Page 38 of Reforging Onyx

Onyx tried to breathe, but it was hard, so fucking hard. His mind was screaming, telling him that it was going to be painful, that Dominic was going to change things up and fuck him despite what he’d said. He fought the urge to cry, anticipating that pain.

But it didn’t come.

It wasn’t… bad.

It wasn’t good, either, but it wasn’t bad. He took in a deep breath, letting it out shakily. Fuck. It wasn’t even that much, wasn’t even that deep, but it still felt strange. He let out another quiet whine at the idea of taking more, not wanting it, not wanting what it might mean. He couldn’t quite catch his breath, but he sought to try to relax because that would make things easier, wouldn’t it?

Onyx wished Dominic would go back to sucking his cock.

He hissed in a breath when the finger pushed deeper in, trying to get used to the strange sensation. He felt like he was whoring himself out for a little bit of freedom, and he was disgusted with himself even as the pleasure coursed through him and left him unable to do anything but take what Dominic had to give him.

“Breathe,” Dominic repeated. “You’re doing very well.” He kept lightly stroking Onyx’s hole from the inside. “I’m going to add a second finger. You’re doing very well.”

Onyx nodded, his eyes a little wide, a little wild, but he didn’t pull away or struggle.

Dominic smiled encouragingly before taking Onyx’s cock back into his mouth and sucking hard.

Onyx cried out, his body jerking, and the suction made it possible for him to relax even as pleasure jolted through him. Fuck. It felt so good that he barely even noticed the second finger sliding in. There was pressure, sure, but it still didn’t hurt.

His breathing was still coming quickly, but he wasn’t on the verge of panic — at least, not quite as much, and he was more flustered and aroused than anything else.

Then that finger brushed his prostate, and he gasped again, his entire body jolting like he’d touched a live wire. “Fuck!” he cried out, shuddering hard. He’d forgotten how Dominic had played his body like this, had forgotten that it could feel good.

And it didn’t hurt.

Onyx breathed out slowly, his lips parting.

He moaned again as Dominic hummed around his cock, continuing to suck him, continuing to swallow around him, continuing to drive so much pleasure into it that he could barely stand it. He didn’t know how he could simultaneously feel so good and be on the verge of mental collapse all at once as thoughts of what had always followed this kind of touching raced through him.

But he only bucked as Dominic’s fingers pressed against that spot, bringing that impossible pleasure from multiple directions. Dominic wasn’t going to try to fuck him. He’d said as much. He was just using his fingers. He wasn’t going to do anything else. Onyx could enjoy it.

Couldn’t he?

Dominic had to be up to something, though. He wasn’t just sucking Onyx’s cock and pleasuring him for nothing. He’d want something in return, and it only remained to be seen just what that was.

He couldn’t quite bring himself to care all that much as the pleasure surged again with the thrusting of those fingers. He moaned softly as Dominic worked his fingers in and out of him, getting closer and closer to climax.

Then Dominic was pulling back, no longer sucking his cock but instead using his hand to stroke him. It still felt good, but not nearly as much.

He wondered what it would be like to have Dominic inside of him again, being gentle and careful instead of rough and⁠—

He instantly slammed the door on that thought, because what the fuck was wrong with him? He knew what that was like, and it was hell.

His expression twisted into distress at the memory, and his breathing came out unevenly as he tried to reconcile what was happening now with what had happened before. It was different. He knew it was different. It wasn’t painful, not physically, but it threatened to crack something inside of him anyway.

What difference did it make if he splintered a little more? He was already broken.

No.

He wasn’t.

He wasn’t.

Despite the thought, he spilled all over Dominic’s hand with a loud cry, his ass clenching around his fingers.

Dominic would take the climax as some sort of sign that he was getting closer to being able to fuck Onyx, but fuck Dominic. He wasn’t allowing it. He wasn’t.

But he let Dominic stroke him through his orgasm anyway, lying there and panting as he tried to recover from it.