#sub!gregor

The bass resonated in your chest giving you some semblance of feeling. Your traitors, friends you mentally corrected, had dragged you out of the comfort of your apartment in favor of music that drowned out any thoughts or conversation, clones looking for a place to sleep other than their barracks, and drinks to help anyone forget about tomorrow. Your drink some florescent cocktail you could not bother to remember the name of, but it was shoved before you by one of you cohorts before they melted into the crowd along the dance floor pulling some poor clone by the hand. You preferred your liquid company allowing its warmth embrace you when your lips graced the rim. Despite the music and swarms of natborns and clones alike, you were content on your solitary presence at the bar with your drink.

“Hey.”

You eyes slid closed and whispered a curse. What part of you said ‘please come talk to me’? You opened your eyes and spun around coming face to face with a clone. Your drink remained perched between your fingers.

You plastered on your customer service smile you reserved for work, “Hi.”

His armor appeared unassuming. No wild colors and garish decoration.

“I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.”

You gestured vaguely to the glass still in hand, “ah, I’m still working on this one, but thanks though.”

“Well, why don’t I hang around until you need another one then?”

Ah, kriff. One of those guys. You tipped the glass to your lips in an attempt to by yourself some time to think. Fake a comm call? Excuse yourself to the restroom? Attempt honesty?

Your lips left the rim, “I appreciate the gesture really bu-”

“There you are, mesh’la. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Out of the corner of your eye, another clone had approached. The first clone’s expression feel.

“Captain, I-I had no idea she-”

The captain chuckled, “It’s alright, but thanks for keeping her company for me.”

The first clone retreated to hopefully bother someone else leaving you and the captain at the bar. You took another sip.

“He one of yours?”

He scoffed, “Nah, some shiny I’ll have to speak to Rex about.”

You frowned.

“A new one. His armor isn’t even broken in yet.” He explained, seeming to read your mind.

You made a soft noise of understanding. One of your fingers idling tracing the rim of your glass.

“So I guess I owe you one for getting that one off me.”

His smile coaxed a twitch of your lips, “I wouldn’t mind some company.”

Drinks flowed and soon the pair began building their squads of empty glasses. The building buzz from your drinks hummed happily through your body as your hand cradled your chin.

“So I gotta ask, ‘s with the colors?” You slurred pressing a finger against his pauldron.

He chuckled, “Tends to show where we’re assigned.”

“Oh? Not meant to disarm the pretty things begging for a solider’s attention?”

The captain leaned closer with a mischievous spark in his eye, “That’s only a secondary effect. It works when it does.”

You giggled, beginning its lazy trek from his pauldron to his chest plate, “mm, might be working.”

“Is it now,”

You offered a shrug of your shoulders, “Could be,”

You glanced back towards the dance floor, you companion and their beau for the evening deep in the sway of the mass of gyrating hips and drunken caresses.

“Seems I’ll be walking home by myself tonight.” You mused.

“This late? Suppose I could offer to escort you home.”

Your hand splayed against your chest feigning offense, “You think I can’t handle myself?”

“I’d be afraid for whoever crosses your path.”

You barked a laugh, “Do I get to know the name of my escort, or is it just cap?”

A laugh eased out of him, “The name’s Gregor.”

The trek back to your apartment was uneventful if not for the growing tension between the two of you. Each wobble of a step was met by a strong arm keeping you steady. The armor doing nothing to halt the lance of delicious sparks coursing through you. Much too soon for your liking, the steps of your domocile were before you. You stepped up, yet the captain remained rooted at the threshold. Your vantage point keeping you inches from his face.

“Mission successful. I guess you’re my hero now.”

The color to his cheeks was either the result of the drinks or you. Some part of you hoped for the latter. He chuckled.

“It’s all in a day’s work.”

“You’re welcome to come up for some caf or..maybe something else.”

Your lips twitched as his gaze drifted. Those molten chocolate pools soon meeting your gaze. The sight of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips lured you closer. Gregor closing the distance.

Just the touch of his lips set you aflame. Your hand steadying yourself on his pauldron as one of his hands rested along your back not caging you in, but also a silent request to stay.

The door to you apartment swung open as you shuffled in your company for the evening. Your lips fused to his, hands wandering to explore the terrain of plastoid and what little skin you could touch. Your heels were the first to go much to the delight of your feet. Your dress was next with the whisper of a zipper, yet the trail ran cold as you fumbled with armor clasps earning a chuckle from the commando. His lips pulling away despite yours pulling closer.

“Easy mesh’la, let me get this off.”

The clasps were released with soft clicks. The plastoid pieces falling from his form, and your onslaught continued. From sculpted shoulders to the bridges marking his abdomen, your fingers eagerly explored as if to burn them into your mind. You guided the commando into your bedroom. Your kisses heated, urgent as if he would disappear in a puff of smoke. Teeth would clash. Tongues fought for dominance, tasting the last whispers of drink. His knees butted up against your bed, and the gentle press of your finger was all the convincing he needed to fall back bringing you with him.

“Safe word?” You murmured against his lips.

“Plebe.”

You scoffed a laugh, “Well, hopefully that doesn’t come up. Lay back and enjoy.”

You moved to sit up keeping your weight on his thighs to get the full view of the commando underneath. The fabric of his blacks leaving little to your imagination especially to the strained bulge of the fabric that made your mouth water.

Your fingers ghost over the bulge receiving a whimper only earning a heated groan when your fingers curl around it giving a playful squeeze.

“Hope this is set to stun.” You teased.

“Can’t make any promises.”

Your bottom lip found its way between your teeth as you rolled down the waistband moving the obstructions down to his knees. His cock springing free to attention. A bead of precum already present much to your delight. His hips jerked off the bed at the first strokes causing you to plant you free hand along his hip.

“Ah, ah, ah, I’m in command tonight, captain.” You chided, your thumb swirling around the head causing any form of a reply to devolve into a moan.

You leaned down. His breathing hitched at your warm breath. Your tongue darting out to run along the underside of the head. His cock giving a suggestive twitch.

“Mesh’la,” He whined, one of his fists gripping the sheets.

You decided to have mercy on the commando writhing under you. His length was impressive, but his girth send a pleasurable ache to your core as you eased it into your mouth. A muted thud of his head lulling back onto the bed. You continued to ease him in dragging a groan from deep in his chest when he felt your muscles swallow around him. You hand remained enclosed around the base to stroke what you could not fit. His breathing became labored. After another swallow, you were lifted from your prize and met with a burning kiss.

“I wasn’t gonna last if you keep doing that.” His voice a rasp after he broke this kiss. His hands keeping hold of your face.

You chuckled, “Then let’s make it worth it.”

With a gentle removal of his hands, you guided him back to laying on the bed. Your hand remaining on his chest as you straddled him, a free hand shifting your panties to the side.

“So insubordinate, captain,” You smirked, feeling him quiver under you, “but I’ll punish you later.”

At the brush of his cock against your folds was enough of a surge for his hips to buck. Your hand held fast on his chest as your hips moved just out of reach.

“Stand down, captain.”

After a staring contest, his hips settled back and you returned to lining his length up. The initial breach pulled a harmony of moans from the both of you. You eased him in inch by delicious inch soon bottoming out against his pelvis. Neither one of you moved. You memorizing the stretch he provided while he marveled over the tight warmth that surrounded him.

“There we go. See, my orders aren’t so bad”

“Mesh’la,” He grunted, “you need to move.”

“Giving orders?” You shifted just enough for him to groan.

“P-Please, mesh’la.”

“How could I say no when you asked so nicely,”

You lifted up only leaving the head notched inside you before bringing your hips back down finding satisfaction in the way his eyes rolled back. Your pace was not as punishing, yet the commando bucked and groaned under you hesitantly grabbing your thighs.

“It’s alright, you can hold on there.” You cooed.

His white knuckle grip on your flesh kept you grounded while your pleasure began its ascent towards the peak. You shifted your position seated on his cock that nearly sent stars clouding your vision every time his cock dragged against your insides. You allowed the buck of his hips, but your eyes remained on his blissed out expression. You gaze sharpened at feeling one of his hands release your thigh. His eyes met yours. Pupils blown wide from pleasure.

“Let me help you, please.”

You continued your pace on him, “Help how?”

“Wanna nnn…help you cum, mesh’la.”

You leaned down capturing his lips in a kiss, “Only if you behave.”

His thumb calloused from his days in the field began circling your clit. Your head fell back with a moan encouraging him by speeding up. The combination of his cock and his thumb swiftly delivered you to the cliff edge.

“I’m close, captain.”

“I can feel it, mesh’la. You- ohh, choking me here.”

With a throb of his cock and a tight circle of his thumb, you dove off the cliff diving into your ecstasy. Your mind focusing on nothing but him, his groans, and his cock now pounding into you as he chased his release. His hands migrated to you hips moving you along his cock for a few more thrusts before he held you to him. A feral groan and the throbbing of his spend spilling into you.

You both remained frozen for a time, eyes locked. His grip released but you may be waking up with bruises in the morning. You eventually unsheathed him from you before rolling off in favor of curling up against his side. He draped an arm around you pulling you close.

“That was..”

“Yeah,” You breathed, the digital readout of the chrono catching your attention.

“Caf maker is set to start in an hour. In case you need a pick me up if some of your boys call.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “They’ll be alright for the night.”

Sleep began singing its siren song coaxing you to slumber.

“Forgot to say,” You yawned, nodding off in the warmth of his embrace, “thank you for your service.”