Beta Bully (M/M) - Chapter 24 (Early Access) (Patreon)

Mirror

His hands trailed along the seams of the tiny shorts. Darcy's skin tingled beneath every touch.

His body was burning up, flushed pink, with goosebumps raised along his thighs and forearms. Darcy's nipples were distended, demanding to be noticed, and Luca grazed a single finger across both of them. Darcy squirmed in the cage of his arms.

The fingers sunk lower, flowing over his quivering stomach, tracing along the skin-tight material until he reached the crotch of the swimsuit. Their eyes met in the mirror and Darcy jerked his face away, burying it into Luca’s shirt. He couldn’t bear to watch as Luca touched him, but he didn’t want him to stop touching him. As long as he looked away, he wasn’t condoning the dirty behaviour. An innocent bystander, capable of nothing except to submit to a beta’s hands. Darcy's own were still glued to the cool surface of the mirror by his order.

Two fingers and a thumb caught the point of his chin and dragged his face back to the front. Forced to stare down the tiny and trembling omega before him. All around him curled the hungry beta. Darcy almost felt bad for the boy in the mirror, he knew that look in Luca’s eyes all too well. It made him throb between his legs. Luca’s hunger for him, so obvious and unashamed, filled him with heat.

Luca watched him for a few moments before returning both hands to his body. One thumbed at a nipple while the other tucked itself between his tightly closed thighs. From the first graze of his fingertips over Darcy’s cock, they began to quake and open ever so slightly. Luca filled the gap instantly, wedging his hand into any space his wanton body would offer him. Darcy watched his every move through the glass. A single finger stroked into the plump crease of his ass and Darcy’s breathing hitched. The elasticated material offered no friction, only cling. It exposed the entire outline of his pulsing dick. Luca rubbed over it gently, warming-up his already red-hot body.

The nipple he was coaxing was puffy and pink. Darcy whimpered at the overstimulation. Sudden sensitivity brought on from Luca’s touch left him feeling every movement of air past it. The nub tingled, but he continued his gentle rubbing, just as he did along his shaft. Darcy needed more. Luca traded hands, bringing up slick fingers to toy with his opposite nipple.

He caught his own eyes widening in shock at the sight of his precum on Luca’s hand. He was leaking. Mirror Darcy’s mouth had popped open. Luca chuckled into his ear.

The new fingers running over him were far more eager. They sought out the tip of his dick immediately and stroked the slit in the lightest of circles. Darcy jumped in his arms, bumping back against his chest with a weak moan. Everything he did seemed to encourage Luca, he traced his most sensitive spot in slightly rougher strokes. Darcy rolled his hips forward against the touch. Now he was definitely encouraging him.

Darcy was panting softly. Little whining noises slipped out in between his breaths. Mirror Darcy watched him with flushed cheeks and bleary eyes.

The touch intensified, dragging over his full length and lightly squeezing his balls over and over. Darcy’s thighs were forced to part further around his huge hand. Wet noises began to come from the jerks of Luca’s hand, quiet enough that only the pair could hear. Darcy's precum had soaked the swimsuit to the point of soft squelching sounds. Darcy attempted to turn his face away again at the sound, but Luca pushed it back with his temple and nibbled his ear gently in silent reprimand.

His thumb took full ownership of his slit while the other four fingers stroked deeper and lower. He pressed his palm firmly against his twitching shaft. He was already trapped in the tiny shorts, but Luca’s hand insisted on squeezing him that little bit more. Darcy watched the muscles in his forearm flex as he worked at him. If he had just a little less dignity, he’d beg him never to stop. His thumb suddenly pressed so firmly into his slit that Darcy squeaked, hands finally jumping off of the mirror to scrabble onto Luca’s upper arms. He squirmed against him, driving his fingers further into the crease of his balls. Luca’s hands were so damn big, he could encapsulate all of Darcy in just one. Darcy could just hump into his mate’s hand and have every inch of him stroked at once. He fought the urge, just.

Luca broke the silence suddenly. “Isn’t my mate beautiful? Look at him.”

Darcy’s eyes snapped up. The boy in the mirror looked nothing like Darcy felt or Luca described. He was tearful and quaking, almost as though in fear. He clutched his soul-mate’s shirt wretchedly with fragile fingers. Barely able to cope with the overwhelming sensations. He was so close to the edge of something. He could no longer tell if it would be good or bad, only that it was coming on fast.

“You’re always so cute, Darcy. Right now, you’re so sexy I could just bite you.”

The fantasy of Luca biting him. Marking him. Claiming him. It was too much. Something spilled over inside and out of him. It was only a well-timed mouth covering from Luca’s palm that kept his cry from being heard throughout the whole shop. Darcy's fingers bunched in his shirt and his legs bowed, wracked with trembles. Luca’s palm slipped back and forth over him messily as he rode out the catastrophic orgasm. Darcy's eyes watered and he threw his head back against him. Luca held him up until all of his bunched muscles suddenly released in one breath. Darcy slumped against him. He would have hit the ground, had he not caught him around the waist and lowered him into his lap.

Luca dropped into a cross-legged seat on the floor and twisted Darcy to face him. He flopped forward and panted into his neck weakly. He was exhausted. Luca stroked his back with feather-light touches and nuzzled his cheek into his hair.

After a few minutes of pooling all of his energy, he managed to drag himself from Luca’s lap and lean his back against the mirror wearily. Darcy's eyes were only half open, but he could still see how red Luca’s neck and cheeks had become. His mate was watching him with soft eyes, his hunger dampened for now.

Luca pitched forward, leaning over him suddenly, but Darcy didn’t have the energy to question him or give him a cheeky kick. He licked his lips and Darcy’s insides clenched. Luca ripped the tag from the swimsuit and the noise of the snapping plastic ricocheted through Darcy’s addled mind. Luca stood up with the rectangular piece of card in his hand. Darcy blinked a few times as reality hit him. He gave Luca a curious look.

“I’m going to go pay for this,” he explained.

“W-wait, what will you say-”

“I’ll say it got a hole poked in it while you were trying it on,” he answered slowly. “And I want to pay for it like a good samaritan.” Luca added a stern order, “You wait here and rest.”

Darcy nodded dazedly. Luca’s orders were so easy to obey today.

“I’ll be back to help you out of it soon,” he added. Luca couldn’t restrain his smirk before he left.

A bolt of energy hit Darcy. He couldn’t let Luca see him naked. That was a step too far, even for a day filled with stretched boundaries. As soon as the curtain had slumped back into place, Darcy began to wriggle out of the sticky shorts.

It was already dripping, so there seemed no harm in using it to wipe himself up a little more. When he was almost dry again, he tucked the wet section into the centre and folded the rest of the garment around it.

Feeling the clock ticking at his back, he hopped into the next option he had lined up. It was pink, with a watermelon pattern, and a faux tie at the front that stuck out like a cartoon ribbon. Surprisingly, it fit really well. It covered all of his delicates, and a little extra with the shorts halting just above his knees. It hugged him enough that he wasn’t afraid he’d lose it playing in the pool, but not so much that any of his junk was outlined. Darcy was admiring himself in the mirror when Luca returned.

“You changed,” he said. A limp carrier bag was dangling from his arm.

Darcy hummed in affirmation and spun on the spot to face him properly.

“What do you think? It’s cute but not childish, fits well but it doesn’t cling-”

“Sounds like you’ve found the one!” he said with a bright grin.

“But what do you think?” Darcy repeated shyly.

“I love it. You somehow look even more adorable than usual. I also like that they’re a little high-waisted.” Luca pinged the waistband playfully.

Darcy shrugged. “Skimpy isn’t really my style.”

“You could have fooled me.” His golden eyes flashed with the return of his hungry gaze for just a moment.

Darcy’s face flamed.

“Where’s the black one?” he asked.

Darcy scooped the folded pile from the floor, but didn’t place it into his outstretched palm.

“It needs to be washed,” he said awkwardly. Holding it out in front of him felt like holding a nude photo out.

Luca smiled salaciously. “It will get washed.”

“When?”

“After I get home.”

“How soon after you get home?”

“Very.”

Darcy squinted at him and pinched his lips.

“Don’t do anything creepy with it,” he said slowly, handing over the scrunched black material.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he cooed. Luca stuffed the damp parcel into the plastic bag the cashier must have given him. “Actually, I probably will dream about you wearing it. That was hot as fuck.”

“Okay, now I feel uncomfortable.” He shooed him with his hands. “Get out.”

Luca laughed, but obliged.