Onyx #3
Onyx was delirious with pleasure, soft keening sounds spilling from his lips as he rode the tidal wave from his second climax and coasted in the direction of a third.
It shouldn’t have even been possible to come so much, so quickly, but the drug was potent, and that was why he’d wanted it — so he wouldn’t have to think, so he wouldn’t have to do anything but feel as Dominic had tried to instruct him to do at the beginning of all of this.
He relaxed gradually as he grew accustomed to having Dominic inside of him again, and his eyes were half-closed as he looked up at the other witch for a moment before closing them completely and giving himself over to all of it.
With a shuddering breath, Dominic started to move, withdrawing partially before slowly thrusting back into him. Dominic was braced on one arm over Onyx, his other hand grasping his hip as he started to thrust.
Onyx’s head tilted back as Dominic’s lips found his throat to suck a mark into his skin, and he cried out again as those thrusts started to nail his prostate with expert precision. It was so much all at once, and his body started to ramp up toward another climax from that alone.
He shuddered, his fingers digging into Dominic’s upper arms as he clung to him.
Dominic started fucking him in long firm strokes, his mouth going back to Onyx’s to capture each sound from his lips. “More,” he murmured as Onyx clung to him. “Give me all of it.”
Onyx was already giving everything he had. Every bit of his pleasure belonged to Dominic; every bit of everything belonged to Dominic, and it would’ve scared him if he’d had the presence of mind to be aware of it.
As it was, though, he only cared about the pleasure he chased as he got closer and closer to climax. He grasped Dominic more tightly, kissing him more desperately as he made sound after sound with each thrust.
Then he was coming again when Dominic’s cock continued to pound against his prostate just right.
Dominic groaned into Onyx’s mouth as his movements stuttered.
He spilled deep inside, filling him with spurt after spurt of cum.
The heat of Dominic’s release made Onyx cry out again as his own climax seemed to go on and on.
He should’ve felt something negative in the wake of it all, but he only felt satisfied as the pleasure continued to envelop him and he took everything Dominic had to give.
Dominic’s kisses turned gentle on Onyx’s lips as he lingered there until his cock started to soften. He pulled free from Onyx’s body, collapsing to his side and drawing Onyx into his arms to curl against his chest. He pressed his lips against Onyx’s hair and hummed contentedly.
The potion’s effects were beginning to fade, and Onyx’s cock was no longer hard and aching in the wake of the third climax.
He didn’t return to earth just yet, still drifting on the waves of pleasure where everything felt good and he cared about nothing else, but when he glanced at the other witch, it almost fell apart that quickly.
No.
He clung more tightly to the lingering remnants of bliss, focusing on that instead of the thoughts that had driven him toward the potion to begin with. Thoughts that didn’t make any sense even to him.
Dominic’s fingertips moved idly over Onyx’s skin.
Onyx’s breathing slowed, and gradually, he started to come back to himself. He didn’t want to, but the thoughts simply wouldn’t leave him alone. He’d had to do so much to avoid them, and he’d negotiated with Dominic for…
Shit, would he still get to have his dinner outside? He hadn’t included that in the second round of dealings. But he’d gotten out of the chains, and he’d gotten out of having to wear the plug, and…
The cost had only been his body and shreds of what remained of his sanity.
Dominic would be satisfied, at least, and potentially for days on end.
After the last time, he’d been much more lax with Onyx, and maybe it was worth it to keep him that way.
Not that he thought he could do it without the aid of a potion to break through the thoughts that would surely try to overwhelm him.
He lay quietly as he recovered, keeping his eyes closed.
Dominic nudged Onyx into his usual position on his side and drew him back against his chest before his breaths deepened into sleep.
Onyx's thoughts were fragile and difficult to face.
He’d done it again.
Why? He hadn’t even had to this time. Dominic had only wanted to use his fingers and the plug. He’d told Onyx that he could say no. Instead, Onyx had entered into negotiations, using his body as currency with a man he should hate.
A man he did hate.
A man who had been his tormentor, but now served as his protector…
and didn’t that just fuck with his head?
No wonder he was struggling like he was.
Dominic had gone from treating him like a prisoner to a prince, and even though the witch would likely never see Onyx as a person, he was still a valuable object, at least.
And Dominic was never going to let Onyx go, something that should’ve inflicted bone-level terror into him but only filled him with relief. He didn’t want to go anywhere, not when others wanted him dead, and he didn’t want to die.
The thought baffled him, that he’d gone from being so determined to die to being so desperate not to, and he had to rely on Dominic Bancroft to keep him alive.
And in the meantime, well…
There was a price for that protection, for all that Onyx hadn’t asked for it and didn’t need to.
He stared out into the darkness in Dominic’s room, wishing he had just the tiniest bit of magic to project a field of stars of his own over the ceiling. Wishing he had the tiniest bit of anything to call his own. Wishing, above all, that he wasn’t so fucking lost.
In time, he slept.