Page 36 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“If I wasn’t here, what would you be doing?” Jun sipped his tea in the silence that followed.
Collin looked up at his doms. Richard nodded, tacitly allowing Collin to answer.
“I’d, um,” Collin stuttered, pulling his knees up. “I’d probably be naked. And I’d, um…I’d be using different words. I’d probably…be serving.”
Collin’s cheeks burned. He averted his face. Beautiful kitten.
Richard laid his hand on Collin’s head, silently praising him.
Jun put his tea down. Damian lifted his hands, letting Jun do what he was going to do. Jun slid out of his lap down to his hands and knees and crawled around the coffee table until he was nose to nose with Collin.
This was new. Damian leaned forward, holding his mug in two hands.
Collin tensed, watching Jun as if he were a real kitten and Jun a strange dog.
Jun sat back on his haunches. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Collin’s voice wavered, both with embarrassment and uncertainty.
Damian cast a quick look at Richard. Richard was watching, mild amusement on his face. Warmth spread through Damian’s chest. Whatever was happening, Richard wasn’t bothered.
“DaSu says you’re a kitten sometimes,” Jun said.
Collin nodded.
Damian bit his cheek. No one could accuse his boy of not being brave. But what was he aiming at?
“Do you like it?” Jun asked Collin.
Collin blushed harder. “It’s…embarrassing. But…yeah. Most of the times.” He looked up toward his doms. “Sometimes, it’s hard.”
Émeric snorted into his tea. “You like the hard times, kitten.”
Collin’s blush couldn’t get any worse. He made a soft noise of protest in his throat. Damian smothered a laugh behind his hand.
Jun rocked forward on his hands and bumped his nose into Collin’s shoulder. Damn, they were cute together. Collin blinked and stared at Jun.
“What does serving mean?” Jun asked.
Richard threaded his fingers through Collin’s hair and tipped his boy’s head back. “Serving means whatever Émeric and I choose. Sometimes I just want my boy in my lap. Sometimes I throw him over the back of the couch and have my way with him. Sometimes he helps Émeric in the kitchen.”
And sometimes you have me hold your kitten for you while you fuck him, Sir. Damian kept that thought to himself. This was Jun’s show for the moment.
Collin’s eyes fluttered, unable to resist the touch of his master’s hands on his scalp.
Jun listened to Richard, then leaned forward, almost whispering into Collin’s ear. “I have a problem.”
“What is it?” Collin forced his eyes open.
Jun leaned against the couch, his shoulder up against Richard’s leg. “I have this wolf. He used to play with his pack. But then he decided I was his person. And now I’m worried he’s not playing with his pack anymore.”
Well, fuck. His wolfling was going straight for the crux of the issue, wasn’t he? Damian took a breath. There was no need to rush. He almost said something, but the weight of Richard’s eyes hit him. Richard gave a barely perceptible shake of his head.
Damian gritted his teeth. Right, this was Jun’s show.
Collin’s eyes fluttered. “That’s a problem.”
Jun grimaced and nodded. “I thought I would ask you. How do I fix this?”
