Page 68 of Reforging Onyx

The fact that he couldn’t immediately identify Onyx’s motives wasn’t something that he liked.

Dominic crossed the room to stand next to the bed, looking down at the witch curled up in it. “What is this?” he asked quietly.

Dominic’s question brought a humorless smile to Onyx’s lips, and Onyx shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said.

For one of the very few times in his life, Dominic didn’t know what to do. Typically, he had multiple plans in progress and various actions that could move any of the plans in one direction or another as the opportunities arose, but at that moment he was at a loss.

The fact that Onyx had gotten into bed was relevant.

He could have done any number of things that weren’t that, but he’d done it. He hadn't stayed in the crate, hadn’t taken a seat at the desk, hadn’t waited sitting on the edge of the bed; he’d gotten into bed. And that alone made the action something of an offering, didn’t it?

In light of the conversation of the previous night, was this some indication of his willingness to try to get past the shame and humiliation? What conclusions had he come to in the time that he’d wanted to think on everything that had been said?

Well, he would put it to the test and see.

He nodded slightly before crossing around to the other side of the bed and getting into it, lying on his side to face the Rayne witch.

“I know it bothers you that I need time, but… thank you. I didn’t… I didn’t think I’d stay in the crate all night, but…” He trailed off, then reached out to gingerly touch Dominic’s arm.

“What did you decide in your thinking?” Dominic asked. He lifted his hand to rest it on Onyx’s hip, vexed when he realized that the Rayne witch had left his shorts on when he got into bed.

Onyx shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. I guess I decided to… to try.”

Dominic hummed thoughtfully, studying Onyx’s expression and tone. “Very well. Then try.”

He was curious what the Rayne witch would do. Dominic had challenged him to lay claim to his own pleasure, to use him to do so. Would Onyx actually try it, or was he saying that because he saw no other recourse? Dominic would get what he wanted in the end, and they both knew it. The only question was when.

His thumb traced an idle circle on Onyx’s hip.

Onyx let out a shuddering breath, then he leaned in, brushing his lips lightly, tentatively, against Dominic’s as his hand slid down Dominic’s arm.

Dominic hummed his approval when Onyx’s lips brushed against his, and he invited the Rayne witch to deepen the kiss. How far was Onyx willing to take this?

Onyx was trembling as he edged closer to Dominic so his chest was flush against Dominic’s, and he deepened the kiss from something light and chaste to something a little firmer.

Dominic’s fingers flexed on Onyx’s hip, and he moaned softly into the kiss, opening for Onyx to explore his mouth and lightly teasing the younger witch’s tongue. His cock took an interest in the proceedings, starting to fill.

Onyx pressed in closer, and his hand slid around Dominic’s body until he was touching the small of his back. The kiss went deeper still, and he made a quiet, muffled sound against Dominic’s mouth. He was still shaking, but his body was starting to react, too, something Dominic took note of.

Dominic slid his fingertips under the waistband of Onyx’s shorts and underwear, keeping his hand where it was on Onyx’s hip, but seeking out the skin to skin contact as Onyx moved against him.

Onyx pulled back, his eyes somewhat dazed as he stared at Dominic. “Is that what you want from me?” he whispered. “I don’t…”

“You’re still fighting yourself,” Dominic murmured. “You know what feels good, what your body likes. Claim it. Own it.”

Onyx whimpered, then he kissed Dominic again with a little more force, firm and demanding, as he slid his hand up Dominic’s back.

It was against Dominic’s nature to be a receptive and passive lover. His inclination was always to take charge, but if he wanted Onyx to stop fighting himself over every touch of his, then there were allowances that he was willing to make to let Onyx be the aggressor. There were allowances that he wasn’t willing to make, but he didn’t think that those were things that Onyx would be inclined to want, so he wasn’t terribly worried about them.

His hand slid farther under the waistband of Onyx’s shorts and underwear, starting to coax the material off to bare the younger witch for him. It made Onyx’s breath catch, but he shifted so they could come off more easily.

Dominic’s cock was quickly hardening, and he flexed his hips to add some friction and rub against Onyx’s hardening cock. Onyx hesitated for several beats before reaching for the lube in the bedside table. Wordlessly, he squirted some into his hand, slicking their cocks up, then he started to slowly stroke them together.

Dominic groaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of Onyx’s hand around him. Around them. He hadn’t felt Onyx’s touch for a great deal of time, and now he’d had the younger witch’s hand on him twice in as many days. The feeling of Onyx’s cock, hard and slick against his own, was exquisite, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into Onyx’s hand.

Dominic’s fingers flexed on Onyx’s hip, encouraging the younger witch to move more, to seek out his own pleasure as he met Onyx’s desperate kiss and demanded more.

He wanted — he needed — Onyx panting and desperate and holding nothing back.