Page 13 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
Damian cupped water in his hands and poured it over Jun’s chest. It was warm now, instead of boiling; he’d add more water in a few minutes if they needed it.
Bit by bit, Jun relaxed. Damian adjusted how he was holding him until, eventually, Jun was half lying with his head on Damian’s shoulder and his arms loose in the water.
“This feels good,” he murmured. For the first time all night, he sounded drunk.
“Baths are supposed to. When’s the last time you took one?”
“Like…four years ago? Yeah, four years ago. Before I did my military service.”
“What was that like?”
Jun shrugged. “It was? It just was. Everyone does it. Lots of marching. Lots of waiting. Lots of noise sometimes.”
“Don’t most dancers put military service off until they're older?”
Jun shrugged. “Yes? But there were other things going on. We got it out of the way.”
“Hmm.” Damian kept pouring water over Jun’s chest and shoulders. Watching the rivulets run down Jun’s skin and back into the tub was a pleasure. One he needed to experience more directly. He traced the path of the water over Jun’s chest with his finger. Jun arched up into his touch. The movement brought his light plum-hewed nipple out of the water. Damian ghosted his thumb over it. Jun gasped and arched again. Damian repeated it with more pressure.
“Why does that feel good?”
“You’re sensitive.” Damian found Jun’s other nipple and squeezed it gently.
Jun whimpered. He pushed his chest against Damian’s hands, begging without words. There was nothing in that moment Damian wanted to do more than to answer that plea. He rolled Jun’s nubs in his fingers, flicked them gently, rubbed them, then pinched them again.
Jun’s legs twitched under the water. By the time Damian had worked his way up to pinching and holding, Jun’s head was tossing back and forth on Damian’s shoulders and his heels were sliding up and down the bottom of the tub, unable to find purchase.
Damian kept playing with Jun’s chest with one hand but glided his other hand down Jun’s stomach. “Can I go lower?”
“What? Uh, yes? I mean, yes.” Jun groaned. His hips arched.
Damian rubbed Jun’s belly, bringing him back down, just enough that he could catch his breath, soothing him from throat to navel. Then, when Jun was lax and floating in the water again, he slid his hand down between Jun’s legs and gently cupped him.
A pleased sigh slipped from between Jun’s lips.
“We still good?” Damian whispered.
“Hai. Dui. I mean, yes. Good. We’re good.”
“None of that was Korean.”
“Told you I speak four languages.” Jun rolled his hips, pressing up into Damian’s hand.
“Just relax. Let me.”
“Is this what you mean by saying you like being dominant?”
“Hmm…partially. But this is your first time. I want you to feel it. How do you jerk off?”
“Hard, fast, and hoping no one notices how long I’ve been in the shower. And that’s only if I’m sure there’s no cameras.”
Damian filed that piece of information away for later. Whatever life Jun had, it didn’t seem to be an enviable one.
“Let’s try something different, then.” Damian applied a bit more pressure, massaging Jun’s cock in his hand and working his way down from root to head, then tapping and gently working Jun’s tip out of his foreskin.
Next to his ear, Jun groaned. With his free hand, Damian kept up the petting. He worked slowly, kissing the top of Jun’s head now and then, moving only to lean forward and add hot water after a while. Jun seemed content to just let Damian play with him.
As much as Jun had made it clear he wanted sex, he seemed too tired for it.
