Page 76 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Richard laughed. “Told you, Pup.”
Damian growled. His arms came up, and Jun tumbled into his lap, unwilling to fight his Alpha while he was hurt. “This, I wanted to do this.” He sat fully on the couch, pulling Jun in against him.
Jun growled back, righting himself and turning around to straddle his alpha. “You should be resting.”
Damian’s arms encircled Jun tightly. He pressed his face against Jun’s stomach and nibbled. Yikes! That tickled. Jun squirmed. This was so not fair. Fighting back wasn’t an option when Damian had literal welts.
“We’re talking about making the lounge into a studio for us,” Jun sputtered.
Damian looked up, blinking adorably. “Sounds good.” He bent down as if he was going back to making a snack out of Jun’s middle.
Jun caught Damian’s face between his palms. “What do you want in it? Collin has a plan, but what do you want?”
“Butterflies.” Damian’s eyes glowed. “I want butterflies. And a Buddha, like the one you wear.”
“Come on, little one.” Émeric patted Collin’s cheek. “I want some cream on my crepes.”
Collin’s face crimsoned. “Yes, sir.” He rolled off the couch and stood.
“I like crepes,” Jun said. “I’ll help.”
Richard chortled, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. Collin muttered something and turned to run.
Émeric grabbed his wrist and pulled his submissive down into his lap. “I’m afraid I don’t share this cream, at least not yet.” Émeric smirked. He kissed Collin behind his ear. “Where do I get my cream from, pretty boy?”
Collin squirmed in Émeric’s arms, his normal composure gone.
“Come on, boy. Tell Jun where I get my cream.”
“Me, sir.” Embarrassed tears glimmered in Collin’s eyes.
Émeric’s hand slid down Collin’s stomach and cupped his groin.
Jun blinked twice. He glanced at Damian and then Richard.
“You get cream from Collin. From his…oh.”
Jun’s cheeks tingled a little in sympathy for Collin. “I thought you said Collin didn’t come.”
“He doesn’t,” Richard said. “Émeric milks his prostate. There’s no orgasm involved. I don’t think Collin has come since just before Christmas.”
Collin had given up. He was curled up in a ball of embarrassment against Émeric.
“There, there, mon petit chaton, I’m not sharing. Your milk is all for me.” He stood, Collin in his arms. “We’ll be back in an hour or two.”
“I’ll bring the crepes,” Richard said, giving Émeric a nod.
“You should lie down.” Jun turned back to Damian. Whatever was going on with Collin was obviously fine.
Damian smirked. “Make me.”
Jun smirked right back. He turned toward Richard and batted his eyes. “Please make my alpha take care of himself.”
“Hmm. This is new territory.” Richard stroked his jaw. “Technically, I’ve agreed not to dominate Damian in front of others, typically. But I can tell you this. I would hazard an educated guess that if you put your mouth on his dick right now he’d melt right down into that couch.”
Jun looked back at Damian and grinned, his hand already dipping into the front of Damian’s pants.
“You’re going down, Alpha.”
