day hearts and a quiet ache in her own that wants to believe in it all today, in lifetime loves, in never-ending devotion.

He’s silent for so long she thinks he hasn’t heard her. “She did,” he says at last. “See you next week, Dee.”


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Marvey & tuxes in 2.06 - All In

anonymous asked:

Sonny on his day off making Rafael late for work,pre-kids,post marriage

Okay, but yes. 

All Sonny has to do is wake up from his deep slumber for Rafael to become sufficiently distracted on this particular morning.

Because it’s their first day back in New York after their honeymoon, and Sonny gets to have the day off because Liv is a nice boss and figured he would need a day to recuperate from the time change unlike Rafael’s.

Sonny’s eyelids flutter open as Rafael is just finishing up with his tie, and his hair is all fluffy and messy from sleep, and he’s smiling at the sight of Rafael even though he just woke up, and Rafael can see the golden glint of his wedding band from the hand that’s thrown over his chest.

He goes over to Sonny, whispers a “Good morning, love.” into a kiss as he leans over the side of the bed, Sonny’s hands already making it impossible for him to disentangle himself as they come up to thread through his hair.

Rafael says, “I’ll try and be quick in the office today, okay? We’ll have dinner when I get home and watch that movie that your sister lent us, spend our first night in our home as a married couple.”

Sonny nods, rubbing their noses together. But that doesn’t stop him from trying to pull Rafael further down on top of him.

Rafael’s trying to pry himself loose, trying to give Sonny sweet reasons why he has to leave (besides the fact that he can’t be late his first day back), saying things like, “Come on, love, I have to go, don’t you want me to be able to show off that I’m permanently off the market now? I’ll even send you a picture of my new name plate with two last names on it instead of one.”

But Sonny’s ignoring all of his protests, kissing his jaw, and cheek, and down his neck, and it isn’t long before Sonny’s got his tie undone and Rafael’s completely given himself over to Sonny’s arms around him.