Page 102 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Jun thrashed. Sweat slipped between their bodies, making them both slide. Damian rode Jun out until his prey lay exhausted beneath him.
Damian pulled one of the syringes out of the band on his arm and thumbed off the cap. Holding it between his teeth, he forced Jun over onto his stomach. Jun struggled. Damian dropped his weight down on Jun’s back, forcing his head down with one hand. Jun grunted. Damian slapped Jun’s inner thighs, pinching them when Jun wouldn’t move them apart. Jun cursed and gave in, spreading his legs.
Damian smeared a little of the lube inside the syringe around the top of the device and slid it into Jun’s hole.
Jun shrieked and pulled his thighs together. It made no difference. The end of the syringe was already in him. Damian emptied the entirety of its contents. It would keep his prey slick and oiled for what was coming. He tossed the syringe away to find later. Even plastic and anti-shatter proof, he didn’t want Jun to roll onto it. Grass and ground were softer.
Damian reached to the side and grabbed one of Jun’s arms, forcing it up and back with one hand. The move left him half kneeling, half sitting on Jun’s back. Jun rolled onto his side, giving in to the pressure on his shoulder. He drew up his knee to kick out. Damian added more pressure. Jun grunted, letting his leg lie still.
Damian dragged the pad of his forefinger over Jun’s hole, now slick with trickling lube. Jun groaned. He shook his head, muttering denials but not safewords. Damian watched his face, adjusting his seat but never letting up on Jun’s arm or giving ground as he massaged Jun’s opening.
“Mine,” he whispered.
Jun sobbed into the roots of the grass, rocking ineffectually back and forth.
“Color,” Damian ordered.
Jun spread his fingers in his green signal.
Damian sank one finger into Jun’s body. He took it slow. His prey was still fighting, still trying to push up from the ground. Pride glowed inside Damian. His boy was strong. Each thrash, kick, and attempted mark was a sign of trust. Jun was throwing himself into the fight with everything he had short of lethal measures.
He believed Damian could take it. Could take him.
Damian bent down, pressing his lips to Jun’s heaving shoulders.
Jun
Jun knew his energy was flagging. Damian was heavy and he moved in ways that used Jun’s strength against him. Adrenaline burned in his system, making him shake. At some point he’d fought to the point of snot and tears. His stomach muscles, no, all his muscles burned from use. Damian was above him and around him.
And in him. Damian’s finger moved. Jun groaned. It was so hard not to buck back against the invasion. It was both too much and not enough. Jun pounded his one free fist against the ground and let go. A sob racked through him. It felt…good. He didn’t even try to stop the next one. Tears were streaming down his face. He hurt, everywhere. His lungs were gasping for air. The fight went out of him.
“Color,” Damian’s voice came from somewhere close and above.
Jun spread his fingers, signaling green for the second time in what felt like two minutes. He just wanted to lay there and let Damian beat and fuck whatever this thing inside him was. He flashed green again, just to be sure.
“There you are, beautiful.” Damian whispered. He twisted his finger. Jun choked out a cry, his head coming up, arching into the invasion.
“Got you. Right here.” Damian laid down along Jun’s back. He wrapped an arm around Jun’s shoulders, holding him tight and lying along his side, pinning him down while keeping that finger inside Jun’s hole. “So perfect.”
Jun clutched the arm Damian was holding him with and cried harder. He pushed back, just to feel more.
“There you are.” Damian pressed kisses to Jun’s shoulder and the side of his cheek. He bit lightly along Jun’s neck, just enough to make Jun groan. He licked the marks he’d left before. He pulled out his finger and replaced it with two.
Jun’s hole had to be dripping. Whatever Damian had used was working. Damian’s two fingers sank deep inside.
Jun arched his back and clung to Damian’s arm, screaming into the grass. He pulled up his leg and Damian let him get his knees under him. He moved his grip to Jun’s waist and knelt over him.
Jun groaned and thrashed, weakly, trying one last time to get away. Crying took so much energy. And gods, it felt clean. A fresh wave of tears poured out of him. Damian kissed his hips and bit him lightly down his thigh. He pulled out his fingers and thrust three inside.
So much, so full. He could feel Damian’s fingers in the back of his throat, as if they were pummeling through him. He tried to get his arms under him. Damian pushed him back down.
Jun arched his back, submitting. Damian moved, pulling out his fingers and framing Jun’s hips with his thighs. He pulled him up with the arm he’d wrapped under Jun’s arm, his hand spread across the base of Jun’s throat.
Jun got his elbows under him, just enough to brace as Damian sank his cock inside him.
His sobs stuttered out. Jun turned his head to the side, mouth open, gasping through the pressure, the fullness, the all encompassing sense of Damian inside him, around him, above him.
The world was quiet. The noise was just gone. The fight, the desperation, all of it. Damian rocked into him and Jun breathed in time with the motion, sucking in air, exploring the white static filling him up inside and wrapped him in a sleepy, hazy peace that smelled like Damian and sweat and grass.
