Page 101 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
“I know. But Su-jin needs to support his family, and the other guys need income, too. Besides, I want to help fund the dungeon.”
Damian laughed softly. “You just want me to chase you.”
Jun tried not to smirk.
The peace of the empty barn permeated them for a while. It was so different, so far away from everything else.
“Matthew called me out earlier this week. He reminded me that you and I should have a contract. I should protect both of us.”
Jun huffed. “Contracts are only as trustworthy as the people who sign them.”
“They’re records. They state agreements clearly.”
Jun propped himself up on one elbow where he could look down at Damian. He stroked his fingers over Damian’s face. “I don’t need one. Paper can lie or be lost. You came for me. That’s what I trust.”
Damian let Jun’s words sink in. At the heart of the matter, he didn’t feel the need for a full contract either. But the years he’d spent under Richard’s training rebelled at the idea of not having clear communication or following protocol. The lawyer in him wanted a contract, something firm and absolute.
“What about an agreement? Not something for you to trust. Not for me to trust but to prove to others if we ever needed to. Something we can use as a framework to know we considered everything we could.”
Jun was quiet for a long moment. “You mean, if someone tried to say we were doing something one of us didn’t want or to make sure you and I have said everything we need to say?”
“Yes, to both.”
Jun cuddled closer, gripping Damian’s shirt under his coat. “I can do that.”
“We do still need to talk about what you consent to and what I consent to. We haven’t played together enough to know each other’s kinks.”
Jun laid his head down on Damian’s shoulder. “If it’s you, I consent to everything you want.”
Damian shook his head, smiling a little. He kissed Jun’s hair. “That’s what we call irresponsible play. What if I decided to brand you with my name? Or keep you in a cage for a week?”
Jun snorted. “You wouldn’t.”
“The cage or the brand?”
“Both?”
“I might want to brand you.”
Jun propped himself back up on his elbow. “Honest? You’d want to brand me?”
“Not really my style. But piercing you, yes.” Damian dragged his fingers over Jun’s nipples and pinched one.
Jun’s breath stuttered. He pushed into Damian’s hand.
“We’ve been surviving, just brushing the surface of what we can do with each other,” Damian whispered, twisting Jun’s nipple one way and then the other. “I want more, wolfling. I want to dance on the edge of a knife with you, but we need to agree on the knife.”
“Show me.” Jun snuggled deep.
Damian pulled out his phone and searched for the sample contract he’d loaded on his phones years before.
They needed to sleep. He had to drive back to the city in the morning, but for that moment, none of it mattered.
“Water sports?”
Jun narrowed his eyes, sitting up enough to glare. “I thought we were playing, not doing polo.”
“Piss play, wolfling. What if I caught you in the woods and decided to mark you as mine?”
