Page 62 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
“Spread your legs as far as you can.”
Jun obeyed. It wasn’t far, not with Damian kneeling on either side of him, but it was a little, and with Damian’s next thrust, cock, so much beautiful, thick cock, slid inside of him, pinning him to the floor and lighting up all the nerves and senses in his body. It was scary being forced open and thrilling to be close. Even though they’d done this before, it still was overwhelming and fresh. He needed to learn how to breathe all over again, but his breath was short and shallow with his head pulled back.
“Beautiful. So beautiful. All the muscles in your back are rippling for me.” Damian stroked Jun’s arched spine. Slowly, he lowered Jun’s head to the floor, letting him breathe.
Jun blinked away white spots. His vision cleared, and he gulped for air. Damian moved inside him, in and out, steady and firm.
Limp and submissive, Jun lay on the floor, taking it. He was floating on the sensations, on the heat, the subtle burn, the sound of squelching lube, the weight of all of Damian’s strong body over his.
“Good boy.” Damian stroked the side of Jun’s face, over his neck, down his arms. “This is what you needed.”
Jun nodded, trying to make words but only making needy sounds.
“You don’t have to speak, boy. Just take.”
Damian sped up his thrusts. Pressure and pleasure built in waves through Jun’s body. He squeezed Damian’s hand, trying to express gratitude, tried to press back, but every slam of Damian’s hips into his ass pushed him back down. His dick was going to be sore from carpet burn.
One moment he was just trying to breathe through the rolling pressure, and the next moment, his vision was white and sparkly and he was screaming through his teeth against Damian’s hand, his cock jerking cum into the rug. Damian’s thrusts sped up, dragging electricity over the nerves inside his hole, and then he was so much wetter inside, more squelchy, and Damian was barely moving, a heavy, heaving blanket draped over his shoulder.
“We should stay like this forever,” Jun murmured when speech was eventually possible.
Damian chuckled, the waves of his amusement rolling through his abs and into Jun’s back. “But we can’t. We have to eat and do things.”
“Not yet, please.” He tangled his fingers in Damian’s hand. Richard was right; Damian was his wolf, his Alpha. And it felt so damn comforting. So good. Pure good, not conditional good, not almost good, not nice, but actually good. Good good.
He was so fucked out he was losing his words.
Damian nuzzled his head. Jun wiggled back. In time, Damian eased up on his hands and knees, dragging his soft cock out of Jun’s ass. He stroked Jun’s back, his rear, and down to the top of his thighs.
“How did I get so lucky?” Damian sounded like he was in awe.
Jun blushed, hiding his face in his arm. “You were patient, you came for me, you fought for me. I don’t think that’s luck.”
Damian laughed softly. He pressed kisses to the small of Jun’s back. “Let’s get you cleaned and fed. I have to get into the office and find out what happened in Seoul while we were asleep.”
From somewhere under the sheets of paper, Jun’s phone went off. Damian snagged it for him.
It was a text from Mi Hi. It was sent to both Damian and Jun as well as the other four band members.
Below that was pasted an unsigned message: Jun can come back to the fold, or we can destroy him. His fans might forgive him for being half Chinese, but they won’t forgive him for being a murderer. Better plead insanity. Be on a plane home within twenty-four hours or face murder charges.
Rage burned through Jun’s euphoria. “I’m not a murderer.” He could feel his own blood on his hands. The silk of the clothes that they’d forced him to wear. The smell of the soju on the floor. He was there, again, cold and furious and afraid, looking at the bodies in front of him, holding a hand to his injured belly, face throbbing. He’d fought, but they were still coming for him.
Hands clasped his face. He smelled Damian’s aftershave, spicy and herbal.
“I’m not a murderer.”
“If I was scared of killers, I wouldn’t be close to Richard, or Collin, or Alice. Remember what I was arrested for?”
Jun laughed, a raw, terrible sound. “We shouldn’t have to fight like this.”
“No. We shouldn’t have. But we’re all free today. And you’re going to stay free.”
Jun’s eyes burned. “I’m going to destroy them, Alpha. I’m going to burn them to the ground. I don’t know how, but I know you do.” He wrapped his hands around Damian’s hand and gripped it. “Tell me what to do.”
Episode 7
Damian
