carisi-dreams:

bonnie&clyde!au | continued from here, briefly mentioned first here & requested by my fren @paradise-svu

The first round of sex was…raw. Sonny took you right there in the middle of the living room barely two feet from where he’d dropped his knife when he first came in the door. He was definitely going to have rug burn on his knees and you felt it developing between your shoulder blades, but neither of you cared. He groaned and bit at your lip furiously in between panting and cursing as he thrusted deeply into you. You clutched his back and hair tightly, scrabbling to try to get closer to him even as he covered you completely with his body. It was awhile before you realized he was muttering words in between thrusts, some of his tears smearing along your cheek as they dripped between your noses as you continued kissing.

“I thought I was going to die. I thought you weren’t coming back. Didn’t know what to do. Stay. Please. Please stay,” Sonny was mumbling half to himself. You pulled his face back enough to look into his eyes and they were wide open and anguished when you locked contact with him.

“I’m staying. I promise, Sonny. I’m staying. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours,” you promised him fervently and you bit back on a loud moan as he thrusted deeply on the word ‘yours.’ He growled and shook his face out of your grip so that he could bite along your neck, surely leaving marks. You knew that by the time everything was said and done you’d both be so marked up you’d have to wear long sleeves and turtlenecks in order to leave the house without creating suspicion.

“You like that?” you asked squeezing your eyes shut and digging your hand into his back again. “I’m yours,” you repeated and he growled once more as he shifted your hips to drive in on a deeper angle. “I’m yours,” you gasped out and Sonny wrenched his head back and grabbed your hand to pin to the ground above your head. He grabbed the other one and added it to the hold, using one hand to hold your wrists above your head and the other to clutch your face and tilt it to look him in the eye. You melted into his touch and whatever he saw on your face had him leaning down for another kiss. “I’m yours, baby,” you whispered into his mouth and he whimpered, hips speeding up.

“Mine,” he rasped as his hips slapped against yours, squeezing the grip on your wrists briefly.

“Yours,” you agreed immediately, straining to undulate your hips up into his. A few more minutes of that and he was coming, you tipping over the edge as he released his grip in order to circle your clit with one hand and lightly squeeze around your throat with the other. You came with a strangled shout and tensed before falling limply back to the floor breathing hard. He stayed inside of you, both of you still wrapped up in each other for awhile before it got too uncomfortable and you parted slightly. You ran a hand up and down his sides, holding him tightly against the trembles that you could feel shaking him and you in turn. Shushing him you pushed his hair off of his face and continued to stroke his side. Fingers touched under his ribs and he jolted slightly which made you frown.

Pulling back you craned your neck to see the edge of a new tattoo he must have recently gotten. You briefly realized that it was something about lost love and your stomach dropped before he shifted to hide it from view again. He hid his face in your neck and you continued to run your hands over his body as your mind raced. You two had done a number on each other. Truthfully, you didn’t think Sonny would even be at the house when you’d arrived two hours ago. Or if he was, you thought he’d still be mad. His temper stretched long and deep and he was rarely one to apologize first. Mostly he sulked and then bought you presents and then followed you around like a lost puppy until you forgave him. Between the tattoo and this reception you knew he had to have really been hurting and you felt ashamed that that fact surprised you.

Planting your feet and rolling him over you straddled his hips, looking down and seeing the sixteen year old boy you had met layered under the man he was today. At the end of the day, neither of you really knew what you were doing, he was just better at pretending. You bent down and kissed the tattoo gently while maintaining eye contact. His fingers clenched and unclenched in your hair and he exhaled hard as you pressed another kiss to it. And another. And another.

“I promise, Sonny. Our love is never lost.”