Page 11 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
This was fun.
“Shorts off, wolfling,” Damian ordered.
Jun looked up, surprised. He pushed back against the couch, getting his butt off the floor, and pulled his shorts down without getting up, tossing them to the side, then went back to what he was doing. He trailed his fingers over Collin’s smooth taint and the line of his ballsack, then down his cock. There was a little moisture at the tip. Jun rubbed it into the red, swollen glans. The whimpering continued. Jun put his hand on Collin’s thigh and held him.
Damian stepped in between Collin’s legs and gripped the globes of Collin’s ass, spreading him open. His eyes met Jun’s. There was a zing in Jun’s chest. Suddenly he wasn’t just playing with Collin; Damian wasn’t just dishing out his part in Collin’s funishment. They were playing together.
“There you are, Kitten, second to last cock before you can speak again. And all because you spoiled Émeric breakfast.” Richard made a tsk sound, as if he were actually disappointed. “At least this time Jun is going to help you not make a mess.”
The sounds coming from Collin’s throat were of pure mortification. Damian surged forward. Jun leaned around Collin’s leg to watch Damian’s cock disappear into Collin’s ass. Jun put his fingers next to Collin’s hole and felt Damian sinking inside.
Damian looked down at Jun, something primal in his eyes. He wasn’t smiling, but he looked alive, like he was thrumming with how alive he was.
Jun kissed Collin’s ass and went back to stroking Collin’s cock. As Damian drew out, he gripped Collin by the root and squeezed. Collin wailed, a true sound of having something taken.
“Jun,” Richard called out, “in a couple strokes, a tug on Kitten’s balls will keep his orgasm at bay.”
Jun popped his head over the top of the couch. “Got it.” He stroked the inside of Collin’s thigh and on Damian’s third withdrawal, cupped his fingers around Collin’s balls and tugged gently but insistently. They were full, warm, and soft in his hands.
Collin keened and thrashed; Damian pinned him to the couch, keeping Collin’s thighs open with his knees.
“Deep breaths, Kitten,” Richard said.
Collin’s body heaved as he gulped air. Damian gave him a moment and went back to fucking in and out.
Jun wrapped his hand around the base of Collin’s cock and balls, holding firmly. Collin shuddered and went lax against the couch as Damian sped up.
“Good Kitten,” Richard said. His voice sounded closer and the couch moved as a body settled on it. “You’ll have to thank Jun for helping you not make a mess.”
Collin whined.
“I know. You’re sensitive. And you’re not used to holding. The cage does that for you.”
Collin gave soft little mews.
Jun looked up. Damian was close. His breath was getting shallower and his eyes were closed as he held Collin’s hips and drilled in. Collin’s cock tried to twitch in Jun’s hand. He tightened his grip.
Damian’s eyes opened and he looked down at Jun as his orgasm took him over. He groaned, grinding his hips into Collin.
Jun’s belly tightened. Fuck. Damian was beautiful, and every inch his Alpha, glowing with sweat, warm muscles on display. He couldn’t reach Damian, so he kissed Collin’s hip, his eyes locked with Damian’s the entire time. Their kink brother deserved the kiss anyway, after bringing them that much pleasure.
Damian pulled out slowly. Jun rocketed up on his knees. He grabbed at Damian’s hips, not letting him step away, and licked the end of Damian’s cock where a string of cum hung from his glans.
It was dirty, and wild and he wanted more. He shoved Damian’s whole cock in his mouth, sucking it clean and then turned on his knees.
A dribble of cum was starting to leak from Collin’s hole. Without a thought, he grabbed both globes of Collin’s ass and spread him with his thumbs, licking up Collin’s taint and dragging his tongue across Collin’s hole. It tasted like Damian and Collin. Salty with traces of sweat. It wasn’t delicious, but it was real and the absolutely desperate squeal Collin let out went straight to Jun’s cock. He shoved his tongue inside and sucked, searching for every bit of Damian he could find, laving Collin inside and out, cleaning, then soothing.
Collin struggled at first, then fell against the couch.
Jun sank back on his heels, taking in his work. Collin was completely clean, except for a glistening of saliva. He slapped Collin’s cheeks gently.
“Is he clean now?” Richard said, amusement filling every layer of his voice.
“Yes.” Jun wiped his mouth on his arm. “All clean.”
“Stay, Kitten.” Richard got off the couch and came around to the back. He spread Collin again and surveyed Jun’s work. “Very good. And you kept him hard. Hands and knees on the floor, Kitten. Let me see you.”
Collin pushed himself up and off the couch on shaking limbs. He lowered himself to all fours, taking a posture with his eyes down, his knees apart and his hands braced.
