Page 111 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Fear and submission poured in broken, sobbing moans from Jun’s throat. He lifted his ass and spread his legs, chest still to the floor.
Damian reared up. He was so hard he hardly needed to hold his cock. He kept one hand on the back of Jun’s neck and forced his cock into Jun’s hole.
Thank all the gods Jun was still slick. He sank in all the way, forcing Jun forward and flat against the floor. Instead of pounding in, he rolled his hips. This wasn’t about coming; this was claiming.
Jun whined, pushing back. His hands were still flat against the floor, even his fingers spread, open and surrendered.
Damian licked his mark, sucking on it a little for good measure. Jun’s hole twitched, clenching around him.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
Damian fucked in and out shallowly, careful of any resistance. Jun relaxed around him, letting him move as he wanted. Damian drew up one knee for leverage and fucked up and into his boy. They were sliding across the floor, but still Jun let him do what he would.
Damian braced a hand on the floor, keeping them in place. His orgasm was almost there, and he wanted to paint Jun with it. Then and only then did he have a promise to keep.
“Clench, prey. Make your hunter come.”
Jun obeyed. It was just enough. Damian’s orgasm barreled through him. Unlike other times, he didn’t lose himself to the euphoria. His sight remained clear, his focus still on his boy. He pulled out, dripping cum on Jun’s thighs.
“My beautiful boy.” He pressed kisses to Jun’s back. “Stay.”
Jun's eyes were half closed. He blinked slowly. Damian stood. He’d left his things in the cave. It was a matter of a moment to grab them. He came back, a metal stud in his hand. The head was a dark-blue jewel, the rest of it sterling silver, medical grade.
“Your tag, wolfling.”
“Alpha.” Jun breathed. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, and he smiled.
Damian pulled the back off the earring, held Jun’s ear gently, slipped the post into Jun’s piercing, and secured the earring in place.
Jun’s hand reached for Damian, grabbing at whatever part of Damian’s leg he found first. Damian scooped him off the floor, pulling him into his lap. Jun straddled Damian’s legs. Damian leaned against the footboard of the bed, holding them both up.
Jun wrapped his arms around Damian’s neck, hiding his face against Damian’s shoulder.
“Yours.”
“Mine. And also yours.” Damian pressed kisses to the side of Jun’s face that he could reach. Cum dripped out of Jun’s ass, marking Damian’s legs.
It was on the tip of Damian’s tongue to ask Jun if he wanted to end the scene now, get breakfast, go back to being equals, but he paused, his boy’s words coming back to him.
Jun was strong. He never let go. He never laid down his burden. And now he had. He was limp and relaxed, wrung out in a way that Damian had only seen once before, the day he ran him down along the bank of the Han River. And that had only lasted for a small while.
They had all weekend before the real world had to come back. Who knew what was coming.
He eased Jun down to the padding, still holding him, and brushed the hair back from Jun’s eyes, making the judgment call for himself.
Jun smiled back, a sleepy, almost drugged look in his gaze.
Damian kissed him on the lips. “My precious prey.”
Jun ducked his head, flushing.
“Precious, precious prey.” Damian nipped at Jun’s throat. “I’m going to have to take good care of you, but first, I’m going to show you off.”
Jun shivered.
“You’re too beautiful. I’ve chased you too long. And I know Collin wants to see you trussed up in the cave.”
