Page 19 of Reforging Onyx

There were some limits to that, though, and while he would give Onyx a great deal of pleasure, he didn’t intend to let the Rayne witch come down his throat.

So he sucked Onyx’s cock into his throat again, squeezing around it, but pulled off of him when he felt like the boy was getting close, leaving his cock bobbing in the air. He gave it another quick lick across the head, and when he withdrew, Onyx whined in protest.

Dominic stretched across the bed to snag a tube of lube from the bedside table, and as soon as Onyx caught sight of it, his eyes went wide with apprehension.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” Dominic assured Onyx quickly, squirting some lube out onto his fingers.

“Okay,” Onyx whispered, swallowing audibly. Instead of arguing, instead of fighting, he let Dominic slick up his cock and start to stroke it.

In the wake of the recollaring and subsequent breakdown, Onyx was fragile — no, malleable — and Dominic had every intention of taking full advantage of that state to get what he wanted.

He continued to pump Onyx’s cock, bringing him to the edge and keeping him there with a deft hand, until he was sure the Rayne witch was on the edge of climax. Only then did he take his own cock into his hand, starting to stroke it with his slick fingers.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” Dominic repeated, moving up on the bed so he could get closer to Onyx. He took both of their cocks into his hand, groaning at the feeling of Onyx’s cock against his and the pressure of his hand around both of them.

“What are you—” Onyx began, stiffening under Dominic’s touch.

“Shh,” Dominic murmured. “Close your eyes. Just feel.”

Onyx swallowed again but followed the instruction, squeezing his eyes closed.

“Kiss me,” Dominic ordered, ducking in to bring his mouth to Onyx’s.

Onyx whined, but he kissed back, thrusting his hips into Dominic’s hand and against his cock. His body was still tense, but he didn’t fight Dominic.

Dominic groaned in approval. His strokes around them quickened, and he relished the feeling of Onyx’s slick cock sliding against his and the pressure as he squeezed them together.

It had been weeks since Dominic had last come — since before their agreement — so he barely managed to hold on until Onyx was coming before he was spilling as well, all over his hand and Onyx’s cock.

Onyx whispered “fuck” over and over against Dominic’s lips, then he rode out his climax with a harder kiss to Dominic’s mouth, something more desperate.

Dominic relished the feeling of Onyx kissing him more firmly, letting him control it while he stroked both of them through their completion. He pulled back from Onyx’s mouth to watch his expression in the tail end of his climax, the smile ghosting his lips holding more affection than calculation.

Onyx sagged back against the bed and closed his eyes, finally releasing the sheets he’d still been gripping in a vise grip. “What…” he began, only to shake his head.

Dominic pressed another kiss, this one chaste, to Onyx’s lips. “Shower with me. Let me wash you.”

“Yeah,” Onyx whispered after a brief, hesitant pause. “Okay.”

Dominic smiled, giving Onyx another quick kiss to the lips before maneuvering himself out of bed and holding his hand out to Onyx to help him out of bed as well.

“What… was that?” Onyx asked hoarsely as he followed Dominic into the bathroom.

Dominic turned on the shower, setting the temperature hot. “What was which?” He tested the water before stepping under the spray and drawing Onyx into the shower with him.

The orgasm had been needed to release the tensions in the Rayne witch that had been left in the wake of his tears — and of the collapse of his resistance to Dominic.

His release at Dominic’s hands had been just as important to start laying the new foundation. So was the nurturing and softening, until his tiger was used to turning toward him instead of away from him.

“Why did you do any of that?” Onyx asked as he stepped beneath the spray. “I don’t understand. You didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t have to,” Dominic agreed as he guided Onyx into getting his hair wetted down so that he could start working shampoo into it. “I wanted to. I enjoy bringing you pleasure. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes,” Onyx said without hesitation.

Dominic chuckled wryly. “I suppose it is,” he allowed. “My mistakes where you are concerned are plentiful, after all. But I am trying to fix that. Nonetheless, it is true.”

Onyx fell silent as Dominic bathed him, letting himself be moved and manipulated for several moments before he said abruptly, “Kissing you isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”