Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander's Omega-Chapter 132: Mirror

[Warning - spice ahead]

Gregoris obliged without hesitation, but this time, the kiss was different. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of Rafael’s lips, a silent demand for entry that Rafael granted with a soft sigh. The tablet slipped from Rafael’s lap and landed with a soft thud on the plush rug. Rafael’s free hand, the one that had been guarding his precious snacks, now abandoned its post to curl into the fabric of Gregoris’s coat, pulling him closer.

The arm around Rafael’s waist tightened, and Gregoris used his leverage to shift, turning Rafael on the couch until he was straddling his lap.

Rafael gasped into his mouth, the sound swallowed by another kiss. Gregoris’s hands roamed, one sliding up Rafael’s back to press him flush against his chest, the other tangling in the soft brown hair at the nape of his neck, tilting his head to take the kiss even further.

Rafael’s hips rolled instinctively, a slow, searching grind against the growing hardness in Gregoris’s trousers. He wasn’t thinking anymore, just feeling, just chasing the heat and comfort of his mate.

Gregoris broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Rafael’s. They were both breathing heavily, the air thick with unspoken desire.

"You know..." Rafael murmured, voice rougher than he intended, stubborn even through the breathlessness. "The third thing on the list was attention."

Gregoris’s mouth curved against his cheek, a soft, helpless laugh. "I noticed."

"I want it now," Rafael added, as if Gregoris had ever been the kind of man who needed convincing.

Gregoris lifted his head just enough to look at him properly. His hands were still firm at Rafael’s waist, keeping him close, but his expression had gentled like he always did when Rafael’s bravado turned into something more honest.

He took Gregoris’ hand from his waist and pressed it flat against his chest, directly above his heart, with a thoughtfulness that made the air between them crackle. The steady, frantic beat of it pulsed against Gregoris’s palm. ’Here,’ the gesture said. ’This is what I want you to pay attention to.’

A slow, understanding smile touched Gregoris’s lips. He got it. This wasn’t about more kisses or a quick tumble. This was about being the absolute center of someone’s world, even if just for a little while. And for Rafael, his world had been a chaotic, painful place for far too long.

"Alright," Gregoris breathed, the word a vow. He shifted, standing in one fluid motion while lifting Rafael with him.

Rafael let out a soft, surprised sound, his legs automatically wrapping around Gregoris’s waist. He buried his face in the crook of Gregoris’s neck, inhaling his scent - clean linen, cold steel, and the unique, comforting musk that was just his.

Gregoris carried him from the sitting room, through the quiet halls of their home. The journey was silent, with each step proving his strength and care.

He didn’t take Rafael to their bed immediately. Instead, he paused in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room, gently placing Rafael on his feet while maintaining a firm arm around his waist from behind.

Rafael’s eyes fluttered open, and he found himself staring at their reflection. Gregoris, tall, dark, and imposing behind him, stood out in stark contrast to his own smaller form, flushed and wanting. Rafael felt a flash of self-consciousness for a split second, but it was quickly dispelled by the look in Gregoris’s silver eyes in the mirror.

"Look at you," Gregoris murmured, his voice a low rumble against Rafael’s ear. His free hand came up to Rafael’s throat, tracing the delicate line of his jaw with his thumb. "Look what I have."

Rafael’s breath hitched. Gregoris’s gaze in the mirror was unwavering, pinned on him. It was intense, overwhelming, and exactly what he’d asked for. This was attention.

Slowly, Gregoris began to unbutton Rafael’s soft house shirt. His movements were methodical, with each flick of his fingers a small, deliberate gesture. He didn’t rush. He watched the mirror as each inch of Rafael’s skin was revealed - the pale expanse of his chest, the darker peaks of his nipples, the gentle swell of his belly where their child grew. When the shirt was open, Gregoris’s hands spread wide over Rafael’s stomach, his thumbs stroking circles on the warm skin.

"Beautiful," he whispered, and the word was for Rafael, for the life inside him, for all of it.

Rafael leaned his head back against Gregoris’s shoulder, his eyes closing, surrendering to the sensation. This was worship. He could feel Gregoris’s hardness pressing against his lower back.

Gregoris’s hands drifted up, pushing the shirt off Rafael’s shoulders. It pooled on the floor with a soft rustle. His palms mapped the lines of Rafael’s arms, his fingers tracing the elegant bones of his wrists. He lifted one of Rafael’s hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the center of his palm before taking each finger into his mouth, sucking lightly. The wet heat sent a jolt straight to Rafael’s groin, and he moaned softly, his hips rocking back instinctively.

"Gregoris..." It was a plea, a prayer.

"Shh," Gregoris soothed, his voice a low caress against Rafael’s ear. His hands moved from Rafael’s wrists, sliding down to his hips, hooking into the waistband of his loose trousers. "Just watch."

Rafael’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Gregoris’s intense silver gaze in the mirror. He felt the slow slide of fabric down his legs, the cool air soothing his skin as he stripped naked. Gregoris knelt behind him, his movements fluid and powerful, guiding Rafael’s trousers over his feet until they were removed. Rafael stood completely naked, flushed, and vulnerable, with the imposing, fully-clothed commander behind him.

Gregoris’s hands returned to his hips, his grip firm and possessive. He rose slowly, his body pressing against Rafael’s back as he stood. The rough texture of his clothes was an arousing contrast against Rafael’s bare skin.

Rafael could feel the hard length of Gregoris’s growing arousal through his trousers.

"Look at you," Gregoris repeated, his voice thick with desire. One of his hands slid around Rafael’s front, splaying across his stomach again, while the other traced a line up his inner thigh. "So responsive. So beautiful." His fingers brushed against Rafael’s balls, teasing lightly, before wrapping around his already hardening cock.

Rafael gasped, his hips jerking forward into the touch. His hands flew up to brace against the mirror, the cool glass jarring against his heated palms.

Gregoris began to stroke him, his grip firm and sure, his thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum over the head. He set a slow, maddening rhythm, his other hand still resting possessively on Rafael’s stomach. Rafael’s breathing grew ragged, his head falling back against Gregoris’s shoulder.

"No," Gregoris commanded softly, his free hand moving to Rafael’s chin, tilting his head forward. "Eyes open. Watch me touch you."

Rafael forced his eyes to focus on their reflection. He saw himself, chest heaving, face flushed with arousal, his legs trembling. He saw Gregoris’s form behind him, his hand moving firmly on his cock, his expression one of intense concentration and raw hunger. The sight was electrifyingly intimate, like a private performance just for him.

"Please," Rafael breathed, the word barely audible.

"Please what?" Gregoris murmured, his lips brushing against Rafael’s ear. He nipped the sensitive lobe, pulling a sharp cry from him. "Tell me what you want, Rafael."

"You... inside me," Rafael managed, his voice cracking. "Now, Gregoris, please."