Page 115 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun narrowed his eyes. He looked up. Damian stroked his cheek but went on speaking, making no motion to feed him.
Jun caught Collin’s attention. He smirked. Collin’s eyes widened. He shook his head.
Jun grinned back. He turned his head and nipped at Damian’s forearm.
“Wait, pet.” Damian said.
Yeah, right. What was the point of being naked and tied up unless Alpha was paying attention?
It wasn't like he was expected to behave if he was tied up, right? The only reason to put a leash on a pet was because they couldn’t behave without one.
Jun bit the inside of Damian’s thigh.
Damian yelped. His hand gripped the back of Jun’s hair and jerked his head back. Jun blinked up at his alpha. Yep, that did the trick. Damian was beautiful like this, eyes blazing with a little shock and a lot of outrage.
Jun licked his lips.
“You couldn’t wait?”
Jun wiggled around. It was harder with Damian gripping his hair, but he managed. He leaned in, trying to nip more of Damian’s biceps. It looked tasty. Damian held him back, lifting his elbow to keep his skin away from Jun’s mouth. Fine, he could work with that. He lunged, catching Damian’s shirt in his teeth.
“Not quite tame, is he?”
“No.” Damian grunted. He closed his knees, pinning Jun between them and the front of the couch. “Are you asking for punishment, wolfling?”
Not really. But he wanted to lick his Alpha now, and Alpha was not cooperating. Whatever happened was his fault.
He pushed up on his knees, trying to lick and nibble at Damian’s neck and face. Damian leaned back.
“Down, wolfling.”
Jun barked back at him. No, thank you. This was a fun game.
“We’re eating breakfast, pet. Sit.”
This was much more interesting than breakfast. Damian rarely lost his cool for good reasons. Why give up the fun now? Jun lifted his knee, trying to climb up on the couch.
“Enough.” Damian stood. He forced Jun’s head back and down, putting him in a backbend. “This is not how we behave at the table.”
Jun panted. Laughter rolled through him.
“Richard, could I use the silver floor brace? And do you mind sending Collin for the black box in my bedside table?”
“Not at all. Kitten, go fetch Damian’s box.”
“Yes, sir.”
There were sounds of someone standing and moving away on bare feet. Jun’s chest rose and fell. He couldn’t move, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He stuck out his tongue, trying to taste Damian’s arms.
Damian hauled him up, kissing him hard. “You beg so pretty, pet. I hope you enjoy this as much as I will.”
Jun kissed back. He barely registered when Collin returned. His only warning was Damian hauling him fully off the floor and carrying him away from the table.
Richard had just set some sort of bar on the floor. It was shaped like a capital I. Damian lowered Jun down over it
“Straddle it, pet, on your knees.”
Jun glared at his Alpha. This was not kissing. Or licking. Or breakfast.
