Page 101 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
A sharp sting lit Jun’s right ass cheek. A slap.
Damian
Jun scuttled back, swinging around to face Damian. Gods, he was beautiful like this. Wild. Instinctive. Covered in sweat, his chest heaving, his hair wet from both the water and exertion. There were bits of forest all over his frame. A certain indignation from being struck on his beautiful rear lit his eyes from within.
Pride beat through Damian’s chest. This was his person. His Jun. His wolfling. His precious prey.
“Run,” Damian growled.
Jun growled back and spun away, feet throwing up dead leaves.
Jun
Jun shuddered as he fled. Even though he wasn’t scared, he was…scared. His blood was pumping, his back tingled from knowing a predator was behind him. His arms and legs pulsed as he churned over the trail, seeking speed. His rear still burned from the touch of Damian’s palm.
He glanced behind. Damian was there, not right on him, but not far. For a man with as much thick muscle as Damian had, he could move. Jun fainted right, trying to lose him by leaving the trail. Damian didn’t waver. Jun headed back to the main path. Maybe he could drop behind a log somewhere and disappear. He needed to breathe.
The trail came out on an open grassy clearing. Absolutely nowhere to hide. Jun looked back again. Damian had slowed a little, giving them space. Jun stopped in the middle of the clearing, breathing hard, facing Damian. There was a good ten meters between them. Jun bent over, hands on his knees.
Jun shook his head. Dammit. A good half of him wanted to give in. He knew what Damian’s touch felt like. He wanted all that primal warm body on top of him. But no. The other half of him was churning with indignation. Damian got nothing until he earned it. Until he put Jun down and made him stay. He got nothing until he made the rest of Jun want to be his helpless, subjugated prey.
He wouldn’t—couldn’t—let Damian win. If Damian wanted a pet today, he was going to have to earn the right. Jun backed away, slowly.
Damian prowled towards him. Everything about him was beautiful. His abs tightening and creasing as he breathed. His thigh muscles rippling. Not fair, not fair. Not fair.
Damian walked in a half circle, spiraling inwards. Jun narrowed his eyes.
Jun shuffled in place, then backed away in a different direction to keep his eyes on Damian.
Fuck it, it was time to move. He spun around and darted across the grass. He fell, immediately, into a low section, the grass hiding how deep the drop of the ground was.
Damian dropped on top of him, a great, warm weight with arms and legs caging him in.
Jun fought, twisting and turning. All the pent up nervous energy of the chase ripped free. He snarled, clawing for purchase against the ground and bucking up under Damian. Damian grunted, thrown off for a moment, but he didn’t let go. In an instant, he was back on top of Jun.
Damian put his hand on Jun’s head and pushed him into the grass. Jun screamed. Then screamed again just because it felt…wild. And fitting. He kicked and rolled and then turned and sank his teeth into the soft skin of Damian’s armpit. No deodorant or foreign taste there, just Damian’s sweat and skin.
Damian bellowed, rising up just enough that Jun jerked his arm free. He rolled, making a break for it.
A hand wrapped around his ankle, yanking him from his crouch to his belly. Jun yowled, clawing at the grass for purchase. Damian wrapped an arm around Jun’s head, forcing Jun to arch his head to the side.
Jun shuddered. Fuck.
Damian’s teeth grabbed him by the back of his neck. Jun grunted and bucked. Damian’s teeth tightened. Instincts rolled through Jun. His hands relaxed in the grass. He dropped his head, letting Damian hold him and lay flat under Damian’s body. His heart thudded in his chest. Damian held him down for a long count. Then slowly released. Jun waited, staying loose on the ground. Until he felt Damian let out a long breath.
He twisted at his hips, bringing his elbow up and back, hitting Damian in the ribs. Damian fell to the side. Jun scrambled for purchase, getting one knee under him. He broke for it.
Damian
His wolfling was more wildcat than wolf. Damian wheezed through the pain in his side, blinking back tears in his eyes and grabbed at Jun. His boy was almost free. Damian’s hand slipped on Jun’s lower leg, dragging his shoe off. Jun turned back, fending Damian off with a kick.
Damian heaved himself up and pulled Jun down by his arm. They rolled together in the grass, wrestling face to face, until Jun turned away, trying again to get to his feet. His other shoe was lost to the grass. Damian pinned Jun by his lower legs and pulled off his socks. He dragged his fingers over Jun’s arches.
Jun cursed a blue streak, in at least three languages. He turned himself into a pretzel to pummel Damian into defense again.
Damian surrendered Jun’s feet just to flatten him back to the ground. Jun dropped, breathing hard. Damian straddled him, capturing Jun’s wrists.
“Beautiful prey.” Damian whispered. He licked Jun’s chest and caught Jun’s nipple between his teeth.
