Page 30 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Damian grinned. Jun was perfection.
“Beautiful prey.” He kissed Jun in benediction.
It was time to be inside his prey. He’d waited, he’d chased, he’d fought, and he’d rescued. Jun was his by request, by rights, and by surrender.
He yanked off his underwear and added more lube. Jun’s hole was already dripping with it, but he wanted no dragging or burning. Thank goodness they’d had the condom conversation on the way home from the restaurant. Online medical documentation was awesome. Damian crouched over Jun. Would this hurt his boy, to be fucked on his back, his organs pressed up toward the bruising?
He’d have to be careful, watching Jun for any sign of real pain, and once this was done, he could change their positions.
He grabbed his cock and pressed against Jun’s hole.
Jun felt the difference. His eyes fluttered open, and his fingers reached for Damian. Damian grabbed his hand. He pressed in, inch by inch, taking his time.
Jun panted, his body working with Damian’s, his hole fluttering and pulsing, struggling to take Damian’s thickness, but taking it nonetheless.
“Good boy.” Damian stroked Jun’s face. His beautiful person was crying, crystalline drops soaking his face. He’d worry, but this was Jun’s happy crying. He was smiling and stroking Damian everywhere he could touch.
Damian settled his groin against Jun’s ass. “There. I have you.” He rolled his hips slowly, letting Jun experience him completely inside.
Jun closed his eyes, arching his spine and clenching around Damian. “Feel you.”
“I feel you.” Damian drew in and out, just a little, enough to give Jun the sense of a soft fuck.
Jun sighed, his body loosening around Damian’s cock, accepting him. He flexed, gripping Damian experimentally.
“Please tell me you know what this feels like because I want to say you feel huge, but I’m not trying to stroke your ego or I don’t know…” Jun trailed off.
Damian gripped Jun’s hand and squeezed. “Richard has taken me often enough I do know what it feels like.”
Jun laughed. “Thank heavens.”
Damian stifled a laugh against Jun’s shoulder. “Now you’re glad that Richard has fucked me.”
“Gods, yes. Imagine if you didn’t know what you were doing.”
Damian couldn’t help it. He laughed out loud. Jun laughed. It was good, Jun shaking with mirth while speared on his cock.
“You should tell Richard.”
Jun groaned. “I’ve already made myself a fool in front of him.”
“I’m sure you’ll do it again.”
Jun slapped him without heat. Damian grinned. He thrust into Jun again, wiping the scowl off Jun’s face and making his mouth go slack.
For several minutes, that was all they did, Damian slowly moving in and out of Jun’s body, cradling Jun between his arms. He loved it, but eventually Jun needed to be off his back. Holding Jun against him, Damian eased back, lowering himself down onto his shoulders until he had Jun sitting astride him, still impaled.
“Ride me.”
Jun glared down, holding himself up with his hands on Damian’s chest. He moved a little, struggling for purchase.
“This bed is too soft.”
Damian pointed above his head. Jun craned his neck around and looked up. There, tucked up against the ceiling, was an anchor point and a rope, heavy knots in it for hand holds.
“Why do you even have that?”
Damian blushed. “Richard.”
