Page 118 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“No—no safe word. I…don’t know…why…so…” Jun choked out words one at a time. He really didn’t want to talk, but it seemed like Damian was worried. “…embarrassing.”
More tears fell. Why did they feel so good?
“You’re so beautiful,” Damian murmured. “Suffering for me. On display. I love showing off my prey like this for everyone to see. Show them what I caught.” He ran his hands over Jun’s body, dragging his palm over Jun’s sex again. Jun trembled, eyes fixed on Damian’s.
Pride. That was what was in Damian’s gaze. Bloody fucking pride. He looked like he was on the top of the world. Something light and bright floated up in Jun’s chest as if he’d won a boon. He felt so beautiful right now.
Damian “Fully bare, pet. Naked for me. Magnificent. Defenseless. Obscene.” He stroked Jun’s cock some more as he said the last word. “Like a work of art.”
Jun sobbed. His cock throbbed and twitched even in the ropes. “Don’t feel human.”
“Not at this moment.” Damian kissed Jun between the eyes. “Be obscene, Jun. Give in. Be the animal. Show me.”
Jun whined in the back of his throat. The vibe was relentless. He arched his back, the sensation rolling him through him in waves. The end of his cock felt suddenly wet. He tried to crane his head around.
Damian looked for him. He grinned, reaching out and touching a finger to Jun’s slit. “You’re leaking, pet.”
Jun growled. He tossed his head. The hook in his ass tugged. Not good. Not good. Had to be still. He trembled, looking back at Damian.
“You’re my world, pet.” Damian pressed kisses to Jun’s shoulders. “One more time, do you need to stop? If you say no, I’m going to stand up and go back to my breakfast and you’re going to stay here, on display, leaking and aching until you’re ready to beg Émeric to fuck you.”
Jun’s face burned. He stared back at Damian. This…this was so much more than he’d imagined. Heaven and hell wrapped in one. He couldn’t have done it except that Damian was looking at him with admiration, affection burning through everything as if he were embracing Jun’s whole being. Damian slid the safety ball into Jun’s hand.
Damian
Damian held his breath, waiting for his beautiful man’s answer. He’d thrown so much at Jun, and his wolfling had taken it all, bratting and demanding more each step of the way, meeting him urge by urge. The tears were a sign, but Jun was smiling through them. They reminded him of cathartic releases he’d had himself under Richard’s hand. If anyone needed permission to weep and let go, it was Jun. Jun who had barely cried since being whisked out of South Korea. Jun who had been with the kids each step of the way. Jun who had been baring his soul in music, not knowing if the world would hate him or love him.
He wasn’t going to take Jun’s catharsis away from him just because he was worried. He wasn’t going to protect himself as a dom so much that he didn’t dare go where Jun needed to go.
Jun turned his head carefully, licking Damian’s palm. “Green, Alpha.”
Damian’s heart soared.
“Beautiful, pet.” Damian kissed him again. Jun deserved all the kisses. Even when he was bratting and biting and making Damian pull out more rope than he’d expected to use so early on in their play.
He stood, giving Jun one more stroke from shoulder to hip. He touched the hook and dragged his finger down Jun’s cock, catching another drop of precum oozing out of Jun’s trapped sex. Bringing his finger to his mouth, he licked the taste of Jun up, savoring it, making sure Jun saw him.
It was hard to step away, to leave his boy to shiver and moan. But it had to be done. He moved back to the couch, picking up his plate. Jun turned his head, watching from the edge of his eyes. Damian pretended to ignore him, scooping up the last of his scrambled eggs with his fork.
Collin was in Richard’s lap, sitting sideways, a ball of limbs pressed against his master’s chest. His eyes were fixed on Jun, and sympathy tears glittered on his eyelashes.
Damian drank coffee.
Jun’s head moved up and down. He would be trying to absorb the unrelenting stimulation. Damian forced himself to go on eating his eggs. His boy was magnetic, skin glistening with sweat, hips swaying from side to side, muscles flexing, and abs rolling with each wave of overwhelm running through his nerves.
Go on, Damian, be strong.
His heart was in his throat. What if it was too much? What if Jun hated him after this?
No. He had to trust. What they had was strong. Jun was strong.
Beyond that, he had to trust himself. And his gut said this was right.
He looked up. Richard was watching him, not Jun, the faintest of smiles on his lips. Damian dropped his eyes, flushing.
Richard raised his mug in a silent toast.
Jun
