Page 26 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
He reached blindly for lube. “I want you, inside you.”
Jun groaned. He danced inside Damian’s grip, rubbing their bodies together. “Do it.”
Damian pulled Jun’s underwear down below the curve of his ass. Jun let out a guttural groan, his head falling onto Damian’s shoulder. Damian gripped Jun’s center, his palm on the base of Jun’s lower spine, his middle finger searching for Jun’s hole. He found Jun’s opening, pressing the pad of his finger against the tightly closed aperture.
“Going to let me, pet?”
Jun whimpered, his entire body shivering. His hands gripped Damian’s shoulders. His face pressed against Damian’s neck.
Damian tapped Jun there, teasing. Then he rubbed slowly. “You’re so tight. Do you even want me inside?”
Jun gripped harder, his thighs clamping down on either side. “Getting in is your job.”
“Oh?”
Jun nodded, his face still hidden.
Damian laughed. He rubbed at Jun’s hole again, feeling the velvet skin pulse and twitch.
“If getting in is my job, then what is yours?”
Jun twisted in Damian’s arms, pushing back into Damian’s touch.
He tightened his hold, afraid Jun would hurt himself.
Jun whimpered and went still. “Making it hard.” He lifted his head, one wickedly laughing eye peeking out from behind his tousled hair.
Damian growled. He tipped Jun backward onto the mattress as fast as he dared, bending Jun’s legs upward, folding the boy in half, his rear pointing upward inside the sinfully soft mattress. He palmed Jun’s round globes, squeezing them and grinning down at Jun through his legs.
“Was that a pun, pet?”
Jun grinned, eyes glittering. “What? Going to spank me for it?”
“No.” Damian slid his hand into Jun’s underwear, wrapping his hand around Jun’s balls. “Just this.”
He closed his hand.
Jun gasped, his eyes fixed on Damian’s face. He wasn’t bound, his hands were free, and he could have kicked at any moment. Damian kept his gaze pinned on Jun, meeting his eyes, and slowly, ever so slowly, tightened his grip.
A low groan rolled out of Jun, starting from his hips and moving up his spine and out of his mouth. Jun arched into the discomfort. His hips came up and pressed into Damian’s grip. He panted, his pulse quickening.
He was so strong, all sculpted, long lean limbs bent double and offered up on Damian’s bed. His heartbeat throbbed in his balls, pulsing against Damian’s palm. The skin between his legs was soft.
Damian tightened his grip.
Jun tipped his head back, showing the full length of his throat. His hands turned palm up on the bed. His chest rose and fell.
“Shall I stop?”
“No.” Jun whimpered.
Damian kissed the inside of Jun’s knee. He stroked Jun’s thigh. Kissed him again. “I’m going tighter.”
Jun sucked in air; he nodded.
So soft, so vulnerable. Damian increased the pressure. Jun keened, his body going slack against the bed except for gasping breaths.
Damian wished he could see how hard Jun was. But he could. He gripped Jun’s underwear, pulling them up Jun’s legs, never letting go of Jun’s balls. Jun whimpered but cooperated, bringing his legs up and together so that Damian could drag the fabric off his feet. His thighs fell apart as soon as the underwear was free.
