Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Round one

Gregoris went utterly still for a moment, then turned his head, silver eyes scanning Rafael’s face for any hint of a joke.

He found none. Only a soft, earnest certainty, and beneath it, a heat that was already starting to simmer.

“You’re serious,” Gregoris stated, his voice a low rumble.

Rafael’s lips curved. “When am I not serious about you?”

“Frequently.”

“Not about this.” Rafael shifted, turning to face him fully on the bed. The loose robe gaped, revealing a smooth, pale chest, and the faint scent of his omega sweetness intensified, wrapping around Gregoris’s senses. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

Gregoris’ hand, which had been resting on Rafael’s back, slid up to cup the nape of his neck, long, elegant fingers running through the strands. “The process was… extensive.”

“I’m reminding you,” Rafael whispered, his eyes glittering. “The process is rather enjoyable.”

Gregoris moved, shifting his weight, and before Rafael could react, he had him pinned. The omega was pushed back against the pillows, Gregoris’s body looming over him, one knee already between Rafael’s thighs. Gregoris’s free hand went to Rafael’s robe, fingers digging into the fabric at his shoulder.

“Then we begin,” Gregoris stated.

Gregoris leaned in, his nose brushing the scent gland on Rafael’s throat. He inhaled deeply, and his cock, which was already half-hard due to Rafael’s proximity, tightened against his trousers.

“You understand what you’re asking for,” Gregoris murmured against his skin, his voice dropping to a predatory growl. “It’s not a few gentle nights.”

“I’m asking for you,” Rafael said, tilting his head to expose more of his throat in a blatant, submissive offer. “However you need to be.”

Gregoris moved with the controlled aggression of a pouncing wolf. One hand gripped Rafael’s damp, soft brown hair, while the other wrenched the silken robe open. The fabric pooled at Rafael’s elbows, trapping his arms for a moment as Gregoris shoved him back onto the plush duvet. Rafael gasped, a sound of pure surprise and delight, his body going pliant.

Gregoris loomed over him, his ash blonde hair falling across his forehead, silver eyes blazing with pure desire. “Then we start now.”

He devoured him. His mouth crashed down on Rafael’s, swallowing his gasp, tongue plunging deep to claim the taste of him. Rafael moaned into it, his back arched and his trapped arms strained futilely in the robe as he attempted to touch.

Gregoris broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Rafael’s jaw, his throat, and his collarbone. He bit down on the tender junction of neck and shoulder, making Rafael cry out and shudder, his hips bucking up.

“Gregoris—!”

“Quiet,” Gregoris ordered, but his voice was thick with need. He released Rafael’s arms from the robe and roughly pushed the fabric off completely, tossing it to the floor. Rafael sat naked in front of him, flushed and breathing heavily.

Gregoris’s gaze was raking over him. Rafael’s body was lean and elegant, his pale skin dusted with gold freckles. His cock, a pretty, flushed pink, was hard against his stomach, with a bead of clear fluid already glistening at the tip. But Gregoris’s focus dropped lower, to the tangle of soft brown curls between his thighs and the hole that was already glistening for him.

He hooked his hands behind Rafael’s knees and pushed, folding him nearly in half, spreading him wide open.

The sight punched the air from Gregoris’s lungs. Rafael’s hole was drenched, a slick, shining mess of his own making. The outer ring was plump and puffy, a deep rosy pink, glistening in the low light. The sweet, musky scent of his arousal filled the room, pulling a low rumble from Gregoris.

“Look at you,” Gregoris growled, his own arousal a painful, throbbing pressure. “Soaked for me already.”

He lowered his head and licked.

A broad, flat stroke from Rafael’s perineum all the way up through his soaked ring of muscle. Rafael shrieked, his back bowing off the bed. Gregoris did it again and again, lapping up the flood of slick, savoring the tangy-sweet taste and the silky feel of it on his tongue. He focused on Rafael’s outer ring, sucking into his mouth and flicking it with the tip of his tongue in fast circles.

“Oh, gods… please!” Rafael sobbed, his hands flying to Gregoris’s hair, gripping desperately. His thighs trembled violently around Gregoris’s head.

Gregoris pulled back, his chin slick. “Please what?”

“Please, I need you inside! Now!”

Gregoris reared up, fumbling with his own trousers, shoving them and his underwear down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, with veins visible along the curving shaft. The head was a deep, ruddy purple, already saturated with his own precum. His balls, heavy and tight, drew up against his body.

He positioned himself, notching the broad head against Rafael’s dripping entrance. He looked down, watching as the slick-smeared tip pressed against the tightly furled ring of muscle. He pushed, just an inch.

Rafael’s hole yielded, stretching obscenely around the intrusion. Gregoris gritted his teeth, his control fraying. He watched, mesmerized, as his cock slowly disappeared into Rafael’s body, the puffy circle stretching wide to accommodate him, gripping him like a fist.

“Fuck,” he hissed, the word torn from him.

He bottomed out, hips flush against Rafael’s ass, buried to the hilt. They both froze, panting, overwhelmed by the sensation of full, complete joining. Rafael’s inner walls fluttered and clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, milking him already.

Gregoris began to move.

He set a deep, relentless pace from the start. He pulled out almost all the way, letting his slick-coated shaft emerge, then drove back in with a firm snap of his hips. The sound was filthy – a wet, solid smack of flesh on flesh, punctuated by Rafael’s choked sobs.

Rafael’s body jolted with every thrust. His stomach quivered. His flushed cock slapped against his belly, leaking heavily. Gregoris adjusted his angle, leaning over him, and the next thrust made Rafael see stars.

“There! Right there!” he screamed.

Gregoris had found his prostate, that sweet internal bundle of nerves. He aimed for it with each punishing drive, pounding on Rafael. The room was filled with the sounds of their sex: skin slapping, bedframe creaking, ragged gasps, and the slick, squelching sound of Gregoris’s cock thrusting into Rafael’s drenched, gripping channel over and over.

Rafael was babbling, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. “Yes!”

Gregoris’s thrusts lost their precision, becoming faster, harder, and deeper. He could feel the pressure coiling at the base of his spine. Rafael’s hole was a soaked, hot, milking heaven with walls that clamped down in rhythmic spasms.

“I’m going to come,” Gregoris grunted, the words guttural.

“Do it!” Rafael begged, his own orgasm ripping through him. His body seized, his back arching violently off the bed as a strangled shout was torn from his throat. His muscles contracted around Gregoris’s cock in a series of intense, gripping flutters, squeezing him insanely tight, and that was all it took.

Gregoris drove in one last, brutal time, hilting himself, and moaned as he was freed. Thick, hot pulses of cum surged deep into Rafael’s core, flooding him. He pressed his hips firmly against Rafael’s ass, ensuring that every last drop was inside him while the knot swelled.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing. Gregoris collapsed forward, catching his weight on his elbows, still buried inside the warm, clenching heat of Rafael’s body. He could feel his own seed beginning to seep out around the edges of where they were joined.

Slowly, Rafael’s trembling hands came up to cradle Gregoris’s face. His blue eyes were hazy with pleasure, his lips swollen. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face.

“Round one,” Rafael whispered, his voice hoarse.

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