Page 17 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Collin was still as Jun had left him, leaning forward on his knees. Jun brought his cock to Collin’s entrance and rested the tip there, against the slightly open orifice. Collin was still, breathing, waiting as if it were an action. Jun pressed his lips to Collin’s hips, one side, then the other. He spread his legs wider, so he could mold himself against Collin’s ass. The head of his cock sank into Collin’s body.
Butterflies and mountains. Jun closed his eyes, needing to feel the sensation of pressing inside, of the heat of another around him, of being encased and pressed and surrounded, of holding another to him and taking them.
He wrapped his arms around Collin, guiding him upright. It was an embrace, more than a hold, one arm around Collin’s stomach, another around his chest. Collin turned into him, nuzzling his face, breathing through the invasion of his loins.
Jun eased deeper, dragging Collin against him and moving forward on his knees until they were pressed together, his entire length inside Collin and the swell of Collin’s ass resting on Jun’s thighs.
“Beautiful.” Jun whispered.
Collin whimpered, just a little, quiet, and soft. If he had had his hands, he would have been clinging to Jun, he could feel it. Collin’s body was trying to cling without the use of his arms. His fingers, where they could bound as they were between them, reached out, and stroked Jun’s chest.
Jun fucked up into Collin slowly. He was the other man’s fourth partner of the day, though he was certain Collin could take it. Richard wouldn’t have made declarations that would damage his submissive. Not with how much care he had trained into Damian.
The soft pants Collin made, the way his eyes fluttered—ugh, Jun almost bit his cheek to keep his control. Instead, he glanced up.
Damian was standing at the end of the table, facing them, his fingers just touching the edge of the wood. He wasn’t smiling, the look on his face was far too intense for mirth. He was staring, lips parted, eyes heated. Aroused.
Jun’s chest ached, feeling as if it were suddenly expanding, reaching out to Damian. And now he wasn’t alone with Collin, but he was also with Collin. He was aware again of Richard and Émeric standing to the other side of the table, Émeric with his arms around Richard.
Jun slid his hand up Collin’s throat and grasped his jaw, turning his face towards his Master and his Sir. “Look,” Jun whispered.
Collin mewed, his hips grinding down on Jun’s cock, his eyes wide and desperate, gazing towards his dominants. His fingers scrambled for purchase. Jun gave in, grabbing one of Collin’s hands in his, gripping him back.
Collin groaned, relaxing against Jun’s body, eyes falling closed again, as if being stared at was too much to handle.
Jun reached for the basket. It took a little fumbling to find what he wanted, but it was at the top, a chocolate snack bar, one of the long ones that was thick all the way around, with caramel and crunchy crackers inside, making it strong. He tore the wrapper off with his teeth. Collin’s eyes fluttered, his attention drawn to the sound.
Jun sucked the end of the bar into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it. Milk chocolate flavor coated his tongue. He tipped Collin’s head back against his shoulder, then pressed the end of the bar to Collin’s mouth. “Lick, don’t bite.”
Collin opened, taking it deep and getting it wet and warm. Jun stroked it over Collin’s tongue until the outer shell was soft, and then slid it down towards Collin’s throat, careful not to go all the way.
He pulled it out and Collin sucked, wrapping his lips around the chocolate and caramel bar. Jun tugged and Collin let it go, licking his lips, chocolate smeared around his mouth.
Jun dragged the bar down the arch of Collin’s neck and over his chest, down to his belly. Collin panted, watching the trails of chocolate left behind.
It was like painting, if the canvas was warm and breathing. But his brush was getting dry. Jun tapped Collin’s mouth, demanding entrance. Collin accepted, licking and sucking, until the bar was melting again. Jun drew patterns on his thighs, up his ribs, down the length of Collin’s cock.
The third time Collin opened his mouth before Jun even pressed the bar against his lips. Jun pushed forward, making both of them kneel up on their knees, so he could thrust into Collin. He held him with one arm around his chest, the chocolate bar in his mouth, almost in his throat, and plowed.
The whimpers and half strangled moans Collin gave were a drug.
Jun clung to him, his orgasm mounting inside him. He looked up, feeling drunk, at Damian. There was so much intensity there. Jun’s own hole twitched. That was the look of a hunter. There was no way he was escaping the evening without his Alpha mounting him.
He welcomed that.
Someday, he might relish and linger in the power rolling through him, but for the moment, it was almost overwhelming. Too heady. Beautiful, but swirling around him until he almost couldn’t breathe, too many things to think about, so much responsibility.
He put the bar sideways in front of Collin’s mouth like a bit. “Hold,” he ordered, closing Collin’s mouth around the bar, and then he bent him forward, holding his hips and bucking up into him.
So much untouched skin. He took the bar from Collin’s mouth and drew an R and an E, one above and one below Collin’s arms, and then he dropped it to the table in favor of chasing his pleasure. Collin squeezed around him and he went over the edge of bliss, pleasure thundering through him as he released.
He didn’t lose himself, but it was close. He leaned over Collin, breathing against his spine, catching his breath. Slowly, he sat up, but held Collin down.
“Look,” Jun whispered.
Collin blinked, turning his head towards Richard and Émeric
“Your Master and your Sir are hungry. You should serve them dessert.”
