Page 75 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Collin craned his neck back to see Émeric’s expression. “Sir?”
“There’s room for two of you to lie side by side.”
Jun crawled up between Collin and the back of the couch. He didn’t go for Émeric but laid his head on Collin’s belly, wrapping his arm around his waist. He pulled Collin toward him until he felt trapped against the back of the couch.
A bit of tension rolled out of him. He could handle being apart from Damian if this was what he had in return.
“Collin and I were plotting how to turn this room into a studio for you and Damian.”
Jun tipped his chin up so he could make eye contact with Émeric. He sort of remembered that there had been plans to do this. But so many things had happened since that conversation.
“It’s perfect.” Collin swung one hand toward a door inside the room. “That’s the third bathroom. We can get some freestanding closets, and if you need separate sections, some cubicle dividers could parse out the spaces.”
“Cave.” Jun smirked at Collin. “Damian needs a cave. And make it a surprise so he doesn’t know.”
Collin’s eyes widened, then turned knowing. A secret smile played across his face. “Deal.” He offered Jun his hand. They shook, the angle making it awkward.
Collin went back to talking about specifics. He was as passionate about the functionality of the room as he was about any of the spaces at the church.
The playroom door opened. Footsteps retreated down the hall toward the bedrooms. Showers ran somewhere. Jun listened with half an ear.
Richard arrived first, carrying a tray of tea and hot apple cider. “Collin, there’s a second tray in the kitchen. Please bring it in.”
“Yes, Master.” Collin extracted himself and went off.
Richard eased himself down on the chair near Émeric. Their hands twined together. Jun dropped his eyes, giving them their moment.
Damian came through the door, loose black pants hanging low on his hips. He was shirtless, and his wrists were both marked. Jun sat up, hesitating. Should he run up to Damian like he normally did or give him space?
“There you are, wolfling.” Damian moved toward him, slower than normal but with a bit of a prowl in his gait.
Jun sat up and pulled his knees up, the hair on the back of his neck rising. Damian came forward until he was leaning over Jun. Jun leaned back, keeping eye contact. Damian’s hand settled over the front of Jun’s throat, pressing him back against the couch.
Jun squeaked in surprise. His hand came up to grip Damian’s. Damian smirked, moving in with one knee next to Jun’s hip. He tilted Jun’s head back and kissed him. Jun whimpered. His other hand waved in the air, seeking traction. He grabbed Damian by the shoulder.
Damian groaned, pressing Jun deeper into the cushion. His back was warm to touch. Very warm.
Jun squirmed out of Damian’s grip and turned his Alpha around. His back was red, bits of the skin were raised in strips, and there was bruising up and down either side of his spine and across his shoulders. The residue of a high-quality cream was still soaking into the warm skin, and arnica scented the air.
“He whipped you?”
“Flogged. And caned.”
Jun pressed his hand gently against the skin. Damian winced. Jun pulled his hand away. “Should I not touch?”
“You can touch, wolfling.”
“Is it always like this?”
“No.” Damian dropped a kiss on Jun’s face. “I needed more than normal this time.”
Jun looked for Richard. The man met his gaze. He nodded, offering agreement with Damian’s words.
“Shouldn’t you be in aftercare? Like you did with me? Shouldn’t he be holding you? You should sit down.”
“I wanted to see you.”
Jun poked Damian in the chest with a finger. “I could have come to you.”
