15. Dominic
Dominic
Dominic hadn’t really expected Onyx to try to initiate anything after he’d told the younger witch to get some sleep, but he’d had a slight hope that the kissing had been enough to lead into more. After all, he’d trained Onyx’s body to respond to him.
It hadn’t been, though, and he would have to step up the pressure until Onyx was needy enough to turn to him for pleasure.
He’d have to be careful about how he escalated it though.
He’d definitely moved too quickly with the dinner party, and he still didn’t know what specifically about it had spooked the younger witch as badly as it had.
Other than Nathan Warwick’s presence? He hadn’t considered the severity of Onyx’s response to Nathan when he’d issued the invitation.
Dominic had been thinking more about Nathan’s pet, and how Onyx would respond to Tristan. But in both cases, it seemed he’d miscalculated.
Again.
No, he was going to have to take things much more slowly for a time and let Onyx adjust. The carefully placed cracks were still settling into new shapes, and the wrong kind of pressure could still break through the fragile foundation.
He did want to use his fingers on the boy, though, and remind him that prostates could be highly pleasurable. Onyx had always been very responsive to his being played with…
Or should he wait?
Decisions.
Well, he’d see how resistant Onyx was after a night of sleep.
“Good morning,” Dominic murmured into Onyx’s hair when he began to stir. He pressed a kiss to the back of Onyx’s neck. Without sexual relief the prior night, the younger witch had probably woken up hard, which meant he might be amenable to Dominic’s touches now.
Onyx yawned, stretching out against Dominic. “Morning,” he mumbled.
Dominic sucked lightly at the skin of Onyx’s neck, then a little harder, his hand ghosting over the Rayne witch’s nipples and teasing them before pinching them lightly. “How are you feeling this morning?”
Onyx squirmed in his arms, but he shook his head. “Don’t want to talk about it.”
Dominic let it go with a hum. He shifted to reach behind him to fish the container of lube out of his nightstand, dropping it on the bed so that it would be available. It earned him a dubious look from Onyx, but the younger witch didn’t comment. Yet.
He coaxed Onyx to turn in his arms so that he could lean in and kiss him. He deepened the kiss almost immediately, adding heat and a touch of hunger to it as he shifted over Onyx to grind their cocks together.
Occasionally, Onyx sought to take control of the kiss, and this was one of those times. He moaned against Dominic’s mouth when their cocks rubbed together, for all that his body was tense.
Dominic groaned in approval as Onyx turned aggressive in the kiss. Not that Dominic would ever let him keep control of the kiss, but it pleased him that Onyx was engaging further and pushing back against him.
The Rayne witch had just barely begun to break free from keeping his hands knotted in the sheets the entire time that Dominic was pleasing him. He wanted to feel Onyx’s hands on him, but he also didn’t want to order it directly unless he had to.
Dominic let Onyx control the kiss for a little while, using his body to keep stimulating them both.
He was surprised when Onyx stepped up the demand in their kissing even more, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, but allowed it. If the Rayne witch wanted to be so much more aggressive, he would not discourage that.
In the hopefully not so very distant future, that might easily turn into a scenario where Onyx was seeking him out for pleasure — kissing him, climbing on top of him…
He groaned at that idea, as far-fetched as it might be.
He might fantasize at times about Onyx being devoted to and wanton with him without losing himself, but the reality would likely be different. Given the spark that he wanted to stay bright in the younger witch’s eyes, it was unlikely that such a scenario would come to be.
But he could imagine it, and imagine it he did as he ground against the Rayne witch and let his mouth be invaded.
“Okay,” Onyx said breathlessly. “Lube?” He grabbed it, starting to slick up his own cock.
Dominic’s lips twitched in amusement. Was this an intentional move to try to deny Dominic access to his ass? It would certainly be far easier for him to finger Onyx while sucking his cock, and generally he wasn’t a fan of the taste of lube.
But it wasn’t impossible to get to Onyx’s hole, just more inconvenient.
He turned them so that they were on their sides facing each other. “Lube us both up,” he murmured encouragingly.
“I’m getting there,” Onyx grumbled. He grabbed Dominic’s cock and started to slick it up, then he leaned in to kiss him lightly.
Dominic groaned his approval as Onyx initiated the kiss, even one that light. Right now, he would take any initiative that the other witch might want to give him.
He otherwise didn’t make any movements, letting the Rayne witch set their pace.
Onyx bit his lip, then slowly started to rub his cock against Dominic’s, the lube making the slide easy.
“That feels so good,” Dominic encouraged, not making any effort to hold back his sounds of pleasure. His hips jerked when Onyx’s hand wrapped around their cocks, and he gave a low groan.
His light touch on Onyx’s hip gently encouraged him to thrust against Dominic’s cock.
Dominic was quite willing to discard any of the plans he’d had about coaxing Onyx into letting him show the other witch just how pleasurable fingering could be when it was being done properly, especially with the way that Onyx had taken to initiating the intimacy between them.
Even if he rather suspected he knew the reason why.
He drew the younger witch deeper into the kiss, rolling his hips to help increase the friction of their cocks rubbing together. He wanted to coax Onyx into doing more, but he also didn’t want to spook him.
After several moments of them kissing, Dominic took a slightly firmer grip on Onyx’s hips, giving him a little extra leverage so that the rolling thrusts of his hips drove them more firmly together in Onyx’s grasp. “Yes, like that,” he murmured breathlessly.
Onyx nipped at Dominic’s bottom lip as he continued to stroke them together, faster, until he was crying out against Dominic’s lips.
Dominic’s hands tightened on Onyx’s hips as he followed the Rayne witch into his climax, his cock jerking as he spilled with a groan of pleasure.
He was rarely anything but the instigator and coordinator of all things sexual — especially since coming into possession of the Rayne witch — that not being the one putting in the majority of the effort was a surprising novelty. He wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it.
Onyx made a face, quickly pulling back. “I’m going to clean up.”
Dominic kept his hold on Onyx’s hips, not quite so willing to let him rush away as soon as they’d come. “And a good morning it is." A smile touched the corners of his lips.
“Yeah,” Onyx replied. “And it would be better if I could clean up, so…”
Dominic kept hold of the Rayne witch a moment longer. “Go on,” he murmured, finally releasing Onyx so that he could disappear into the bathroom to get cleaned up.