Page 110 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
He’d messed up. There were too many barriers between them. He’d forgotten that as much as Jun was an animal, so was he. That was where he’d lost the thread. He didn’t need toys. He needed himself. That was how they’d always met, the two of them. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth. Air to air.
He ghosted his hand down Jun’s side. All the manuals he’d read said he should take Jun out of this moment, talk about it like rational adults, come back at a later date with a new plan. Fuck that. This wasn’t play, not anymore.
The speculum was warm from Jun’s body. He eased it out and set it to the side, then ran his hands up Jun’s back, over his shoulder blades, up his neck, threaded his fingers into his boy’s hair, tilted his head, and leaned in, breathing Jun in, nuzzling under his jaw, biting soft kisses down his neck to his collarbone.
“Don’t fight while I untie the rope. You could injure yourself.”
Jun leaned into him. Damian released the knot from Jun’s ankle.
Damian eased back. Jun was watching him, a glassy need in his eyes that had not been there a few moments before. Damian pushed his pants off his hips.
Naked together.
Damian knelt in front of his boy.
“This is winter,” Damian said. Even to his own ears, his voice was low and rough. “I can’t give you a forest to run in or a riverwalk. Only myself.”
Jun threw himself forward. Damian raised his arms to catch him. His boy rode him back to the ground, straddling him, gripping his head in his hands. He crushed their mouths together.
Wild.
Damian’s heart swelled. He gripped his boy back and bucked up into him. Jun bit his lip. Damian growled. He rolled them to the side. Jun didn’t give in, fighting for the upper hand. They were going to bash themselves black and blue inside the small space. Damian reached out blindly, finding the slats. Jun broke away long enough to help, pushing the front of the cave open to the room. And then Jun was on him again.
Damian rolled them out into the floor. They were all skin and muscle and vying for control, lips pressed together, tongues foraging into one mouth, then the other. Muscles strained against muscles. Sweat slicked between them.
They wrestled in a tangle of limbs from one side of the room to the other. He pressed Jun up against the bed. They tore the comforter from the mattress, fell on it, half wrapped themselves in it, then rolled off of it.
Damian gripped Jun’s wrists in his hand. His boy undulated up against him, arching off the floor, fire in his eyes. Damian took in the full vision of him, stroking him from throat to groin. Jun thrashed. Damian gripped his balls. Jun threw his head back, his stomach heaving.
This was them. This was what they were. No toys, just skin.
He let go of Jun’s balls and lifted his thigh. His cock was stiff, and Jun was slick already. He aimed for Jun’s hole.
Jun laughed. He twisted at the last moment, crossing his own arms above his head to get on all fours. Damian narrowly missed a kick. He let go. Jun crawled away. Damian caught him by his ankle and jerked him back. Jun fell flat. Damian dropped on top of him. He ground his cock into Jun’s backside.
“Mine.”
“Prove it.”
Damian slammed his forearm across Jun’s lower back. He raised his hips, reaching for his cock. He was going to breed this firebrand.
Jun pushed up. Damian slipped against his sweat-soaked skin. They went down together, Jun on his side, wiggling just out of Damian’s grasp. He laughed.
Such a glorious laugh.
Damian grabbed him.
Again and again. His boy was full of fire. And it didn’t matter as long as he got to touch, as long as he got to grab and stroke. Red suckling marks and bruises outlined in teeth littered their skin. Jun had carpet burns down his stomach.
They were wearing out. Jun was breathing hard. They faced each other, both crouched. Damian lunged. Jun spun away, but Damian had planned for it. He caught Jun’s wrist, flipped him around, and lay over him, chest pressed to Jun’s heaving back. He lay heavy, constricting his boy’s air with his bulk. Not enough. He grabbed his hair and pulled Jun’s head to the side, arching his neck. Like the primal he was, he sank his teeth into the junction of Jun’s neck and shoulder, grinding his teeth in deep.
Jun’s body jerked. He whined, scrambling for purchase. Damian wrapped one hand around the front of Jun’s throat. With his other, he reached under Jun, grabbed his balls, and squeezed.
An inhuman sound came from Jun’s mouth. He shuddered, and his hands went still and loose on the floor.
Damian adjusted a bit, grinding his teeth in. He sucked, tongued the spot, and sucked again. Jun would have a beautiful mark.
“Spread your legs.”
