Page 77 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Jun moaned and rocked his hips forward. He was completely distracted when Damian pinched the back of his balls.
He screamed and let go. Damian half caught him, half threw him on the bed. Jun hissed, twisted, and lashed out with his elbows. He was wild. Damian grinned, climbing fully into the bed after him.
They rolled back and forth across the mattress, avoiding the edge by mutual agreement. Damian’s elbow hit Jun’s stomach once, a glancing swipe. Damian paused. “You okay, your stomach?”
Jun panted and nodded.
“Words, Jun.”
“I’m okay. Let’s not do that again, but okay.”
“Let me see. You might be a pain slut, not sure if I should trust you.”
Jun laughed, letting go and rolling onto his back so Damian could check his bruises. “Just because I want you to spank me?”
“Because you said it felt good.”
“Hm.” Jun closed his eyes, letting Damian run his hands up and down his stomach. “This feels good too.”
Damian kissed his hip bones and the softness just below his belly button. “I still owe you for that bite.”
“Hm.” Jun smirked. “Are you done playing doctor?”
“For now. You’re getting cream in your butt before we sleep.”
Jun grunted, rolling over. The moment had passed, but he was still excited. His cock had been hard, and he didn’t look like he wanted the moment to be over. “When can we play for real?”
“Primal play? Chasing? You as prey?”
Jun nodded, eyes wanting. He looked adorable, hair tousled, feet in the air, kicking slowly, his arms around a pile of covers holding up his chin.
“One more week. For your abdomen’s sake. Then we can play for real. There are barns and fields here. We can run outside and use the heated spaces in the barn, if necessary, since everyone else is also here.”
Jun purred. “I want it.”
“We need to go over limits.”
“How do you do that?”
“I have a list that helps me remember everything, and then we both write down on our own list what we want, what we won’t do, and things we can explore carefully.”
Jun smirked. “I want spankings.”
Damian crawled up the bed and wrapped him in a sideways cuddle hold. “What’s this newfound fascination with spankings?”
“Because you spanked me and I liked it.”
There was such a sparkle in his eye. The minx in this bed was so faraway from the contained, controlled robot of earlier, recounting a crime to the camera, it was hard to hold the disparate reality that they were the same creature on the same day.
He needed to think of what kind of a dominant he wanted to be to Jun. Did he agree and spank him because he had asked? Wasn’t that Jun topping from the bottom? Did he mind?
Brats bratted because they wanted…
They wanted to be caught. They wanted to lose.
Damian grinned at Jun. “I’m not going to spank you. You were naughty and bit me. So we’re going to do something else instead.”
Jun narrowed his eyes.
