Page 45 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun nodded into Damian’s pectoral.
“Do you want to shower?”
“No.” Jun wrapped his leg around Damian’s. “Stay.”
Damian wrapped his arm around Jun’s back, his hand settling on Jun’s hip.
The entire string of the evening’s events played over and over in Jun’s head. His fingers played across Damian’s skin in the dim light of the room. Getting fucked had not been his intention. He’d wanted to somehow connect to Collin, Émeric, and Richard and get them to relax around him. How exactly had he gone from talking with Collin on the floor to getting chased through The Residency?
“I was just trying to make friends, you know.”
“In your boxer briefs.” Damian sounded like he was smiling.
Jun couldn’t be sure. “I can’t expect them to be willing to get naked if I’m not.”
Damian did chuckle then.
Jun bit Damian’s nipple. Damian’s hand came down on the back of his head, pressing his face into Damian’s chest, his hips flexing against Jun’s.
No! They were not having sex again. They both had to wake up in the morning. Jun pushed back until Damian let him breathe.
“Will Émeric want something from me?”
“For what?”
“Sticking out my tongue.”
“No.” Damian hugged Jun tighter, no face pressing this time. “He doesn’t have a dynamic with you, and he instigated.”
Jun sagged a little. Good. But saying he and Émeric didn’t have a dynamic was wrong. Every relationship had a dynamic. Émeric was scary. Especially the way he’d smiled tonight. Richard was way more cuddly, even if he was scary. He was less scary than Émeric. Why didn’t more people realize that? They’d all acted like Richard was the intimidating one, which he was. But Émeric…that Frenchman had edges. He made Jun want to act out and poke him even though it absolutely was a bad idea.
“So, contract?” Jun whispered, voice wavering. Fuck, a contract meant Émeric might just get his hands on his ass. He hadn’t told Damian yet, but if Damian was there, he was going to give his consent to Émeric at least once.
Damian sighed. “Yes.”
“Do you want…to let Émeric punish me?”
“I can see it happening in group play, if you consented to it. It’s not a need.”
“He scares the fuck out of me.”
“Most people think he’s the soft one.”
“Nope. He probably has assassins—Assassins’s Creed–type assassins—in his back pocket.”
Damian laughed outright. “Émeric is the one who makes profiteroles and tea.”
Jun snorted. “That’s how they hide.”
“He is a sadist. Between him and Richard, he comes up with the harder things. Richard is a lifestyle dom. He’s Collin’s dominant everywhere and all the time. So is Émeric, but day to day, he’s more of a daddy. The sadist only comes out now and then.”
“But he’s always there.”
“Do you trust him?”
Jun thought that over. “I trust him. I don’t think I’d trust him right off, just meeting him. He watches people too much. He doesn’t give much of what he’s thinking away. He has secrets. But he’s committed to you and Richard and Collin.”
“Someday you’ll be more comfortable around him.”
