Page 25 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
“DaSu, singing tonight, it was different.”
“How so?”
“Like there was a burning under my skin. I felt like I was on fire. I wanted them all to hear me. I wanted them to know.”
Damian ghosted a kiss against Jun’s throat. “That’s rage.”
“Rage,” Jun whispered, his fingers drawing patterns over Damian’s back and up his neck. He kissed Damian’s collarbone. “No one ever said rage would make me feel this alive.”
“If it’s true, if it burns clean. If you can tame it, then you can ride it, turn it into something. But if you deny it, if you bottle it up, it will turn on you, burn you down inside.”
“Who taught you about rage?”
“My most recent lesson or my first?”
“Most recent.”
“You, falling in love with you.”
Jun stroked Damian’s face. “And who taught you the first lesson?”
“My father.”
“Something we share.” Jun rolled so that Damian was under him. He rose to a seated position above Damian, straddling his hips. “They don’t define us.”
“Only haunt us.” Damian brought Jun’s fingers to his mouth, kissing them. “And we’re stronger than ghosts.”
Jun’s eyes smoldered. “DaSu?”
“Yes?”
“I want you.”
Damian ran his hand lightly over Jun’s bruised flesh. “I can only offer you gentleness.”
Jun rolled his hips, dragging the hot center of his body over Damian’s hardness. His head fell back, and his back rolled as he undulated, taking pleasure from Damian’s body.
“I’ll take your gentleness.” He put a hand on Damian’s chest and leaned forward, like a cat crouching on its prey. “For tonight.”
A thrill pressed through Damian. His boy wanted to play.
He gripped Jun’s ass, digging his fingers into the tight glutes, massaging them until Jun’s eyes fluttered and his breath caught. He pressed down, rolling Jun’s groin against his own. Jun’s head fell forward.
Damian raised his head to whisper into Jun’s ear. “I’ll be gentle—tonight.”
Jun squirmed against Damian, rubbing their cocks together through their underwear. “DaSu.”
“Do you want me to chase you again?”
“Yes.”
“Will you run?”
“Only if you’ll catch me.”
“I’ll always catch you.” Damian surged up from the bed, wrapping his arms around Jun. He came upright, Jun cradled in his lap. Damian’s cock pressed into the crease of Jun’s ass. His boy wrapped his legs around Damian’s waist, his arms around Damian’s neck. Damian pressed his face into the side of Jun’s neck, breathing in his person.
Jun. Jun was his.
