Page 10 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Deal. Only exceptions are my mentor and my therapist. And they both keep my private life private. We have contracts.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, shrugged, then looked away. “I think I’m gay. I’ve never tried anything sexual with anyone. And I’d like to find out. With you.”
Damian gave himself two full breaths. “Would this be just sex, or are you looking for more?”
“My life doesn’t allow for more. And you’re foreign.”
“So, I’m a safer experiment?”
Jack's eyes wrinkled up at the edges. “Somewhat.” He tilted his head to the side, his bangs sliding over one eye. “And you feel safe. And you’re hot.”
Damian laughed, blushing a little. He’d had quite a few compliments in the last ten years, but none had gotten to him like this. “Thanks?”
“So…do you…are you…interested?” Jack bit his lip.
Damian levered himself off the desk and stepped toward Jack. “I’m interested. I do have sexual partners, but my relationships are open. I insist we use protection, condoms, specifically for anything penetrative. And I’m dominant in bed.” That last part just came out, a complete surprise. He was usually submissive, at least to Richard and Émeric. And other hookups rarely included any sort of power exchange unless he was doing a demo or assisting a top.
“Like BDSM?”
“Yes. Do you know much about that?”
Jack shook his head. “Only what I needed to know for that BDSM-themed music special I did one time. And that song by Rihanna.”
Damian shook his head, but pleasure rumbled in his chest, and he felt his eyes wrinkling up in amusement. “I can teach you much more than that if you want, or we can keep this tame. It’s your first time, after all, Jack.”
“Jun.” He swallowed and lifted his chin. “If we’re going to do this, call me Jun. I don’t know why I gave you such an awkward name.”
“Jun.” Damian raised his hand slowly and thumbed Jun’s bottom lip. “Thank you. Jun suits you better than Jack.”
Jun’s eyes did something complex, a slideshow of emotions, and then settled on wary interest. He nipped without teeth at Damian’s thumb. “So, you’re the experienced one.”
“What we do actually depends on both of us. We both have to be willing. You can change your mind at any time. I like my partners to have safe words, though. For example, if I were tickling you and you yelled stop, you might not actually want me to stop, but I would stop anyway. You might just need me to back off a bit. For clarity, I use green for good to go, keep doing whatever we’re doing, yellow for needing to slow down and check in, and red for stop, we can’t keep going.”
Jun’s eyes were large. His breathing was becoming shallower. “Is sex that intense?”
“It can be.”
“What if I can’t talk?”
“Then tap out anywhere I might hear or feel it.” Damian demonstrated a quick tap like martial artists used on the sparring mats. “I won’t restrain you.”
“What if I wanted you to?”
“I’ll always leave a hand free or your mouth free.”
“What if you get swept up and forget?”
“I won’t.”
Jun narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
Damian regarded him for a long moment. “Let’s shower. Everyone is more comfortable when they’re clean.”
Jun frowned. “I’ll ruin my makeup.”
“The hotel has makeup-remover kits in the bathroom. I wouldn’t mind seeing you without.”
Jun frowned then shrugged. “Fine.” He moved toward the bathroom, his hands going to his shirt.
