Page 97 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“Yes, Master.”
Richard soothed his hand over Collin’s ass. “You will be with either Émeric or I for the next week.”
“Yes, Sir.” Tears glittered in Collin’s eyes.
Jun balled his hands up in fists. He both wanted those tears to fall and paint the other man’s cheeks with emotion and wanted to dry them and promise Collin that he would never cry again.
“Three more, precious boy,” Richard said softly. “You’re being so good.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Richard delivered the last three smacks one after the other. Collin gasped after each one, his ass muscles clenching and twitching. Jun tensed his legs in sympathy. Alone, the spanking was nothing, but the welts changed everything.
Richard helped Collin sit up and pulled his pants up over his ass, but he didn’t re-zip them. He kissed Collin gently and stroked his neck, then raised his head and nodded, motioning Jun to come over.
Jun knelt on the floor in front of them.
“One of the first things you should know,” Richard instructed, attention still on his boy, “is to not ask Collin if he is all right. Asking that question implies that you want or need him to be all right, but the entire point of this exercise is to put him in a space where he is not in control, where he is not in the conventional state of all right. We all know he is in some amount of pain. If I have fulfilled my role, he is needy and wanting right now.”
Jun fisted his hands on his thighs. “What is kind to say, then, sir?”
“You can see if he wants to be touched. You can give him space, but make yourself open and available. You can reassure him without demanding anything, including his composure. You can praise him.”
“Your ass looks beautiful,” Jun whispered, his own cheeks burning a little.
Collin bit his lip and half smiled. “I’m not falling for that.”
“What? I meant it!”
Collin giggled and shook his head, hiding against Richard.
Jun looked up at Richard, panic grabbing him by the stomach. “What did I do?”
Richard chuckled, rubbing Collin’s back. “You complimented him again. That’s how he ended up here, isn’t it?”
Jun groaned and slapped his hand over his face. “You said I could praise him!”
“Yes, as much as Collin is a sponge for praise, it’s a fraught venture for his beautiful ass.” Richard groped his boy.
Collin groaned and nipped at Richard’s shirtsleeve.
Jun laughed a little nervously. He could see the humor in that. He reached out, touching the back of Collin’s hand with the tips of his fingers. Collin grabbed them with his whole hand. “Don’t say anything, and I don’t think you’ll get in trouble. You’re beautiful. You’re brilliant. Anyone who thinks otherwise is poorly informed or an imbecile.”
“There you go with those esoteric words,” Collin whimpered.
Jun laughed. “Stupid. How’s that? Better?”
“No, I like your expensive words.” Collin flashed Jun a grin. His eyes were still wet, but the slump of his shoulders was peaceful. “You’re like Émeric.”
Jun breathed through his nose, fingertips pressed to his forehead. He didn’t dare rub his eyes or else his makeup would have to be retouched. 5N was all on set. Filming inside the Parsonage was already done. They were using both the Church and the Parsonage for this video. Jaewoong and Su-jin had mixed their vocals in with the instrumental tracks. Hearing it all together in his headphones was devastating in both good and bad ways—even now after he’d had a few days to get used to hearing his lyrics. That had been a hard two days, getting the vocal tracks recorded in a sound studio downtown. He hadn’t counted on how fraught it would be to actually sing the lyrics out loud or hear the others sing them. Someday, soon, if they were successful, he would have to sing these words live in front of an audience.
Su-jin had surprised him most during recording. He hadn’t expected their maknae to match him for energy, his own rage shining through. They were all changing, shaking things off. Jaewoong had cut loose in a way he never had before. “I wish I was playing these drums,” he had said once, his arms moving in time with the drum track.
Geun had grinned. They’d gotten an absolutely unhinged drummer, a no-namer Jaewoong had found playing in a bar for a band that was otherwise of limited talent and discipline. He’d shown up under the influence, but had ripped out an excellent drum line. And then disappeared. It was up in the air if they would use him for another recording.
They’d sent the finished track to Gigi and taken concept photos, tested light, and prepped the spaces they were thinking to use in the music video. Gigi had gone over the track and sent them back a video from her hotel gym of some of the choreo she thought would work. Now they were about to do the dirtiest, fastest taping of a music video he’d seen in the industry.
They’d stuck to the work clothes and rough theme. It went with the track. The title was “Raw” and Gigi was suggesting a lot of shirtless and open-shirt shots. It wasn’t something he would have considered when working under BBB3. Yohei and Geun were down for it. Jaewoong and Mi Hi were voting for two versions, one covered and one with much less cover.
