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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.

Chapter 16

Onyx

Relief flooded him when Dominic finally released him, and Onyx fled to the bathroom so he could scrub his hand and stomach clean of all remnants of what they’d just done. He had driven most of what they had done, and he wasn’t sure he liked that.

No, he knew he didn’t. Pleasure or not, he hadn’t actually wanted it.