Page 100 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Now and then Jun looked back and then turned, looking forward again. He wasn’t flat out running yet. Damian hung back just enough not to push him. Let his forest sprite wear himself out first.
They covered a good mile before Jun tripped. He went down, not hard, and rolled, tangling into the bushes.
Damian put on a burst of speed. He caught up just as Jun pulled himself onto all fours, about to push off again. He grabbed Jun’s ankle from behind.
Jun shrieked and kicked. Damian dodged and pulled, getting an arm around Jun’s thighs. He pressed a kiss to the side of Jun’s ass.
“Not yet, I’m not…” Jun kicked, wiggled through Damian’s grip and lunged forward, making it upright and sprinting off. Damian rolled to his feet and jogged after him, grinning.
Jun still breathing well, but his chest was rising and falling fast. He slowed to a jog, looking back frequently. Damian kept himself in the open, letting Jun see him. Jun made eye contact. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat and he turned, fleeing.
Damian threw himself down the trail after him.
Jun
Running naked was different from running clothed. The air flowed everywhere. The forest felt closer. Brushing up against bushes was intimate and potentially consequential. He’d felt alive before; now he felt all of that with an added electric spark. His blood was pumping and there was a pulse of adrenaline. However he’d expected Damian to start the hunt, perving on him bathing naked wasn’t it. He would have been less surprised if Damian had jumped him in the water.
He hadn’t even gotten his clothes back on so Damian could tear them off.
Whatever could he have expected though, stripping naked?
He hadn’t cared. There had been the woods, and the light, and the smells and all the freedom, and then water and he’d gone with it.
Dammit, he’d done so much of Damian’s work for him.
Hopefully Damian wouldn’t be hurt by that. Not that it seemed like Damian was having a problem with the show.
Jun glanced back and all thoughts of the future vanished. Damian was so close, almost as naked as Jun was, thick thighs pumping as he rounded a bend in the trail.
Jun squeaked and fled, feet churning against the mulch of the forest floor. Don’t let him catch you. Don’t let him catch you. Run!
He swiped a handful of moss from a stump as he passed and threw it back behind him.
Daman chuckled.
Jun growled behind his teeth and put on a bit more speed. He almost didn’t see the giant tree right in front of him. He grabbed a smaller tree, trying to slow down and change his trajectory. Damian was on him in an instant, both arms wrapping around Jun’s and gripping his torso. His ass slotting into the bend of Damian’s hips.
“Argh!” Jun twisted. Damian’s arm was right there. He bit.
Damian howled and let go. Jun stumbled, caught himself, and pushed away, fingers catching Damian’s jock strap. Jun jerked it down, quickly, getting it trapped between Damian’s legs. A hand caught his ass, fingers raking down his skin. He scrambled for purchase and hit the trail, legs pumping beneath him.
Damian
Damian rubbed his arm, smirking. Vicious little thing. Jun was already down the trail. He pulled off his jockstrap and left it on the trail. Not giving his imp a chance to pull that again. Damian loped after him. He needed to handicap Jun soon, unless he was going to just run him down. But Jun was close to peek physical condition. Damian had been running twice a week with Matthew, working with his Aikido sensei twice a week and hitting the gym the other days, all in the hopes that he would be able to over power Jun properly.
He put on a burst of speed and came at Jun from the side as the trail forked. Jun shied and headed down the right hand side, just as Damian had hoped. Damian kept a few lengths behind, swiping at Jun’s butt now and then and missing, just to see his boy’s eyes widen and his breath come faster.
He pushed his rhythm and bounded up an incline behind Jun, rushing him. Jun looked back. A thin branch caught him on the side of the head. He stumbled, not even going down, but faltering. Damian rushed him, pushing him up against a tree, shoving his thigh between Jun’s leg and grabbing his wrist.
Jun
Jun screamed as his groin almost made contact with the tree. But then Damian’s hand was there, between his soft bits and the bark, cupping him and massaging Jun’s cock and balls. Jun braced himself, pushing away from Damian’s proprietary grip. The move only pushed his body back into Damian’s, Jun’s hips slotting against Damian’s upper thighs and his ass pressing against Damian’s cock.
There was nowhere to go that didn’t give Damian some sort of advantage. Jun writhed, trying to break to the side. Damian mouthed his neck, pushing him more against the tree.
He managed to get his weight shifted on his feet and kicked out. He stamped on Damian’s foot and twisted, giving up on not grinding against Damian and pushing back into him until he could turn his head and open his mouth to deliver another bite.
His teeth just barely grazed over Damian’s arm when Damian let go, a soft laughter and lips brushing his shoulders as Damian stepped back.
