Page 29 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Jun flushed anew, chest rising and falling. “I shouldn’t like you saying these things. I should hate the idea of being prey, of being devoured.”
Damian kissed him again. “And yet you love it.”
“Yes.”
“Do you know why?”
“No.”
Damian slid Jun’s ass to the bed and crawled over him, caging Jun’s body beneath his own. “Because you can be as wild as me. Because you can see how wild you make me, how much I want you. Because you can bite and scream and fight me, and as long as you are my prey, that will never stop me from chasing you, taking you, and plundering you.”
“You want me.”
“Yes.”
“Not just the idol, not the singer, but me, all of me.”
“I want all of you.”
Jun reached up, gripping Damian’s head and bringing him down until their lips touched. He kissed Damian hard. He let go when he needed air, but his hands stayed on Damian’s head, stroking Damian’s cheek and the back of his head.
“Is it bad that I want to fight you, to shout no, punch you, and still want you to promise me you’ll always win, that you’ll pin me down and fuck me anyway? I want to scream and cry and still feel you inside.”
Damian nuzzled Jun with his nose, gentling him with kisses. He could kiss this man, this skin, Jun’s body for years without growing tired of the sensation against his lips and the scent of this man in his nose.
“Remember the safe words we’ve used before?”
“Red for stop. Yellow for slow down. Green for good.”
“Do you want me to ignore your no, Jun? Do you want me to wring pleasure for both of us out of your body whether or not it wants to give it to me?”
Jun stared back at him, fear and longing in his face. Damian kissed his jaw, nuzzled around his ear, and stroked his hands down Jun’s sides. “I can’t go wild with you, not right now. You’re too hurt, my precious prey. I can only taste you a little, sheath myself inside you and mark you, smear you in cum, and hide you away in my den. But when you’re healed, I’ll take you outside and find a place where prey as strong and wild as you can fly. I’ll run you in the woods, chase you until your heart is thudding in your ribs and your breath is rasping in your throat, and then I’ll catch you. I’ll strip a piece of clothing from you every time I find you until you’re bare, and then I’ll bind you. Maybe I’ll hang you on a tree, legs spread wide, hole forced open so I can feast. You’ll never have to wonder if I want you, my beautiful, wild, powerful mess of a man. I’ll take you in glittering lights or covered in dirt. You’re still the same, my Jun.”
Jun surged off the bed, his arms wrapping around Damian’s neck. “Do it. Ignore my no.” He bit the side of Damian’s throat.
Damian grinned through the welcomed pain. He shoved two fingers into Jun’s hole in retaliation. Jun’s arms let go. He collapsed into the bed, writhing and impaled. Damian needed to have him like this more often. Jun uncomposed was a drug. He twisted his fingers, finding his boy’s prostate and stroking inhuman sounds out of Jun’s throat. Jun thrashed. Good. Damian pushed in, sinking his fingers inside until his knuckles were up against Jun’s rim. He pushed his fingers apart, stretching Jun inside.
Jun keened, music to Damian’s ears. His legs thrashed. Damian caught them and twisted Jun onto his side, pinning Jun’s legs with his thigh and grabbing Jun’s arms for good measure. He didn’t want to grip him by his forearms, not yet. Jun needed more time to heal his wrists and hands. But he could give Jun the feeling of being bound and helpless. He pushed Jun firmly but with care into a ball with his ass pointed outward and his arms and legs tangled up against his front.
Beautiful.
He twisted his fingers one last time, scissoring them, as Jun swore and babbled, then pulled them out, forcing more lube from the tube onto his fingers. Jun sucked in air, almost catching his breath.
Damian shoved three fingers back into his ass.
Jun yowled, convulsing, but his hole stretched. Damian held him down, forcing all three fingers deep.
Jun went slack, submitting, muscles quivering, his body shimmering in sweat.
Damian didn’t let up. That wasn’t how this worked. He couldn’t let up now. He stroked Jun’s prostate, forcing pleasure into him whether he wanted it or not. It didn’t matter if Jun fought or submitted; only his safe words could change what Damian was going to do.
He rolled Jun onto his back and forced his legs apart. Jun went willingly, a devastated whine leaving his throat as Damian forced him open. Just to reinforce his role, Damian twisted his fingers and pressed his thumb against Jun’s balls. It wasn’t enough. He gripped Jun’s balls with his other hand and bore down by degrees.
Jun’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his arms fell slack on the mattress, palms up just like before, surrendering. Damian let go slowly and stroked Jun’s sweat-soaked skin.
“Good boy.”
“Prey,” Jun whispered. He sounded drunk.
