"You have an ass sculpted by the Greek gods, Rafi."

Rafael couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips as he hit Sonny in the face with a pillow.

Sonny's laughter shook the entire bed and filled up Rafael's chest.

Sonny reached up, pulled the pillow off from where it was still resting on his head, and raised an eyebrow at a still-grinning Rafael.

"Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?"

Sonny's words were playful, but Rafael still tackled him all the same.

He landed roughly in between Sonny's thighs and began nipping at the sensitive skin on Sonny's bare chest.

Rafael felt Sonny's strong thighs tighten around his waist as he giggled at the sensation of Rafael's teeth just barely scraping against him.

Sonny's hands were sliding down his waist, sliding down his hips, sliding down until his palms were cupping Rafael's ass, squeezing, copping a feel, because of course he was.

Rafael let his forehead fall down to rest on Sonny's chest, laughter ghosting hot across his boyfriend's pale skin.

"You're ridiculous," he breathed.

Sonny hummed.

"What can I say," he began, fingers trailing lightly back up Rafael's body, tracing the curve of his spine. "Your ass is my favorite attribute of yours."

Rafael pushed himself up to his elbows and shook his head at Sonny, finally catching the gleam of mirth that filled his blue eyes.

"How shallow of you, Sonny," he said playfully. "I would've expected you to say something more romantic, like my hands or my eyes."

Sonny shrugged, a smirk forming on his pretty, pink lips.

"I'm an ass kinda guy, Rafi," he answered matter-of-factly. "And yours? On a scale of one-to-ten? Yours breaks the scale."

Rafael reached down than and pinched the inside of Sonny's thigh, hard.

"Ow, what was that for? I just said that your ass breaks my scale," Sonny said, indignant and pouting, which really wasn't fair.

Rafael brushed off the adorableness that was Sonny's face and said, "We've been talking about my ass now for the last ten minutes. And frankly, it's weird."

Sonny scowled, which made his pout even more pronounced, which made Rafael lean forward and place a soft kiss on that pout in the hopes of wiping it away.

His efforts were quickly rewarded as he pulled back to see that the pout had been replaced by a small, but affectionate smile.

"Fine, we won't talk about you than," Sonny relented, fingers still tracing restlessly across the planes of Rafael's back. "We'll talk about me, instead. What do you love most about me, physically?"

Sonny's grin became mischievous as Rafael considered the question.

Truth be told, he didn't think he could ever get enough when it came to Sonny's body.

He was ridiculously lean, all wiry muscles and sharp angles that Rafael loved to discover and explore.

He didn't look it, but Sonny was strong where it counted, and Rafael loved to grip at the solid muscles of his shoulders and thighs when Sonny was on top of him.

And he was so long. Every part of him was long, his neck, his torso, his legs; there was so much of him for Rafael to touch, to kiss, to make his own.

But if he was being honest, that wasn't Rafael's favorite trait of Sonny's, at least not physically.

"Your dimples," he stated simply.

Sonny looked utterly dumbfounded.

"Why?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing in unequivocal confusion.

"Because your dimples mean that you're happy," Rafael answered. "And that's all that I could ever want for you. To be happy."

Rafael didn't mention the fact that he also loved Sonny's dimples because they always seemed to reveal themselves the most when he and Sonny were together.

Going by the look on Sonny's face, he had guessed as much.

Sonny smiled then, widely, and a-hah, there were those dimples that filled Rafael's chest with a warmth he'd never known existed until he'd fallen in love with Sonny.

Rafael loved those dimples and what they meant.

They meant that Sonny loved Rafael, that Rafael made Sonny happy, and Rafael never would've guessed that so much bliss could rest in a pair of dimples.

Sonny flipped Rafael over so that he was the one lying on his back now, still smiling as he took Rafael's lips in his own.

Rafael reached up with both hands and let his thumbs brush tenderly over Sonny's dimples as Sonny kissed him, deeply, his tongue poking out to slip between Rafael's lips.

Sonny never stopped smiling at they kissed; Rafael knew, because the entire time his thumbs were resting in the spot where Sonny's cheeks dipped in.

Sonny pulled back, just barely, nose still brushing against Rafael's as he pecked aimlessly at Rafael's lips.

Rafael's eyelids fluttered closed as he felt Sonny take his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking momentarily.

Sonny released Rafael's lip and from there, let his mouth trail lightly across Rafael's jaw, across his cheek, lips finally resting on Rafael's forehead.

Rafael's nose was pressed into Sonny's neck now, and he could no longer see the dimples, but he knew they were there because he could feel Sonny's never-wavering smile against him.

"I lied earlier, you know."

Sonny's voice barely reached a whisper as he spoke, words warm against Rafael's skin.

Rafael let his fingertips drag up and down Sonny's sides, signaling to the man above him that he was listening.

"Your ass isn't my favorite. Your eyes are. Because I can always tell just how much you love me through your eyes."

Rafael couldn't argue with that; instead, he hummed in agreement, the sound vibrating against Sonny's throat.

Sonny chuckled. "I gotta say Rafi, going by your eyes, you love me an awful lot. Just saying."

Rafael pulled Sonny down by the neck until they were face to face, index finger reaching forward to outline a dimple.

"Well, going by your dimples, I think we're on the same page, than."