Page 61 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Jun yelped. Shit, that was cold!
Damian’s fingers sliding through the lube and over his opening warmed him up quickly. Jun wiggled. If only he could lift his ass and push back against Damian’s fingers; but between the weight on his legs and the arm on his back, he couldn’t lift his hips unless he was willing to start flailing around among his papers. Fuck, whimpering it was then. His ass cheeks flexed and twitched, trying to tempt Damian to get on with it.
“Please.”
“What are you supposed to call me?”
“Damn it! Alpha, please, hurry up.”
Damian slowed down his hand, just barely circling Jun’s hole. Everything was slick and sensitive, and he didn’t even care anymore that Damian was staring at him.
“Please.”
“How do you ask?” Damian’s finger went even slower. His voice had dropped an octave.
Jun shivered. He dropped his head to the rug. “Please, Alpha, get on with it and fuck me. I need it.”
Damian hummed noncommittally, but his finger dipped inside Jun’s hole, then pressed in deeper, still obnoxiously slow. “You’re so tight, boy. You haven’t been caught very many times yet. You need to be trained to take your alpha’s cock.”
Jun snapped his teeth, pushing back against Damian’s hold. “I’m not that tight. You’re torturing me.”
“You sure, boy?” Damian pressed two fingers into him suddenly.
Gah! Jun went limp on the floor, fingers uncurled. It burned. Fuck, maybe Damian was right. He whimpered.
Damian went back to just one finger, soothing the burn, rotating his digit slowly inside Jun’s body, steady, sustained pressure against the ring of muscle holding Jun closed.
“If you’re going to be this desperate, maybe we need to do some sustained training so you can take cock quickly. Perhaps a plug.”
Jun growled. He was not going to walk around with a plug in his ass. He barely knew what one was, but it didn’t sound like a good idea for dancing and exercising.
“Or, if plugs don’t work, I could just put you on a fucking machine for thirty minutes each night.” Damian eased his second finger back inside Jun’s ass. It didn’t burn like before. But it did make him feel full.
Jun whined. The idea of being trained to take cock made him hot inside and triggered an instinctual urge to fight. But if Damian wanted to overpower him and train him, he wasn’t going to complain. Well, actually, he would, loudly and with cuss words, but it didn’t mean he wanted Damian to give up on the idea. Thank fuck for safe words. Resisting was a goddamn aphrodisiac.
Jun struggled a little, just to feel Damian push him back down.
“One more finger, boy, and then you can have cock.”
“So much talk,” Jun growled.
“Tap out if you need to safe word, boy.” Damian moved, pressing a hand down on Jun’s face and shoving four fingers in his mouth, effectively gagging him. His legs held down Jun’s back and upper thighs, and his fingers kept working in and out of Jun’s ass.
Sweet, merciful heavens, this was better than ice cream. So much pressure, so much solid control. Jun whimpered, his eyes rolling back in his head. Why did not being able to complain or snap back feel so good? He rolled his ass as much as he could, working with Damian’s fingers, begging with his body. He sucked on Damian’s hand in his mouth, relishing the way all four digits forced his jaw apart.
Damian sank three fingers into Jun’s hole. It ached a little. Jun arched his back into them, willing himself to relax and open. They sank deeper, and suddenly, there was a stroke, a caress against the bundle of nerves inside of him, and his body lit up. He couldn’t help the shaking and pushing, trying to get that feeling again. Damian obliged, pressing the pad of one finger down just there on that spot. Incoherent sounds funneled out of Jun’s throat and past Damian’s fingers, filling the room with an indecent soundtrack.
If this was what training his hole for cock was like, Damian could do it every day. Maybe twice.
“You’re ready.” Damian pressed a kiss to Jun’s shoulder. He moved his legs, the pressure on Jun’s back momentarily gone. Damian stood, his feet on either side of Jun’s thighs, holding him in place. There was noise of more lube spurting out, then Damian crouched down, kneeling. He pried Jun’s cheeks apart and pressed his cock against Jun’s hole.
Jun buried his fingers in the rug. Gods, he wanted this so bad.
Damian pushed forward with his hips. His cock crested Jun’s outer ring, forcing him open. Jun breathed through it, reaching for Damian’s hand on the carpet.
“Please, Alpha.”
Damian kissed his shoulder again and then grabbed the hair on the back of Jun’s head, pulling him up and forcing him to arch his back.
