Page 44 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun stilled. His eyes fluttered. He looked almost like he was in subspace. Was it subspace or primal space? Was there a difference?
Jun’s ass pulsed around Damian’s fingers. Millimeter by millimeter, Damian eased back inside.
“Good boy. There you are. Gotcha, pup.”
“Not pup. Wolfling,” Jun whispered. His lips slurred around the syllables.
Damian kissed Jun’s knee. “Wolfling.”
Jun cried out as Damian dragged the pad of one finger over his prostate.
“Almost there.”
Jun pumped his hips, urging him onward.
Damian pulled his fingers out, reaching for lube for himself. Forget the toys. The hand that held Jun’s legs up was steady, but the hand on himself was shaking.
He pressed kisses to Jun’s knees and pushed them together and up against Jun’s chest. The bed was the perfect height. He leaned against the side of the mattress and dragged Jun to the edge, sinking into him in one slow motion.
Jun relaxed, a satisfied sigh leaving his mouth. “DaSu.”
“Jun.” Damian bent over him, kissing him wherever he could reach.
He wasn’t going to last long. He wrapped his hands around Jun’s cock.
“Don’t come.”
Jun shook his head. The bed was too soft for him to be able to raise his head and look back, especially with his arms pinned behind his back. Damian teased Jun while driving in and out of his ass until he felt his wolfling’s length start to twitch. He clamped down, holding off Jun’s orgasm and focusing on chasing his own.
It caught him by surprise. He fell with his forehead against Jun’s heaving stomach, the force of his own pleasure blacking out his vision. It took a moment for the strength of it to wash through him. Then he was up again, easing back, getting his mouth on Jun’s cock. His own length slid out of Jun with the movement. He replaced it with his fingers, finding and pressing on Jun’s prostate.
Jun came with a soft cry, spilling bitter cum down Damian’s throat. It could have been ambrosia for the way Damian swallowed it.
He eased back, letting Jun’s sensitive length lay against his hip. He pressed a soft kiss to the crease of Jun’s thigh. “Mine.”
“Yours,” Jun whispered hoarsely.
Jun
Jun was entirely limp. Damian eventually turned him over and untied the ropes holding Jun’s arms behind his back. His hands worked over Jun’s shoulders and down his limbs to his wrists.
“Wiggle your fingers.”
Jun groaned. He picked up each arm and waggled his fingers in Damian’s general direction.
Damian nipped at them, sucking one of them into his mouth.
Guh. This man shouldn’t be this attractive after they’d both come and at the end of a long day on top of that.
Jun hooked his finger inside Damian’s jaw and tugged.
“What?” Damian said around Jun’s fingers.
“Cuddle.”
Damian lay down on his back. Jun wormed his way through the covers and the mattress into Damian’s side. He dropped his head on Damian’s shoulder.
“Comfortable?” Damian asked.
