Steve opened his eyes and slowly drank in his surroundings. The sun had poked through the crack in the black out curtains, casting a diagonal sliver of light in Rafael's hair. If he could have things his way he would wake up every morning next to him. He decided that he should ask Rafael about moving in together soon. It had been nearly two years now, and perhaps it was time to take the next step. Snuggling in a little closer he placed a soft kiss at the nape of his sleeping lover's neck.

He rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb Rafael and gently pulled the blankets up over his bare shoulders. It wasn't until he had nearly finished his morning routine in the bathroom that he remembered the brief conversation between them about playing together in the morning. Spitting out his mouthwash into the sink and wiping the remnants of shaving cream off of his face he wondered how to initiate things. Rafael was still asleep, and lord knows, after the busy week he had, he probably needed to sleep in. On the other hand, Rafael himself had said that he couldn't wait until the morning for their play session, and now, it was morning. His debate with himself ended when he walked into the bathroom, still naked, yawning, and stretching.

"Mmm…" Was all Rafael could muster, eyes half closed.

"Morning," Steve said, wrapping him arms around him to give him a quick hug.

"I have to pee," he muttered, pulling away as Steve reached out and swatted his ass.

"Nice hair."

"Mmm…" Rafael whined. "Go away."

"All yours, sunshine," Steve teased, planting a kiss on his forehead just to annoy him. He headed back to the bedroom as Rafael let out a loud, exasperated sigh.

Rummaging through the bedside table drawer, Steve pulled out the home made velcro hand cuffs, they had made for special occasions and hid them under his pillow. Rafael was to never know when the handcuffs would be put to use, the role play was more intense when he didn't know what Steve had planned for him. His cheekiness in the bathroom was the perfect excuse to punish him.

Usually, it was up to Steve to decide the direction their play was going to take, and it was up to Rafael to play along, with as little direction as possible. Steve would employ key words and phrases which would indicate to Rafael the direction he was to take. Sometimes, Steve wanted him to lay passively and take whatever came his way, at other times, he wanted him to pretend to protest. However, the play that turned them each on the most was when Steve wanted Rafael to use all of his strength to fight back.

They had a safe word system in place; green for keep going, yellow for keep going, but ease off, and red for stop. Steve knew Rafael's limits, and this morning, he planned to push him to the edge of his boundaries.

Rafael soon returned and sat on the bed, groaning and shading his eyes from the glint of sunlight.

"Are you awake now?" Steve asked him.

"I need another half hour."

Steve sat beside him and decided to take matters into his own hand right then and there, his stiffening cock couldn't wait much longer. He playfully slapped the inside of Rafael's thigh. "Come on darling. It's a beautiful morning."

"Sometimes, I just hate you. Like right about now, for example." Rafael turned to pull the blankets down and climb back into bed.

Steve reached for his shoulders and legs, tossed him to the bed, and crawled on top of him. He held Rafael's arms beside his head and kissed him roughly forcing his tongue into his mouth. His hard cock rubbed against Rafael's thighs as he gyrated on top of him.

"Umm… not now, Steve. I need to sleep."

"You want me to stop?" Steve asked him, slowing down his thrusts and kissing behind his ear.

"Yeah."

"Too bad."

"Stop."

"Make me," Steve hissed, biting Rafael's earlobe.

Rafael tried to move his arms but Steve's grip was too strong. He put each of his legs around Rafael's and squeezed them together tightly and increased the pace of his thrusts, fucking his smooth thighs and watched, amused and aroused, as Rafael tried to free his arms. It was a turn on to have a partner so much smaller than himself. Rafael was small enough to not only be easily thrown around and manhandled, but also to be held comfortably in his lap in more tender moments.

Steve moved up in the bed and thrust his cock against Rafael's crotch. Lowering himself, he let the full weight of his body rest on him, crushing his body beneath his. Groin to groin, Rafael's head barely scraped Steve's shoulders and under his weight his face was squashed against his chest. He managed to turn his head sideways, his cheeks flattened between the mattress and Steve's chest.

Steve listened carefully to the gasps from Rafael and when his breaths became harsh and ragged, he eased his weight off of him.

"Are you going to fight me off, or are you just going to let me have my way with you?" he growled, loosening his grip on his wrists.

"Get off of me," Rafael replied, placing his hands on his chest and tried unsuccessfully to shove him. He took a deep breath and pushed as him as hard as he could, unable to even budge him. "Get. Off."

"Is that it? That's all you've got?" Steve asked.

Slick with sweat, their chests rubbed together in the struggle. The sound of skin slapping against skin and their rapid, hungry breaths filled the air. Adrenaline flowed as each of their hearts pounded loud enough for the other to hear.

The weight of Steve on top of him and the sensation of being trapped beneath the immense man, of being at his mercy, turned Rafael on. His cock swelled and he could tell from the smile that crept across his face that Steve felt it too.

"Please, I don't want to do this. Stop it."

Steve grabbed his arms and pinned them roughly above his head. "No."

"You bastard."

"You little whore. You wanted this all along."

"No," Rafael breathed, twisting his wrists in Steve's powerful grasp.

Steve smirked at Rafael's sass, surprised at the fight he was putting up. The feel of him writhing and trying to fight him off only furthered his desire to control the cocky little attorney. Letting go of one of Rafael's wrists, he raised his hand and slapped his face.

"Ow," Rafael cried, instinctively raising his hand to his cheek.

Steve quickly grabbed the velcro handcuffs from the bedside table and before Rafael realized what was happening, his wrists were cuffed tightly together. Once his wrists were bound together, Steve tied the handcuffs to the headboard and lay down, cock hard and pressing against Rafael's thighs. Fingers entwined in his hair, Steve skimmed his tongue behind his ear and breathed on his neck as Rafael twisted and moaned beneath him.

"Get off of me," Rafael begged, trying to free his arms and rattling the headboard. "Let me go."

"Stop that whining, Rafael," Steve ordered and slapped his face, eliciting a soft whimper to escape from his throat. He clamped his large hand over Rafael's mouth and stared at him, thoroughly enjoying the sound of his muffled protests. Squishing his cheeks, he forced Rafael's delicate mouth into a pucker.

Leaning down, Steve bit and sucked at Rafael's top lip and stared in his eyes while his hand slid slowly to his throat. Exerting the tiniest amount of pressure, he watched as Rafael's thick eyelashes brush against his lower eyelids.

"Keep your eyes open. Look at me," Steve instructed him. Slowly and steadily, he increased the pressure on Barba's neck who writhed and kicked beneath him. To give him a chance to take a few breaths, he eased his stranglehold slightly and listened to him desperately take in air.

"Don't," Rafael rasped, before he squeezed his throat again.

Harris's position as a dom came with responsibility, it wasn't just about getting off on hurting Rafael. It was his duty to monitor him carefully. They of course used a safe word system, but in play like this, Steve also had to use his instincts to determine when Rafael was reaching his limit which in this case was before passing out. Breath play was a favorite kink of both of theirs. Each knew that it came with risks and that it could be extremely dangerous if not handled carefully. One wrong move could cause serious injury.

Rafael's eyes blinked wildly and his kicks slowed down as he began to teeter on the edge of his limit. Gasping for air, he looked up at Steve with desperate, wide eyes and shook his head twice to the right, their code for 'stop', when he was unable to speak. Steve pulled his hand off of his neck and scrambled off of him. Coughing and sputtering, Rafael's chest heaved as his lungs desperately sucked in air.

"Are you ok?" Steve asked.

Rafael lay looking up at him gasping, unable to formulate a word. He nodded his head, needing a moment to catch his breath. Steve detached the handcuffs from the headboard and pulled him up, his arm wrapped around his shoulders. Rafael leaned into Steve's broad shoulders, his breath loud and heavy.

"Green. I'm fine," he said.

"Oh, god. Rafael." He gripped his chin and turned his head towards him, leaned in and studied his eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, as he stroked and examined his throat.

"I promise," he said, closing his eyes and lying down. He placed his arms over his head and allowed Steve to pick up where they left off.

Resuming his position on top of him, Steve sucked on Rafael's bottom lip, the tip of his tongue traced the outline of his lips and skimmed his gums. He squeezed his thighs with his and thrust against him until he was on the brink of cumming.

It was far too early for Steve's fun to end, he wanted to make the scene last, so he sat up, pulled Rafael onto his lap, and turned him over his knees. In slow motion, he raised his hand in the air and brought it down on his bare ass. Rafael let out a cry and the force of the smack pushed him forward on Steve's lap.

"Stop." Rafael pleaded. "Please."

Rafael's arms hung in the air and he felt blood rush to his head as he dangled over Steve's knees. Staring at his legs through the gap between the bed and Steve's legs he wriggled around, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position. Caught between Steve's thighs, his hardened cock ached in desperate need for attention, but he knew better than to reach for it. The arousal he experienced almost made up for the pain he was enduring. He gasped as his hand hit him again and again, settling into a steady rhythm, the sound of skin being slapped a counterpoint to Rafael's whines.

"You were very bad this morning. You need to be taught a lesson." Steve raised his hand and hit him again, pausing to admire the pink spreading across Rafael's ass. He brought his hand down violently, eliciting loud sobs from Rafael. "What do you have to say," smack "for yourself?" smack.

"I'm sorry," Rafael said, sniffling. Tears welled in his eyes and dropped like tiny raindrops to the floor. "I'll be good. I promise," he said, turning his head to wipe his tears on his arm.

"That's better. Much better," Steve said, raising his hand to deliver one last spank. He pushed the weeping Rafael unceremoniously off of his lap to the floor. Spreading his legs, he leaned forward and grabbed his arm, drawing him to his knees. His hand gripped the back of Rafael's head and forced it between his legs. "Now, make it up to me."

Steve thrust his hips forward and shoved the head of his cock into his mouth. Rafael looked up at him as tears dribbled from his eyes and down his cheeks.

"Stop that fucking crying. Do you want me to take you over my knee again?"

Rafael shook his head slightly, his heart pounded in his chest as he delicately swirled the tip of his tongue around Steve's throbbing head, flicked the underside of his tip, and tightened his lips around him. He looked up at him nervously, desperately wanting to please him. Moaning, he opened his mouth wider as Steve slipped deeper into him.

Steve's entire body shuddered as he thrust himself into Rafael's mouth. Taking shallow breath he listened to the sound of his moans and sucking lips. Heart rate increasing, he gripped Rafael's hair tighter, and pulled his head closer. "Rafael," he moaned, closing his eyes. He thrust lightly into his mouth, his cock wet and pulsating. Opening his eyes he looked down at him, licking and sucking as if his very life depended upon satisfying him. Tears mixed with saliva when they ran down his cheeks to his chin, but the only noises coming from Rafael were the soft sucking sounds of his mouth taking in Harris's cock.

On the edge of ecstasy, Steve increased his pace and thrust harder into him, ignoring the chocking sounds as he forced his cock deeper and deeper. Rafael tightened his lips and sucked harder, trying not to gag as Steve hit the back of his throat. He lifted his hands and gently tugged at the base of Steve's balls. Moaning, he thrust into him one last time, shooting his load of cum into Rafael's mouth.

"Rafael," he groaned, maintaining his grip on his scalp. He gasped for breath and looked down at Barba as a thin stream of cum dribbled from the corner of his mouth, mixing with his saliva and tears. Letting go of his head, he pulled himself away from Rafael and fell back on the bed, panting, and his heart pounding. He propped himself up and gazed down at him, still kneeling on the floor. "Get up," he ordered him.

Mouth dripping with fluids, Rafael did as he was told and stood in front of Steve, his cock hard and needy. "You look like a cheap whore. Face filled with cum and tears, spit running down your chin," Steve hissed at him. "Look at you, your cock hard and waiting. Go ahead, finish yourself off."

Rafael nodded and with bound wrists, he took hold of his cock in his shaking palms and slowly pulled on it. He closed his eyes, knowing that Steve was watching him. His hands fumbled around his dick, the rough texture of the handcuffs scraped against his tender skin. It wasn't an easy to bring himself relief with his hands tied together but it felt good to finally allow his cock to have some attention.

Without warning, Steve grabbed his waist and pulled him onto the bed beside him. He placed on hand over his mouth and pumped his cock, thick and heavy, with the other. Rafael moaned and wriggled, his hips bucking in need, encouraging Steve's hand to move faster. Steve gripped him tighter, his hand sliding up and down faster and faster until Rafael's cock pulsed, throbbed and shot cum, finally receiving the relief it badly needed.

"Steve."

With heavy breaths, they wrapped their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Their heats pounded and their chests glistened with sweat. Exhausted, Rafael closed his eyes and leaned against Steve, feeling his chest move up and down and became lost in the steady rhythm of his breaths. Never wanting to let go, he hugged him tighter and buried his face against his shoulder. "I wish we could stay like this forever," he said.

"Me too," Steve said, pecking his cheek. "Come on, let's go get a shower."

After they showered and had breakfast, Rafael sat straddling Steve's lap and put his arms around him. He leaned forward and lightly kissed his cheek.

"God Rafael, you look gorgeous," Steve said, appreciating Rafael's soft, wool sweater, dark jeans and clean-shaven face.

"You're not bad yourself. I love you," Rafael said, smiling.

"I love you too," Steve said, rubbing Rafael's arms. "Was everything ok this morning? You scared me a little."

"You mean when we did the breath play? I was ok, I just went to the edge is all, but it was good," Rafael said.

"That's good. I have to check in with you every so often."

"There's just one thing, about this morning."

"What?" Steve asked. "Did something bother you?"

Rafael nodded. "Well, it was one thing." He took a deep breath and looked at Steve, whose eyes were full of concern. "It was just, this," Rafael said, taking his hand and squishing Steve's cheeks, laughing as he kissed his forced pucker.

"Just for that, I'm throwing that into my repertoire now." Steve wrapped his arms around him and rubbed the small of his back. "Rafael, I have never been happier in all of my life. I'm crazy about you, do you know that?"

"Of course. You know I feel the same?"

Steve nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "I want to wake up to you lying next to me every morning, for the rest of my life. I want you by my side."

Rafael lifted his head and looked at him. He sucked in his upper lip and touched Steve's cheek. "I do too. I hate being apart from you."

"Rafael, I'm just going to come out and ask. Do you want to move in together?"

Tears sprung to Rafael's eyes as he leaned forward and gave him a hug. "Yes, of course I do!"

"Really? I don't know why, I was so scared of asking you. I was worried you'd say no."

"It's what I want too, more than anything."

They gazed into each other's eyes, their hearts filled with love. Giggling like teenagers, they embraced, looking forward to their future together.

"Rafael, you know what's crazy? Once we get things arranged, I can't wait to tell my parents. My mom will be thrilled, she just loves you. My dad too. We'll take them to dinner and tell them together. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great. Really good," Rafael said, and flashed a quick half smile. Although he was genuinely happy for Steve that his parents are so supportive of him, pangs of sadness overwhelmed him. There was no way his mother would be happy about the situation, in fact, he dreaded the thought of telling her.

Steve noticed his sudden downcast face. "Hey," he said, patting his arms. "Your mom will come around."

"I don't know."

"She'll be fine."

Rafael shrugged his shoulders and looked away. "Your parents will be good with this?"

"Yeah, they will."

"My mom will be mad. She doesn't doesn't understand. She still tells me to call an old girlfriend. I guess she keeps hoping…"

"Give her time. She loves you Rafael."

"I guess. Good thing my dad's dead, he'd beat the hell out of me. He used to throw me into the wall and say, 'that's for being you,' so, I can't imagine what he'd want to do to me now if he knew. It's funny, it was fine for him to do whatever the hell he wanted to me, but, you and me? He'd kill me," Rafael said, laughing half-heartedly.

"No, he wouldn't," Steve said, taking Rafael's left wrist in his hands and massaging it gently. It was a habit of his when Rafael needed comforting, ever since he told him that his father had broken it years ago in a fit of rage. He hated the dead man who hurt his lover so much so that he still had the ability to make Rafael occasionally flinch at sudden movements. "I wouldn't let him."

A single tear-drop clung to Rafael's long eyelashes. "You're so lucky your parents are good."

"I know. I'm very lucky to have you too."

"I wish my family wasn't such a mess," Rafael said. Closing his eyes, the tear detached from his eyelashes and dribbled down his cheek.

Steve watched the tear slowly trickle down Rafael's face to the corner of his mouth before he gently wiped it away. "You're family isn't a mess. Your mom just isn't dealing with things well. Besides, no one's family is perfect. Your mom, give her a chance. It may take some time, it may not be overnight, but she loves you, very much. I know she wants the best for you."

"I guess so. I'm sorry, this is supposed to be a happy day for us."

"It is a happy day, Rafael. It will all work out, I promise."

Rafael sat silently on Steve's lap and bowed his head. He hoped that he was right, but he doubted it. His mom had never been happy when he had been in a relationship with a man. Nearly two years had passed since he and Harris began dating, and still his mother would encourage him to call one of his old girlfriends from the neighborhood, or chastise him for messing things up with Yelena. She had never been outwardly rude to Steve, but she hadn't been overly friendly to him either. Rafael felt guilty, Steve's parents had been so welcoming and loving to him, and his mother wasn't able to return the favor.

"And, Rafael, if she doesn't change her mind, then that's very sad, but we'll deal with that. I love you, and I want to be with you, no one else. Whatever happens I'll be there right beside you."

Rafael smiled. "How is it that you're so wonderful and you always know what to say?"