Onyx #2
“Good,” Dominic said approvingly. He scissored his fingers, stretching Onyx further, and added a third finger in the wake of Onyx’s orgasm. “Touch me.”
Onyx shuddered as he came back to himself — somewhat, at least; the aphrodisiac burning its way through him left him incapable of completely coherent thought and left him reactive in so many ways, and it was all he could do to avoid reality.
He reached for Dominic’s cock, only to frown at the awkward position, then shifted so he could actually grab hold of him.
It still wasn’t the most comfortable position, but he got his fingers around Dominic’s cock and started to slowly stroke him anyway.
Dominic groaned in pleasure, and his hips jerked as he thrust into Onyx’s hand. He withdrew his fingers from Onyx’s hole to grab the lubricant and squirt some out onto Onyx’s hand.
It was easier to stroke Dominic’s cock when his fingers were free of Onyx’s body, but alarm bells were going off inside Onyx’s mind because he knew what was coming next.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t handle it, did it?
He was still keenly aware of how it could feel, especially if he wasn’t prepared enough.
But he also knew how it could feel if Dominic took care with him, and the way he was feeling right then…
He wordlessly kept stroking Dominic’s cock, getting lube all over it even as he knew he was preparing it for himself… to be inside of him. To fuck him. To do the very thing Onyx had avoided for so long now.
The agitation welled up inside of him again, and it must’ve been telegraphed on his expression because Dominic caught his wrist and stopped his movements on his cock. [12] [13]
“Shh,” he soothed. “Onyx, look at me. Deep breaths.”
Onyx hadn’t even realized that his breathing was starting to get uneven again for reasons that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with the very real fear that lay just beneath the surface.
He did then, though, and he looked up at Dominic with glazed eyes before obeying and taking several deep breaths.
“You won’t hurt me?” Onyx asked, his voice sounding small and uncertain to his own ears.
“I won’t hurt you,” Dominic promised, leaning in to kiss him. “I don’t want your pain. I want your pleasure. I want to drink in the bliss of your moans as I bring you to heights you haven’t felt before. You’ve trusted me to show you how good it can be.”
Onyx let himself be kissed, but the anxiety was rising and rising high. He wanted to believe that he was safe, that this was about pleasure, but all he could think about was a whip cracking through the air — skin being peeled from his back — and he shuddered.
Ambrose wouldn’t have been the first one to flay his back, heal him, and do it all over again.
Dominic gently drew Onyx’s hand away from his cock, shifting so that he was lying on top of Onyx. He braced himself on his arm, shifting Onyx’s legs to allow him access.
Onyx watched the other witch move, anxiety and arousal filling him in equal measures, and he fought to catch his breath.
“Touch yourself,” Dominic instructed him. “Don’t think; just feel.”
Onyx wasn’t sure if he could simply feel — or rather, that he could simply feel pleasure, without having the fear as part of the situation.
He touched himself anyway, starting to stroke his still-leaking cock with a hand streaked with cum from before, and he tried to focus on that instead of what could go wrong.
“Little stretch. Little burn, but it will quickly be over, I promise.” Dominic lined himself up with Onyx’s hole and started to slowly push inside with slow, shallow movements.
Onyx faltered, and the fear glazed his eyes as much as the arousal as he stared up at the other witch.
Dominic leaned in to kiss Onyx again, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, devouring him as he continued to make small movements that brought him deeper and deeper into Onyx's body. His hand clenched on Onyx’s thigh, where he shifted Onyx’s leg a little more to ease his access.
Onyx kissed back, grateful for the relief from his own wayward thoughts, and he slowly stroked his own cock again. He wanted to focus on the kiss, on the touch, on everything but the fact that his mind was threatening to overload from thoughts of what had happened before.
But this wasn’t before. This was now. And Dominic wasn’t hurting him.
He whimpered when Dominic’s cock breached his hole and slipped inside, and he squirmed, his hand momentarily going still on his own cock. But the arousal drove him on, and he went back to touching himself even as Dominic began to work his way inside of him in a slow series of thrusts.
Onyx kept expecting Dominic to step out from behind a mask, to show Onyx that he was the same person who’d fucked him relentlessly at the beginning — well, he was, and Onyx didn’t think for a moment that that monster had ceased to exist.
But Dominic wanted something from him: Onyx’s pleasure, he said, and that was for reasons that he couldn't begin to piece together in his arousal-addled state.
He stopped trying.