Page 105 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
He bit. Hard.
Damian bellowed, pulling back. Jun rolled to his feet. Dance training was frickin’ helpful. He made it halfway down the hall before Damian was on him, grabbing at his waist. Jun dodged. Damian’s grip latched on to his sleeping pants.
Jun fell. He pushed off the pants, wiggling and kicking.
“Just making this easier, boy,” Damian rumbled.
Jun scrambled on his hands and knees. Damian came down on him from behind, an arm locking around his neck and over his chest. Damian’s other arm came around Jun’s side from under his arm. He hauled Jun back and up, so that he was kneeling.
The muscles in Damian’s arm stood out under Jun’s fingers as he clawed for freedom. Jun bucked and twisted, but Damian was heavy and had traction.
Damian tightened his grip, pulling Jun straight up. How strong was this man? He’d been holding out. Pulling away wasn’t working. Jun got one foot underneath his body and pushed up hard. Damian’s body slammed into the wall. Jun slammed his elbow into Damian’s gut.
Damian caught Jun under the thigh, pulling him up off the ground.
Jun bit Damian’s shoulder.
“Go on, boy. Bite, scratch. I’ll just take it out of you later.”
Heat flashed through Jun. He dug his teeth in, leaving marks. Damian groaned, stumbling. Jun twisted, but Damian had gotten a good grip on his wrists and pinned one of his legs. He kept walking, carrying Jun back to the cave.
It was happening. But he wasn’t ready. He was caught, but he hadn’t given up. He wasn’t going to admit defeat.
The cave was fully open. Damian lowered Jun to the cushions, straddling him. Jun fought, twisting and kicking and pulling, trying to work his wrists out of Damian’s grip. Damian straddled him, sinking his weight onto Jun’s hips, his thighs caging Jun’s waist and lower ribs. Jun sucked in air.
“Mine,” Damian growled, leaning over him, still holding Jun’s wrists.
Jun shivered. His movements slowed. Damian’s breath spread warmth over the back of his neck and down his shoulder. Damian let go of one wrist, slowly, reaching for something. Jun jerked, trying to make a break for it.
Damian rode his movement, staying with him and squeezing down with his thighs. Jun fell back onto the cot, gasping for air.
Leather wrapped around his wrist. Jun tried to keep his other arm free. Damian scooped his hand under Jun’s elbow, bending it back and capturing his arm at the wrist.
Jun huffed, burying his face in the cot beneath him. He didn’t have the air to fight. Just a couple good breaths, then he’d give Damian hell again.
Damian wrapped his second wrist in leather and secured Jun’s arms behind him, fingers to elbows in a box. Rope wove between his arms, binding them together. It was a firm restraint. Damian turned around, still straddling Jun’s back. “Kick my face, and I’ll cane you.”
Jun bared his teeth but didn’t kick. He tried to wiggle, but it did nothing but make him lose his breath again. Damian tied a rope cuff around first one, then the other of Jun’s ankles, and bent them back toward Jun’s butt.
Bare butt.
He hadn’t realized until just then. His sleeping pants were somewhere in the hall, and he’d gone to bed without briefs.
Damian ran a rope between Jun’s ankles to his arms. Jun grunted, feeling the strain.
“You can take it.” Damian ran his hands over Jun’s body, caressing his skin.
Jun tossed his head and glared at Damian over his shoulder. “Says the one not tied up.”
Damian chuckled, dark and low. He reached into one of the niches and dangled a leather muzzle in front of Jun.
Jun swallowed. That thing looked intimidating as hell.
A rubber ball slid into his hand. Jun squeezed. The ball squealed. Oh… His nonverbal safe word.
Jun swallowed and nodded to Damian.
Damian slid his hands into Jun’s hair and gripped it, pulling Jun’s head with one hand and pressing the front of the muzzle against Jun’s lips. There was a stumpy rubber piece in the front. Damian held it against Jun’s mouth.
