Page 88 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“What about your limits, Alpha? What can’t I do to you?” Jun’s eyes danced devilishly. He wasn’t just asking; he was playing, teasing even.
Damian hauled him up higher and hugged. “What would you want to do to me?”
Jun kissed him quick and firm on the lips. “What if I caught you instead?”
“I could see you doing that one day.”
Jun raised an eyebrow.
“I’m yours,” Damian whispered, dropping the play in his voice. He stroked Jun’s hair. His hand was shaking. How had he not known how afraid he was of this moment?
Jun squeezed Damian with his whole body. “DaSu. Alpha. I need you to get something straight.”
“There’s nothing straight about this.”
Jun rolled his eyes, smiling a bit indulgently all the same. “DaSu, if you’re going to be my hunter, if you’re going to be my dom, I’m not fucking around. I’m not going to keep telling you that you have rights to hunt. I want you to take. That’s my thrill.”
They stared at each other.
Damian swallowed nervously. “There are so many people in my life who have been used, Jun. I have to know you want this every time. I need to know you won’t wake up the next morning and hate me. I won’t…I can’t…be…”
Jun shut him up with a kiss, fierce and hard, his arms gripping Damian’s shoulders. “You didn’t have doubts when you chased me down by the river.”
“I was afraid I was losing you. You needed…” Damian stopped. He didn’t want to remind Jun of how precarious his position had been that night.
“I need you now. I need you always”
Damian studied Jun’s eyes. So fierce. So bright.
“That’s what I want, DaSu. That’s what I understand. Collin has told me about his contract and his relationships. They are good for him, very good. I love watching him with Richard and Émeric. You and I are something different. Something unbound. We’re fucking perfect all the time for everyone else, but here, we’re beasts. You’re the one who taught me to feel, even that first night, when you told me we’d had sex even though you hadn’t been inside me, when you made me sense my own body. You taught me we are not just minds; we are creatures. We have urges, instincts. You made me alive. When you chased me in the woods, when I raged and cried, and you held on, I want that. You’re going to give me that.”
Damian’s heart thudded in his chest. He gripped Jun by his waist. What could he say to all that? He blinked back tears. “I need a sign, wolfling. I need a way to know, without being a mind reader, that you’re in a headspace to accept this part of me. There will be days when you’re not. Times when it’s not mentally or physically safe. Unlike you, I’ve been a submissive for years. No matter how much we love it, we can’t be in a power exchange at all times without communication. And what you’re asking for is just initiation, no lead-up, no warnings.”
Jun bit his lips, eyes unfocused as he thought. His hands kept moving over Damian’s body, his head, his face, keeping the connection between them alive. “Tag me.”
“Tag you?”
“Hunters tag wild animals, right? Or conservationists, to track them. Hunt me, tag me, and then whenever I’m wearing the tag in the future, you’ll know I consent, that it’s safe. If I take it out, it means we have to talk. Like, I won’t take it out in public because I know you won’t fuck me in public if it’s not safe, but if I wake up and I’m sick, I’ll take it out so you know before you try something.”
Damian raised his hand to Jun’s ear. “What about an earring, right here?” he fingered Jun’s lower lobe. There was already a fully healed piercing there, probably from some point in Jun’s career. “Just one side. I can buy you multiple tags so they match your outfits. Only The Residency will know what it means.”
Jun grinned, his body clenching around Damian’s. “Will you choose them yourself?”
“Yes.” They were his tags. No one was buying them for Jun but him. He grabbed Jun and rolled him underneath. “What if I wanted to put another tag somewhere else?”
“Where?”
Damian reached between their bodies and grabbed Jun’s cock through his pants.
Jun’s eyes widened. “There?”
“Yes.” Damian grinned, showing his teeth. “Right here.” He thumbed the tip of Jun’s cock.
Jun’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips pumped up into Damian’s grip. “How would that even work?”
“A ring through your urethra and out the lower side of your shaft.”
“That’s going to fucking hurt.”
