Page 13 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
“Except then. Collin on a roll can even put Richard in his place.” Damian fingered the tag in Jun’s ear. “Tell me about taking instructions from Richard.”
“It was good. Did you mind?”
“When it comes to Collin, Richard and Émeric have the final say. If you’re being allowed to play with him, follow their instructions. I’ll tell you if there’s an exception.”
Jun nodded. “You’re not jealous?”
Damian shook his head. Amusement swirled in his chest. “You’re many things to me, wolfling. When I want your abject submission, I’ll make you submit. You won’t have the option of listening to someone else. You’re building your own relationships with Richard and Émeric, just as I have. You’re free to do that. I want you free to do that. Even if that means there are others that you sometimes answer to, they know and I know who your Alpha is. It’s our responsibility as the dominants in the household to communicate with each other. You’ll never be put between us, having to decide.”
“Alpha.” Jun pressed his face against Damian’s chest.
They lay together for a while. Ready to cement their conversation, Damian pulled off the blanket and wrapped his arm around the front of Jun’s neck, holding Jun against his chest, his wolfling’s back to his stomach. He hooked his legs around Jun’s, pulling him open and fisted Jun’s cock.
Jun whimpered, hands coming up to grasp onto Damian’s forearm.
“Want to see you hard,” Damian said. He squeezed Jun’s cock. “Show me.”
Jun groaned. Damian reached around, finding lube, and pouring some over Jun’s groin. He went back to playing with Jun’s cock, tugging, pulling, lifting it away and stroking Jun’s thighs.
Jun gave in, beautiful, small sounds coming out of his throat. He thrashed, but didn’t try to escape.
Damian turned Jun’s face upward, kissing him fiercely, then more slowly. They made out, Jun’s hands coming up to hold Damian’s head. Damian alternated between playing between Jun’s legs and cradling him, stroking him.
It was loving. Dominant and submissive loving. Taking time, moving slowly, breathing together.
Jun’s length eventually twitched in Damian’s hand. Damian eased back. “Can’t let you come, wolfling.”
Jun growled, bucking up.
Damian slapped him on his cock head. “Collin wants to earn his words back. You don’t want to leave him mute, trapped in his paws all night, do you?”
Jun shook his head, he leaned upwards, begging with his body for another kiss. Damian gave it. “Still my caught prey?”
Jun’s breath stuttered in his throat. He nodded.
“Once I catch you, you’re my captive until midnight, unless I keep you in a cage or tied up.”
Jun nodded again.
“Kneel up and spread your legs, facing me. Put your hands behind your back.”
Jun obeyed. It was obscene in the best way, his hard cock standing out in front of him, red and wanting. Damian stroked it, making Jun shudder.
With his hand on the back of Jun’s neck, he forced Jun head down and leaned over, checking Jun’s hole. His boy was slightly pink and used from the morning, something to pay attention to, but nothing that would stop his plans. He stood up, telling Jun to stay, and fetched cream to help.
Jun
The afternoon rolled out in one long, slow ribbon of peace. For once, Jun’s mind was quiet. He was warm. He was fed. There was no one pounding at the door, no demands beyond Damian’s care and control. And even though all of that peace and the closeness had an end somewhere up ahead, those thoughts were far away.
A little before the time they’d agreed to meet for dinner with Richard and Émeric, Jun slipped out of the Den in search of water, dressed in a loose pair of sweats hanging on his hips. There didn’t seem to be a point to putting on a shirt.
The door of the playroom was open and low lights on inside. Jun’s steps slowed. He’d never seen the space before, even though he knew this was where Émeric had elected to have their evening meal.
He hesitated, not certain of an invitation.
Émeric and Collin were already there. Émeric was smoothing a dark green tablecloth on a large wood table. The shine on the wood gave the impression that the entire thing was made from a solid slab of old, gnarled timber, preserved under a glossy protective coating. Collin lay in the center, naked, wrists tied together and pulled above his head, a rope disappearing under the under table at one end, and the same with his ankles to the other end. He looked at peace, eyes following Émeric.
“Jun.” Émeric lifted his head, his hands stilling.
