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Mirror - Luca POV

Luca ran his fingers along the neat seams of the shorts. The black material fit his soul-mate’s tiny body like a glove and his hands wanted in.

The burning heat of Darcy’s skin was pulsing through the swimsuit. He pulled his fingers upwards and watched goosebumps follow the trail. Darcy's nipples were pressing out and pinched, begging to be pinched. Just one finger over them both and he was writhing inside the cocoon created by Luca’s body around him. Protected and hidden under him, as it should be.

Luca’s fingers seemed to move of their own accord, following the movements of Darcy’s body. The shallow dip in the centre of his chest was trembling along with his breaths. Luca followed the quakes down to his soft belly and felt along the deliciously tight elastic The tease of precious, unmarked, skin was almost too much to bear. He reached the end of Darcy’s body, sinking his fingers between his legs slowly. He glanced up to the mirror, locking their eyes for a moment to acquire approval. Darcy flipped his face away and into his shirt, hiding from him. It squeezed something in his chest and he almost wanted to stop. To pull him in and simply hold him tight in his arms like a plushie. Everything about him was so soft and squishable.

He pinched his chin and pulled his perfect little face back into view. It reminded him of their first kiss. His hunger for Darcy in that medical office had been palpable, desperate to test him. To taste him. It was taking him over again, cramped into the changing room with his soul-mate beneath him. The urge to lick and bite every inch of exposed flesh.

Darcy’s expression, reflected back to him in the glass, looked almost fearful. Luca hesitated. Darcy's skin deepened its pink hue and Luca’s lust-filled gaze was returned to him in his milder version. His hands reclaimed their territories on his tiny body. Pec in one hand, the other cupping his crotch.

A hard bead of a nipple pressed against his palm and he rolled and tweaked it until Darcy whimpered weakly below him. He made no move to stop him, hands pressed to the mirror obediently. It only served to turn Luca on even more. The things he would do to him to hear more of his precious sounds were limitless.

But he hadn’t reached mate maturity, yet. He had always promised himself he wouldn’t have sex until he was eighteen, and only with his soul-mate. The way Darcy’s wide eyes were watching him through the mirror, he was on the brink of breaking it. Taking things slow wasn’t just for himself, though, Darcy definitely wasn’t ready for him to pounce on him like that. He needed to restrain his urges for the both of them. At least for a little longer.

He felt Darcy’s heartbeat pulsing over the palm tucked between his legs. They shifted open and he dug his fingers into the gap, sealing any space he allowed him and stroking at the outline of his cock through the shorts. It quickly grew sticky.

A quake ran along the muscles of Darcy’s inner thighs, shivering along Luca’s arm. Darcy continued to watch his reflection and Luca dragged up his warmed hand to show him the pre-cum that had coated over his fingers. The greatest badge of honour. Darcy's mouth grew into an open ‘o’ and his eyes rounded into creamy saucers. Luca couldn’t keep his laugh inside, he was too fun to tease.

He returned his left hand and switched his right fingers to play with the opposite nipple. He felt Darcy’s chest twitch under him. Both puffy buds were begging to be sucked on. Hell, he would get on his knees and do it in a heartbeat. But there was another area that needed a little attention first. He traced the very tip of Darcy’s dick with the gentlest of touches and his back hit Luca’s chest. The soft moan he let out had Luca’s dick jumping in his pants and his mouth watering. He pressed harder, rubbing at him in slow and deep motions.

Darcy's hard cock suddenly filled his hand firmly. He was rolling his hips into him, riding his hand. Luca pressed his lips together to keep from groaning. He followed Darcy’s lead and strung him harder and harder. He was rewarded by his thighs trembling open wider and wider. Perfect harmony.

He continued jerking his fingers along Darcy’s wet length until lewd noises filled the small space. His soul-mate attempted to hide his face a second time at the dirty sounds, but he pushed it back again with his temple and bit along the shell of his ear. Darcy's obedience was waning as his pleasure built - good to know for the future.

A strong press to his slit like a button rewarded him with a high noise that almost crossed Luca’s eyes with the surge of arousal it brought about in him. Darcy’s hands grabbed at him, clinging desperately and writhing back against him. He kept the rocking of his hand in perfect rhythm, working him to the edge.

Pink skin. Black eyes. Tousled wavy brown hair. Perfection, cradled in his arms and quivering.

“Isn’t my mate beautiful?” he said with sigh-like appreciation to his voice. “Look at him.”

Darcy’s eyes jumped to the mirror reflexively, but he only appeared confused at what he saw. And drowsily horny. A fog seemed to have fallen over him that Luca had no doubt only an orgasm could cure. Darcy was on the brink. Luca’s mouth watered watching him slide back and forth into his hand, his chest pushed forward into the other.

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

Darcy's body jerked taut. The hand that had been toying with his pretty, perky nipples snapped up just in time to cover his mouth before he cried out wantonly. It was euphoric simply to watch. Head thrown back and eyes cloudy, tiny fingers digging into his arms. And as quickly as it had hit him, he suddenly slumped like a marionette with its strings cut. Luca took him by the waist and sat them down as a pair, Darcy tucked into his crossed legs.

Darcy dropped his face into Luca’s neck and his sweaty scent hit him twice as hard. He was panting lightly, too tired to speak, yet. Luca stroked his back and kissed his hair while he rested.

It was almost impossible to hide his disappointment when Darcy pulled away to sit against the mirror. Lying together, entangled on the floor of the dressing room, would have been the perfect way to spend the afternoon.

With half-lidded eyes and the slightest sweat sheen over his skin, Darcy watched him. Luca watched him back, far too aware of his legs: bent at the knee and spread just enough for him to catch the glisten on the crotch of the swimsuit. His body moved without thought, ready to drink from between his legs and quench a thirst he hadn’t realised he had been carrying his whole life.

Darcy’s body tensed at his approach. He wasn’t ready for this. Luca halted above him and snatched the plastic tag from the shorts. Darcy tilted his head curiously.

“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.” He added a stern order, “You wait here and rest.” He looked like he needed a double dose of forty winks. “I’ll be back to help you out of it soon,” he added. He couldn’t restrain his smirk before he left.

Walking to the cashiers counters on the other side of the boutique, he realised he was covered in his soul-mate’s omega scent. And he could smell his more private scent on his fingers even swinging at his sides. The smirk widened and the oblivious cashier smiled warmly back.