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"Cariño..." muttered Rafael, his hand groping for Sonny's warmth next to him. But as usual, Sonny was already up, probably making breakfast. The night before, they had attended a charity event. When they got home they were so exhausted that they threw their clothes around before going to bed.
Rafael stretched and took his time getting up, after all, it was a day of rest. A few minutes later, he headed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, dried off and put on a pair of briefs.
Since it was a bit chilly, he looked for something to throw over his shoulders quickly. He grabbed Sonny's shirt that had been tossed carelessly on a chair in the corner of their room.
He buried his face in it, happily breathing in the familiar scent of his lover, then slipped it on, without buttoning it.
He quietly made his way to the kitchen, careful not to make too much noise so he could watch Sonny without him noticing.
When he got to the kitchen, Sonny was humming, which was not rare, to a song playing on the radio while beating eggs for what Rafael assumed were omelets. He too was wearing only briefs and a shirt over them.
Steaming coffee was already on a well-stocked table for a king's breakfast that made Rafael's mouth water. Although to be honest, the mere sight of Sonny in his briefs and shirt was already making his mouth water.
Just as he was about to say something, Sonny turned around, a whisk in his hand.
Rafael swallowed as he saw the way the shirt fell over Sonny's shoulders, open to his chest, accentuating the hollow in his throat.
"Don't you like what you see?" replied Sonny with a cheeky smile as he poured the eggs into the pan and watched them cook.
"What... no, I mean yes. You know that's my shirt Sonny?"
For one of the few times in his life, Rafael couldn't find his words, his brain going haywire at the sight of Sonny in his shirt. It fell lower than his boxers and from behind, it gave Rafael the impression that Sonny was naked underneath.
He was really struggling to find his words.
He couldn't help but stare at Sonny and follow his every move as he divided the eggs between their two plates.
At this little domestic scene, Rafael's throat tightened. He could never have imagined that one day he would find himself like this, with this man, sharing their clothes, their meal, their life, their home.
Before Sonny, Rafael didn't believe that this kind of happiness was for him and now, at the sight of Sonny in his shirt, cooking, he realized that this happiness was there and his.
Sonny walked over to him, his gaze in his, understanding as always.
He said softly, "I like wearing your shirt, it's like I have a little bit of you on me and seeing you with mine is the same. And then finally, this is our house, everything in it is ours, even our shirts."
Sonny finished with a wink and reached for Rafael's hands to lay them on his own waist, under the shirt. Rafael buried his face in Sonny's shoulder, holding him close. He breathed, almost intoxicated by the blend of their two scents, not knowing where he started and where he ended.
Then Rafael pressed a kiss to Sonny's neck and slid his hands around his waist before pulling his head toward him for a tender kiss.
Sonny slid his hands lower, under Rafael's butt, and lifted him up to sit him on the kitchen counter as he continued to kiss him.
They stayed like that for a long time, kissing and cuddling.
They could always heat up their breakfast later.