Page 114 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun groaned. He thumped his head against Damian’s shoulder. Then nipped it for good measure.
“Keep that up, and you won’t be eating because you’ll be muzzled.”
Jun nibbled with his lips instead of his teeth. “What if I’m just that hungry? I’m not tame, after all.”
Damian shook his head, fondness in his eyes. He unfastened Jun’s wrists from his neck and moved Jun’s wrists from his front to his back, putting him back in a box tie.
“I don’t get hands either?” Jun bratted.
Damian rewarded him with a slap to his rear.
It was hard walking naked into the living room. He couldn’t keep his eyes up. With Damian alone, it was one thing, but Richard was Richard. And Émeric, well…Émeric was Émeric. All proper one point nine something meters of him.
He kept his eyes on Damian instead, making sure to keep slack in the rope between his collar and Damian’s hand. And yes, it was an absolute mind fuck to walk on a leash.
Collin was already kneeling naked on a cushion between Richard’s knees. Émeric was putting together plates. He pointed out where he’d laid a pillow down for Jun. Damian took a seat on the couch across from Richard and tapped Jun’s ass, pointing to the pillow. Jun knelt. At least years of dance training made being graceful even with his arms behind him easy. He settled, eyes down, which reminded him of his cock and balls, his cock pointing almost straight up, the head dark and swollen.
Guh, he was so outside the bounds of polite society, naked and aroused in public like some sort of creature or primitive.
His cheeks heated, and his eyes watered.
Damian stroked Jun’s chest, his fingers wandering down and playing with Jun’s cock. He tried not to whimper, to hold still.
Damian dragged a fingernail over Jun’s cock head. He flinched and yelped. Richard, Émeric, and Damian chuckled.
“Mine,” Damian whispered into Jun’s ear.
Fuck! His arms were tied. He couldn’t even rub the sensation away. It went on and on, Damian’s touch lingering on his sensitive skin.
Cheeks burning, he dared a glance at Collin.
Collin was looking straight at him, cheeks flushed, biting his lip. He didn’t have Jun’s problem though. As Jun had seen earlier, he was wearing his cock cage as he usually did. He couldn’t get hard even if he wanted to. Jun dropped his eyes quickly from Collin. At least he wasn’t alone. And that did help.
The three doms started to eat. After a few moments, Damian held his cupped hand in front of Jun’s mouth. A bite of scrambled eggs lay in his palm.
Jun’s eyes flew up to Damian’s. Damian gazed back, impassive. Jun tensed.
“Eat, pet.”
Jun looked back down at the food. His cock ached. His nakedness wrapped around him. It didn’t matter. He was Alpha’s prey.
None of it matter. The tag ached in his ear.
Damian’s fingers brushed the bruise and marks on Jun’s neck.
Jun leaned forward, licking and using his lips to take the egg from Damian’s palm.
“Good pet.” Damian offered Jun his palm to clean and ruffled his hair.
The meal continued. Every few bites, Damian offered more food, either on his palm to be nibbled up or from his fingers if it was something solid, like a torn-off piece of scone. Now and then, he helped Jun drink.
Jun slumped sideways against Damian’s leg as time went on.
Damian put a slice of cheese on a bit of scone and held it in his hand, just beyond Jun’s lips, distracted by something he was saying to Richard.
Jun leaned forward, trying to take it.
Damian moved his hand away, keeping it beyond Jun’s reach.
