Page 43 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Damian swung off Jun and quickly bent forward, pulling Jun over his shoulder, Jun’s head hanging down over his back.
“I think someone wants to see my bed.” Damian smirked at the room.
Émeric and Richard were grinning proudly. Collin was flushed and trapped on Émeric’s lap, his Sir’s hand over his mouth.
A blunt pain sank into Damian’s side.
Damian slapped Jun’s upturned butt. “Next time, I’m gagging you.”
Jun bit again.
Damn it, the boy had teeth!
“Excuse me.” Damian made haste toward his room.
He made it into his room without hitting Jun’s head on the wall, mostly because Jun had refrained from struggling. He threw Jun down on the bed on his back. The soft mattress enveloped Jun’s bound form like a second set of bondage wraps. Jun wiggled. Damian leaned forward, trapping Jun’s legs from the knees down against the side of the bed.
He grabbed Jun’s black boxer briefs, peeling them down Jun’s thighs. Jun’s hard length slapped against his stomach as Damian freed it.
It was too tempting.
Damian bent over Jun’s thigh and sucked where Jun’s cock met his balls.
Jun shrieked, thrusting up and side to side. “DaSu.”
Damian bit at the skin of Jun’s ball sac with lip-covered teeth until he teased the balls forward. He sucked them into his mouth, one and then the other and then both at the same time. Jun thrashed, animal sounds spilling from his throat, his back arched.
He wrapped his arms around Jun’s thighs, keeping him in place, and mouthed his way down both of Jun’s thighs, working the briefs down as he went. He had to use his arm to pin Jun down as he pulled them off Jun’s legs. The cloth fell to the floor somewhere. He didn’t know where.
“I’m getting lube. Stay.”
Jun groaned. He said something in Chinese Damian couldn’t decipher. Damian hurried to his drawers, finding lube, a medium-size black dildo, and leather cuffs, just in case.
He turned back. Jun watched him, biting his lips.
Damian squirted lube onto the fingers of his right hand and grabbed Jun’s legs under his knees, bending them up toward his chest. He smeared lube over Jun’s hole and shoved one finger inside.
Jun cried out, body jerking and flexing. He was strong, his back coming up off the bed. Damian followed Jun’s thrashing, his finger never leaving Jun’s ass. Jun gasped for air, stopping his struggle for a moment. Damian swirled his fingers around, getting deeper into his boy.
Jun was without language. His head thrashed back and forth on the bed, and his body moved by instinct. Damian sucked on the skin of Jun’s lower leg, tasting and marking him, waiting for Jun’s hole to give way.
Jun relaxed for just a moment, sucking in more air. Damian pulled out and pushed back in, using two fingers instead of one.
Jun groaned, shuddering. Damian moved slowly. Jun wasn’t quite ready. He pulled back out, reaching for more lube. What he wouldn’t give for syringes of the stuff so he didn’t have to work it in the slow way. Something to prepare for later.
He managed to get two fingers past the ring of Jun’s ass and inside of him. Jun shuddered and writhed. Damian stabbed his fingers deeper.
Jun whimpered. His legs relaxed, and his head tilted back, showing his throat. The muscles of his ass loosened, letting Damian to sink deeper until he was up to knuckles inside his boy. He swirled them around, working Jun open. Jun’s head moved back and forth, but he wasn’t fighting back anymore; if anything, he was trying to drive himself back into Damian’s hand.
“Hush, boy. I have you.”
Jun keened, a wordless plea if Damian had ever heard one.
“You’re still too tight, boy.”
Jun pumped his hips as much as he probably could on the soft mattress. Damian pulled his fingers out, reaching for more lube. They probably didn’t need it, but too much lube never hurt, except for laundry. Their laundry service was certainly up to the task.
His hand made squelching sounds as he carefully maneuvered three fingers into Jun’s hole. “Still, boy. Struggle all you want later, but I’m not going to hurt you.”
