Page 89 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“Yes, at first. But later, so many possibilities. I could catch you and chain you by your dick to the floor until you were tame. I could leash you because you’re wild.”
Jun whimpered. “You really want this.”
“Now that I’ve thought of it, yes. Something secret that the rest of the world doesn’t see.” Damian nibbled on Jun’s neck.
Jun squirmed, his hips grinding against Damian as if he were both seeking pleasure and trying to get away, but his hands were gripping Damian’s ass. “You have to earn it.”
“How?” Damian used his teeth on Jun’s shoulder.
“Open the dungeon under the church and have the first concert in the sanctuary. Show me that, and then you can take me up to the Estate and chase me. If you catch me, then you can tag my dick. You can strip me down and pierce whatever you want right there in the woods.”
Damn it, his wolfling had the best imagination. “I’ll have to figure out how to do that safely, talk to some people. Do I have to wait that long to tag your ear?”
“No. You just have to chase me first either in here or at the church.” Jun smirked. “I’ll give you permission to chase me. I’m not going to just let you tag me.”
Damian groaned. “You’re more than I hoped for, wolfling.”
Jun laughed. “You’re more than I dared imagine. Fuck, I just told you that you could put a hole in my dick.”
Damian laughed. “I’m not letting you take it back.”
Jun growled, then groaned, and shivered. He grabbed Damian hard. “I hope you catch me, and I hope you’re ready for just how mad I’m going to be about it. There’s no way I’m not fighting you.”
Damian squeezed him hard. “I’ll catch you. Fight as much as you like.”
They stayed wrapped in each for a while longer.
“We have to finish the rest of it,” Damian whispered.
Jun groaned and sat up. “All right. You left a lot of questions.”
By the time they went to bed, the contracts were finished, signed, and copies sent away for storage. Damian held Jun in bed, luxuriating in having his own contracted partner. Jun had contracts not just with him but with The Residency at large, explicit consent being given on all sides. Jun had blushed fiercely, but volunteered, on his own, that he was green, very green, with sexual contact with Richard, Émeric, and Collin, including bottoming for Richard and Émeric, both in the kink sense and in the sexual sense. Then he’d turned it around and practically dared Richard and Émeric to consent as well.
“No one tops me but Émeric.” Richard had smiled.
Jun’s eyes flashed. “Not that! I mean, do you consent to topping me. I don’t…like, really, no I don’t want to top either of you.”
“I consent.” Émeric smirked. “Where’s the pen?”
Jun had needed a moment to recover his composure. Collin and Richard had also given their consent.
A bit of the unease that had been in Damian’s gut since the first night he’d brought Jun back settled. He’d dragged Jun into so much, and his man was still with him. As fierce as ever.
Jun
Jun opened his eyes to a dimly lit bedroom. Not a hotel. Visions of the nightmare that had woken him were still more vivid than the waking world. He rubbed his face. The texture of the bed under his body told him they were back at The Residency. May, Anna and Cedric, and Damian and Jun had been taking turns at the hotel for the last week. Half the time he woke up, he wasn’t sure where he was.
Screams rang in his ears. He kissed Damian on the shoulder, careful not to truly wake him, and rolled off the edge off the mattress. Sufficient practice had given him skills. That and getting Damian to let him sleep on the edge. Not that his Alpha liked leaving him near the door, but inside The Residency, it was sufficiently safe that Damian could let down his guard enough to be able to rest even with Jun in front of him.
They did have literal bodyguards staying awake all night outside The Residency door.
Jun pulled on his blue bathrobe and collected his writing materials and laptop from Damian’s desk. In the kitchen, he made tea. Carrying everything, he went down the hall to the lounge. The door was shut, and Damian was forbidden from entering. Each evening, while Damian and Émeric handled dinner and anything else that was needed, Collin, Richard, and Jun were in there working. Jun could feel each and every muscle it seemed these days.
Mornings and afternoons, he was working on the Parsonage with all or most of 5N, Armada, and the contractors. It was coming together. The heating system was almost in working order, and the kitchen and downstairs bathroom now had updated electrical. The main wall between the library and living room had come down to make a rehearsal space. The old front office would be turned into a communal lounge in the future. For now, the focus was getting the place in enough working order that Yohei and Armada could move in. No one wanted Armada living there alone with a baby. Yohei had volunteered to rough it a little, just to have someone there with her immediately.
Jun found a place to sit on the floor among the piles of materials in the lounge. He pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging himself and looking around. It was strange to be in so many places that were unfinished, their guts and inner workings on display. Most people only saw spaces that were buttoned up, their systems invisible behind walls and utility closets.
Sipping his tea, he studied the future studio. In his head, it was still the lounge. Parts of it would stay, like the two couches and chairs. There wasn’t room for them anywhere else, and there was still space for a sitting area. Richard had installed a curtain system that could be pulled across the room. It cut the space in half so that one could enter from the hall and only see the sitting area and the wide expanse of windows when the curtains were closed. When they were open, the bed, cave, and closets would be visible. Jun’s desk was planned for a corner of the sitting area while Damian’s would be back behind the curtain, meaning they could both be alone and work. There were new walls going up around Jun’s workspace, and the closets would act like a hallway to the bathroom door.
