Page 103 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“Let’s go with,” Damian said to Jun.
Jun shrugged.
Émeric waved them away. “I’ll do yoga up here and clean up.”
In bed that night, Damian turned to Jun. “You’re not disappointed?”
Jun yawned. He’d sprinted on the treadmill in intervals for several miles and then lifted weights. He was almost asleep already, freshly showered. “What do you mean?”
“That we didn’t play today.”
“No.” Jun snuggled closer, his hand on Damian’s chest, head half buried in the pillows. “Tomorrow.”
Jun
Breath ghosted over the back of Jun’s neck. It had to be Damian. It smelled like Damian. Warm, faintly spicy. Comforting. He squirmed backward, looking for his man’s soothing heat.
A tongue swiped just under Jun’s ear. He flinched, rubbing at the sensation. “Ugh.”
Teeth nipped at his hip.
Jun yelp. He started to rise. The teeth were back, nipping at his butt.
“Run.”
Nails scraped down the backs of his legs.
Adrenaline flashed through Jun’s limbs. He scrambled for the edge of the bed. Damn the bed for being so soft. He rolled instead, falling over the edge, scrambling to stand. Damian growled behind him, then laughed. “Run, boy!”
“Fuck!” Jun pushed off the floor with both hands, lunging for the door. Thank goodness the curtains were closed. He jerked open the door to the hall. A hand ghosted against his arm as he ran. No! He was not going down quick. Looking back was a mistake. Damian wasn’t running. He was prowling. And looking damn hot doing it, pants riding so low the dips of his hips were landing lights. Jun cursed in Korean, whipping his head forward. If he could reach the guest bedroom, he could lock the door. It would take Damian a few moments to pick the lock.
He made it just in time, barely registering Émeric sitting on the couch as he darted through the living room.
“Morning, Jun,” Émeric called out, completely unfazed.
“Morning.” Jun gasped. He slammed the door.
Damian grabbed the handle on the outside just as Jun got the latch in place.
Jun gritted his teeth. Damian was keeping the knob turned so he couldn’t engage the lock.
No! So much no!
He looked around the guest bedroom, still wrestling Damian for control, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Something, anything. He needed something.
Damian laughed through the door. “You can’t hold out forever,”
“You don’t know that!” Jun shouted back. He braced his shoulder against the door and his heel against the wall. Damian was pushing hard.
Where was a wide-open field to run in when you needed it?
“You are so getting that dungeon open before next winter,” Jun growled. “There’s nowhere to run in here.”
“You can try.”
Jun grunted as Damian shoved hard. Thank all the stars for his years of training but—Fuck!— there was no point just holding the door when they both wanted the hunt. He spun to the side, releasing the door all at once.
The door slammed against the wall. Damian fell into the room.
