Page 27 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
He was hard. Beautifully hard. The pink end of his cock lay against his heaving belly. Damian rose on his knees so that he could lean forward and kiss it. He squeezed harder just at the same time.
Jun cried out, his hips rising from the bed.
Damian loosened his hold slowly, mere ounces of pressure at a time, until he lifted his hand free and gripped Jun’s hips, lifting Jun’s groin from the bed and bringing Jun’s balls up to his mouth like a treat for a starving man.
He licked Jun from flat, tender taint to the end of his pink cock.
Jun dissolved into inarticulate whimpers and cries. It sounded as good as his stadium songs. Damian needed more. He went back, painting Jun’s poor, abused balls with his tongue, parting them, and pushing them from side to side in their sack, licking up between them, and sucking one, then the other into his mouth. Jun had a taste all of his own; Damian wanted to bathe in it. He sucked both of Jun’s balls into his mouth at once.
Jun screamed. His legs kicked. Damian caught them, bending them double, and locked them in place with his arms, still holding Jun’s groin up to his mouth. He raised his eyes to look down Jun’s belly and chest to his face.
His boy was flushed with tears and wet with sweat.
“Mine.” Damian bit the inside of Jun’s thigh.
Jun screamed and came, painting his own face in cum.
Damian lowered Jun’s ass to his lap, still holding Jun’s legs bent double and spread.
Jun’s belly undulated. He tossed his head side to side slowly, his eyelids fluttering, catching his breath.
“Yours.” It was a whisper, a syllable on a gust of air. And yet it might as well have been a bell in the silent room.
Damian kissed Jun’s knee.
Jun raised his hand toward his face.
“Leave it.”
Jun paused, blinking up in confusion.
Damian stroked Jun’s skin. “Are you well?”
“Yes. I’m good. I wanted you, inside, but…”
“I’m far from finished, pet. If you’re well.”
“I’m…I feel…limp.”
“Limp is how I want you.”
Damian reached out, dragging his fingers through the cum on Jun’s face. His fingers slipped over Jun’s lips. His boy’s tongue came out, tasting his fingers. Damian smeared the cum on Jun’s mouth. Jun opened, letting Damian inside. He rubbed the pads of his fingers against Jun’s tongue and slid them deep into Jun’s mouth until he was nearly in his throat. Jun opened his jaw wider, swallowing Damian’s fingers down with the cum.
“Good boy.”
Jun’s entire body flexed. Damian dragged his fingers out of Jun’s mouth and gathered more cum from his face and chest. He brought his cum-covered fingers to Jun’s hole. Eyes locked with Jun’s, he smeared cum and saliva over Jun’s rim.
Jun gasped and held his breath, his wide eyes on Damian’s face.
Damian dragged one finger in a circle. Jun’s hole flexed, trying to open and reflexively closing. He caught the timing.
“Breathe, pet.”
Damian pressed in, one finger sinking into Jun’s body.
They both stilled, eyes on each other. Damian circled his finger inside Jun. He let go of Jun’s leg slowly and reached for the lube. He pulled his finger loose and cupped his hand, pouring the slick into his palm, then pushed his finger back inside, in and out, forcing more lube into Jun’s body.
Jun whimpered. His head fell back on the mattress, his eyes closing.
