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“Didn’t think you’d have to ask what?” Dago said, with some amused curiosity.

He had an idea of what Dom was panicking about, but if he really didn’t want that, he shouldn’t have asked for that favor. As far as Dom had informed him, fucking the potion out of him was the only option. Dago was pretty amused and getting teased wouldn’t kill him, so Dago was trying to see how far he could take this game.

“Do I have to make an antidote for you or something? I’m not really any good at potions, but you can walk me through it, right?” Dago asked, trying to act like he didn’t know what was going on.

Dom lowered his head and tried to hide under his green-streaked bangs. He mumbled something that Dago understood, but saying it like that wouldn’t do at all.

“What did you say?” Dago asked.

“I-I said y-you have to make me c-cum,” Dom said, a bit louder, “If you don’t and only you, I’ll be like this until I die.”

Dago was silent for a second, amused, but kept his face neutral. Dom looked up at him hopelessly.

“Please, I’m sorry it came down to this, but I really thought it would work, so please take some pity on me,” Dom nearly begged.