Page 121 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun lifted his head. Collin was peeking at him from behind his fingers.
“Want to come.” Getting his mouth on Collin was not a hardship either. The man reeked of sweetness.
Émeric left and came back with things. Jun rested against Damian, half watching and drinking water as Richard and Émeric tied Collin’s wrists to his ankles, leaving him splayed open on his back on a mat in the middle of the floor where Jun had been a while before. Richard said something quietly and took Collin’s cage off. Collin’s eyes widened for a moment, then closed. A look of concentration filled his features.
Bottle of water finished, Jun slipped out of Damian’s lap and crawled across the carpet to Collin. He rubbed his cheek against Collin’s thigh. Lazy, sleepy want swirled inside his belly. Collin was beautiful, his groin and crease waxed smooth. He smelled clean and delicious, like the breakfast they had just eaten. Jun dragged his tongue up the crease of Collin’s thigh. It wasn’t enough. He buried his nose in Collin’s balls, licking at his taint and farther down to his hole.
Collin moaned.
“Oh, and Collin,” Richard said, “if you come, you’ll be our naked kitten in your ears and tail until everyone here has taken you.”
Collin gave a soft cry of protest.
Jun looked up at Collin through his spread thighs. The other submissive's eyes were wide, his cheeks pink. Jun licked a strip up from Collin’s taint to his balls.
“Sorry.” He dove down on Collin’s cock, slurping it up into his mouth. Collin was just going to have to take whatever was coming for him.
He’d never truly understood the term eating out before that moment. Collin was a dish spread for his consumption, and he was wasting none of it. He sucked his penis until it was stiff, then mouthed his way down to his hole, spearing Collin’s opening with his tongue, wiggling it as deep as he could. He bit gently around his ass and rubbed his face against Collin’s thighs. He licked his balls and sucked them carefully into his mouth one at a time. Collin’s skin became drenched in saliva and pink from abuse. He gave little, pitiful sounds and gasps, tugging at his wrists, which only lifted his rear higher for Jun to feast.
Damian’s hands ghosted over Jun’s ass and down to his dick, starting to untie Jun’s cock. Blood started to flow in places it had not for more than an hour. Dizziness washed through him. He squeezed his eyes shut, increasing the fervor of his ministrations on Collin. He was so close. Jun could feel it. He nipped his way back down to Collin’s hole and stabbed it with his tongue. Collin’s body jerked. Jun raised his head.
Collin’s cock twitched against his stomach, painting his torso with cum. Jun’s tongue came out, licking his lips. But he never got the chance to taste. Damian hauled him back, grasping Jun’s newly freed cock in a lube-slicked hand.
Jun roared. He bucked up into Damian’s grip. Damian’s arms wrapped around Jun’s chest, holding him upright against his body. He fisted Jun, moving fast. Jun writhed. He was almost there, the thing he had been wanting, but he’d been almost there for so long. He couldn’t reach that place of completion.
Damian growled in frustration. He lifted Jun’s hips and pushed him back onto his cock. Damian’s dick slid over Jun’s prostate.
Jun lost any illusion of choice. Lost his vision, lost his sense of time, location, or date. There was nothing but white light and static in his ears. His body was wracked with jerks and tremors.
The last thing he knew, he was sliding down Damian’s thighs, every muscle lax.
He woke in the cave. There were vague memories floating in the back of his thoughts of being wiped down, of drinking water, and of being carried. He felt every minute of the morning like he’d been at dance practice for hours, if the other dancers were the kind that bit their partners. There was a warm body cradled next to him. He had an arm around the person.
He breathed in. Collin. Only Collin smelled like that. Like sunshine. They both smelled like sex.
He opened his eyes. Collin was curled up into his side. There was a blanket over them. On Collin’s head were a pair of kitten ears on a headband that almost disappeared into his hair. Jun rolled onto his side, pulling the other submissive in against his chest. Collin’s eyes fluttered open. He smiled drowsily and rubbed his cheek against Jun’s arms before closing his eyes again, his breathing evening back out.
Artemis mewed. She jumped down from a niche she had been hiding in overhead and curled up on the blankets.
Evidently, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Damian leaned in the entrance a while later. He had a bottle with a straw and held it to Jun’s mouth. “Drink.”
Jun sucked on the straw. It tasted like electrolyte replacement. He yawned. “What time is it?”
“Around two. You slept a while.”
Jun yawned again. “Still sleepy.”
“Rest.” Damian ruffled his hair.
“Okay. Are we, um…still playing?”
“We’re in aftercare.” Damian knelt down. “We played hard. So we take care of ourselves hard.”
That made sense. “You okay?”
“I’m better than okay.” Damian smiled, soft and content. “I wasn’t as sleepy as you, so when I wanted to get up, Collin asked to cuddle you.”
