I don’t need a Dom!

Cow-t 10. M4. SAFE.
Parole: 700.
Prompt: I’m on watch here, so close your eyes and get some rest.
Fandom: Originale.
TAG: Subdrop. Mention to past abuse. Mention to toxic Dom/sub relationship.
Noah signed up on a whim. It was a special event for dom and sub but the description said just that it was ‘extreme submission with aftercare provided’. He needed that, he wanted so badly someone to take over control and tend to him afterwards.
Maybe it was too soon after Kevin.
But he had to cut with his past and this was a good occasion as any else.
“Noah?” A man walked in the room, he was older than him, probably around thirty years old, he tall and he had wide shoulders. His hair brown and curly framed two green sparkly eyes. “My name is Ryan, I’m here to have a talk about about the event.”
“There’s no need!” Noah lashed out, he had Kevin telling him what he could and couldn’t do for too long, this time he was going have it his way, “I already gave my approval to anything!”
Ryan smiled, “that’s why I’m here, on one hand, I hardly believe you don’t have hard limits, on the other we have a policy about unaccompanied subs, I will be your dom for the event. It’s standard procedure. I won’t touch you or anything, but I will be nearby if you need to safeword.”
“I don’t need a dom!” He screamed, the silence was so dense it felt suffocating. He started to panic irrationally, lashed at a dom, he was going to be punished.
His knees met the floor with a thud. His head following them until he was prostrating, his hands on the small of his back and his forehead on the floor, warm tears pooling under him.
“I’m sorry.” He curled on himself trying to protect his body, what he was thinking? Walking into a club and pretending to be capable to make decisions.
Something warm, wrapped around him.
“Noah?” A voice far away called his name and slowly his eyes focused on Ryan concerned face.
“Your back?”
“What happened?” His body felt heavy, his knees hurt and he felt exposed. He curled up in the jacket it was on his shoulders, probably Ryan put it there.
“You spaced out, shaking like a leaf and you are crying.” Noah touched his checks surprised, they were wet. Two arms opened in front of him, “do you feel like coming closer? I won’t touch you, but I think you need physical contact.” He liked that voice, it was deep and sounded like it would protect him.
He crawled closer into that wide chest pushing his face against that strong shoulder which looked so comfy, his body was still shaking and the tears wouldn’t stop.
“Hug…” he murmured and hugged he got. It was nothing like Kevin hugs, always too possessive and caging. It felt so good, it wasn’t pushy nor imposing, just comforting.
Ryan held the small scared thing against himself, he felt sick thinking about what made Noah had that reaction. There were people out there which thoughted that being auto-proclaimed doms meant they could be cruel to subs.
After a while, Noah calmed a little.
Ryan took him in the staff room to wrap him in a heavy blanket. It did wonder to the boy which now was sipping a glass of water glancing around.
People came in and go but no one asked him anything. Ryan stood by him, talking in a quiet tone about his cat. Noah had no idea why he was doing so but it was nice, he could feel himself relaxing and he suddenly felt weak. The dom grabbed the glasses before it crashed, he noticed how Noah’s hand was slowly releasing the grip.
He knew this was coming. Noah dropped and now that he felt safe again, his body was releasing the tension all together.
He held him into his arms kissing his hair, his voice low and constant led Noah into a sleepy state of mind. Before he knew it his body went lax and his breath became heavy.
Ryan stroked his back his heart in rage, someone hurt that boy, badly.
Noah was so sweet and needy in his arms that his chest tightened.
“Sleep well, sweet boy.” He said low. “I’m here, I’m not leaving you.”