Page 76 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
“Me or maybe Richard. I’d still be your dominant even if I’m submitting to someone else. And if I can’t be, then you wouldn’t be submissive to anyone or you’d let Richard guide you. I’m not asking for any of that, though. It has to be something you naturally want.”
Jun blushed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I mean, Richard is hot, he has that…air about him. But I barely know how to have sex with you.”
Damian pulled Jun in and held him. “There’s enough going on. Ask a question, and I’ll answer it as best I can, but the pacing is yours.”
“What if I fall in love with one of them?” Jun stroked Damian’s shirt, eyes down. “I don’t know if I can play with them without falling in love with them.”
Damian kissed the end of Jun’s nose. “Then you fall in love with them. I’m not going to tell you that you can’t love someone.”
Jun smiled and kissed Damian back on the lips, a quick hard press. “I want to shower.”
“Well, fortunately, we have a beautiful shower.”
They washed together. Damian saw Jun trying to clean himself and pointed to the hose attachment made for the purpose and explained how it worked. Jun was bright red, but he stumbled his way through rinsing out with Damian’s verbal instructions and seemed proud of himself when he’d finished.
“I’m not going to go inside you tonight,” Damian said, helping him dry off.
Jun glared at him.
“You’re still sore from this morning.”
Jun glared harder. He leaned forward and nipped at Damian’s neck and dashed out of the bathroom, running toward the bedroom.
Damian followed just fast enough to see Jun leap up on the mattress and land face down in the covers. He truly had a dancer’s training and ability to fly. Damian gave himself a running start and joined him, dropping down on Jun and pinning him to the sheets.
Jun grunted, his air leaving him, and wiggled his butt against Damian’s cock.
“No, I’m not giving you dick tonight.”
Jun turned his head and waggled his eyebrows, then nipped at Damian’s wrist, the only part of his arm he could reach.
Damian swung one leg off Jun’s body and slapped his ass. “I said no.”
Jun giggled. “Do that again?”
“This?” Damian smacked Jun’s ass with the flat of his hand.
“Yes.” Jun groaned and raised his rear as far as he could in the air with Damian half pinning him.
“I don’t know if I want to.” Damian teased. He massaged the round globes of Jun’s posterior. They were strong and muscular and felt like the best kind of thick pillows under his hands.
“Please.”
Damian grinned. “Why?”
“It feels good.”
“Do you want to be spanked, little wolfling?”
Jun growled. He pushed up against Damian’s weight. “No, I think I’ll just bite you.”
He was strong, and just for a second, he twisted the opposite way Damian thought he would and was out from under him. Instead of running, he rolled back, latching on to Damian from behind and closing his mouth over the side of neck, right at the base where it met his shoulder. He bit down.
Naughty little fucker.
Damian growled, coming up off the bed, but Jun clung on. He rode Damian up, clinging with his arms and legs and sucking hard. He was going to give him a bruise. Damian swiped behind him, pushed at his ankles, and shifted his weight. Nothing was dislodging the K-pop idol attached to his back. Damian rolled to the side of the bed and got his feet on the floor. He backed into the pillars, pinning Jun down, and struggled to pry his feet off his waist. Jun was locked. Nothing was moving him. Every time Damian gained an inch, Jun regained it somewhere else. The brat had his face against the back of Damian’s head and was shaking with laughter.
“Fine, if that’s how you want to play.” Damian reached behind him and stroked a finger over Jun’s hole.
