Page 28 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
“Hold your legs, pet.”
Jun obeyed without opening his eyes. He slotted his forearms behind each of his knees and pulled them up toward his upper arms, splayed wide.
Damian ghosted his hand over the bruising on Jun’s torso. “How’s this area?”
“Doesn’t ache more than normal.”
“Tell me if that changes.”
Jun nodded, biting his lip as Damian’s finger slipped deeper inside. They’d never had enough time to get this far before. Jun had always either been too tired or their time too short.
Damian danced his fingers lightly over Jun’s cock. Jun was a wonder. He’d come hands-free and was still hard, his member flushed and as perfect as one of Émeric’s paintings.
“You’re so tight, pet. This is going to take some time.”
Jun bit his lips. He shifted against the bed, shyness and discomfort clear in each line of his limbs.
Damian kissed the side of his ankle. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I’m not good at this part.”
“You’re perfect. Perfect prey caught in my den, slowly being opened up to be fucked.”
Jun groaned, shaking his head back and forth. “DaSu.”
His boy was flushing.
Damian grinned. “Embarrassed?”
Jun bit his lip.
“Does it scare you that I love this part?”
Jun whined, writhing in place. Damian barely had to move his finger to still be opening his boy up. Jun was doing half the work for him.
“What…do…you like about this?” Jun gasped.
“You. Tonight, when you were singing, you held everyone there in your palm. And now, you trust me to hold you in mine.”
Jun’s lips twitched in a smile.
Damian smiled back, twisting his finger deeper, drinking in the small groans that stuttered out of Jun. He stroked Jun’s side. “I love having you like this, open, trusting.”
“You just wanted to drag me off to your cave and eat me.”
Damian couldn’t help himself. He lifted Jun without warning and licked him hard, sucking one of Jun’s balls into his mouth.
Jun busted out a laugh, then shouted as Damian sucked. He beat his fist against Damian’s knee. Damian grinned and let Jun’s ball pop out of his mouth. He kissed the poor abused sack of soft skin.
Jun threw an arm over his face. “You…you…beast!”
Damian grinned. He lowered Jun’s ass back down to his lap and speared Jun’s hole with his finger again. With his eyes covered, Jun had no warning. Without resistance, Damian’s entire finger sank into Jun’s heat.
Jun screamed into his own arm and bit himself, riding out the shock, his hole sucking and gripping Damian.
“DaSu.”
“May I?” Damian rolled his finger slowly. “Going to let me have you? Going to be my prey, pretty boy?”
