Page 103 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Tears ran silently from his eyes. He reached back, touching Damian’s thigh, needing more. Gods, he was cracked open. Years of masks, the walls of his defenses, they were gone. All he had was Damian.
Damian
Damian ground his hips against the mounds of Jun’s ass, bring them together as deep as he could. His boy was limp and pliant, moving only to cling and arch up into Damian’s taking of his body. He pulled Jun up, listening to his breathing. There was grass on Jun’s cheek. He brushed it off, holding Jun against his chest so that they were both on their knees. There was no fight any more. Jun was his, submitted and gone under, his mind in a transformed state. Tears ran in tracks down his face, but there was no distress in his eyes when Damian turned his face towards him. He plucked more grass from Jun’s cheek and kissed the marks it left behind.
“Alpha.” The title fell from Jun’s lips. He might not even know he had said it.
“Mine,” Damian said, like the benediction it was. He ran his hands down Jun’s belly and over his thighs, checking for injury. There was nothing serious. Jun dropped his head back against Damian’s shoulder, baring his throat. Damian nuzzled it and went back to fucking up into his boy. They stayed like that, following their instincts to some slow drum beat, their bodies rising and falling together. Damian palmed Jun’s cock, stroking him until he was warm and hard. Then he picked Jun up and moved him to fresh grass, away from the sunken place they’d started. He pressed Jun down on his hands and knees and spread his thighs, kneeling between them and going back into the place that felt like his particular home.
Jun whimpered. Damian reached under him and squeezed his cock, pulling on it as he drove into Jun.
Jun gave a soft cry and stiffened, his arms and legs shaking with his orgasm, his back arching, his head coming up.
Damian pushed him down to his belly, never leaving his hole. He sank his teeth into the side of Jun’s neck as Jun shuddered and cried out, jerking as his cum left him. His hole spasmed around Damian, almost dragging him over the edge into bliss. Damian focused on the bite, forcing back his own eruption.
Jun went limp. Damian let go and stroked the hair away from Jun’s face. His head was turned to the side, pillowed on the grass, his hands relaxed and open, his limbs sprawled out where Damian had pushed him down.
Damian kissed him under the ear and down the line of jaw. Jun’s eyes fluttered.
Damian moved his hips carefully, dipping in and out of Jun’s hole. Jun mewed, softly, not in pain, but as if he couldn’t make himself go another step.
Damian caressed Jun’s hair and stroked down his spine. He switched hands, his finger traveling the curve of Jun’s nose, down to his lips.
Jun’s tongue poked out, catching the tip of Damian’s finger. Damian smiled to himself. His boy was drifting, as good as high on drugs.
He swiveled his hips, fucking up into Jun. His boy tried to tighten his channel, to cling to him.
“No, just lay there,” Damian nipped at Jun’s shoulders. He put both his hands down on either side of Jun’s ribs and focused on fucking up inside his prey.
His orgasm came, full and strong. His abdomen tightened and his cock pulsed, flooding Jun from the inside. But he was clear, so clear, watching Jun’s slack face the entire time. The pleasure rolled through him, deep and satisfying, but nothing like the nirvana of having Jun under him, blissed out and drifting. He lowered himself over his boy, curling his arms around Jun’s head and shoulders, hiding him from the world. He pressed kisses to Jun’s hair, his forehead, the arch of his ear.
Protectiveness thrummed in his chest as if it could rewrite his DNA even more than Jun already had just by breathing. He kissed his way down either side of Jun’s back, over his shoulders and neck, tending to the bruises he’d put there. More. He needed to give more. Turning Jun over was simple. He held himself over his boy, his knees on either side of Jun’s hips and pressed his forehead to Jun’s breathing in the same air.
“Mine.”
“Mine,” Jun whispered against Damian’s lips. His voice slurred.
Damian nuzzled his throat. He could bite and suck later. Now was the time for gentleness. His beautiful prey had given him everything. He deserved care. Damian could give him nothing else.
He pressed his lips to Jun’s collar bones and down his chest, over his ribs, pressed his face to Jun’s belly. Sitting up on his knees, he smoothed his palms over Jun’s thighs, lifting his legs. Cum marked the cleft between Jun’s glutes. Damian kissed his way down between Jun’s legs and raised Jun’s ass to his mouth. Jun whined and tried to close his legs.
Damian bit his inner thigh, gently, in warning. Jun whimpered. His legs fell open, letting Daman do as he liked.
Jun
Jun drifted in sunlight and warm hands. In all the languages he could speak, he didn’t have one word for the state he was in. Fragile. Powerful. Beautiful. Nothing at all.
Damian’s.
He was Damian’s.
Damian held Jun’s legs folded up and bent back, exposing his hole. Jun shivered, almost sick, ready to cry again as Damian licked his hole clean.
Damian dragged his thumb over Jun’s opening, the pad of his digit slipping inside. Jun’s ass spasmed, trying to suck Damian deeper.
Damian lowered Jun’s legs and crawled up his body so that he was on all fours, braced over Jun again. Jun fluttered his eyes open in the shade of Damian’s shoulders.
“Alpha. DaSu.”
