Page 104 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Damian lowered his head and nuzzled Jun’s cheek with his nose before kissing him, gentle and slow.
Jun tried to raise one arm to touch all that beauty and strength above him, but he was still too weak. If he had to, he could, but he wanted to stay here, in the waves of helplessness and softness. Somewhere else there was a world that would never let him be this, but it was far away.
Damian laid down beside him, his hands still running over Jun’s skin. He found enough energy to arch into the touch, to turn his head and show Damian his throat.
Damian kissed the bared arch and coaxed Jun’s chin down, turning Jun in against him and onto his side. Jun curled into him. Damian’s hand stroked down his back and rubbed his ass. Fingers grazed his hole and sank into him.
Jun shivered, pressing into Damian’s body.
“I’m going to keep playing with you,” Damian whispered. “Tell me if you can’t take it.”
Jun whimpered. Words were beyond him, but the promise of being played with, of pleasing, of being the focal point of Damian’s amusement and attention was too desirous to be denied. That helpless, small, beautiful state mixed with soft humiliation rolled through him again. He spread his fingers again, signaling green.
They lay there, Jun curled into Damian’s body as the breeze passed overhead and birds sang in the trees. Now and then Damian would mouth Jun’s shoulder, or kiss his cheek and stroke Jun’s hole, keeping him drifting and surrendered. In time one finger in Jun’s hole became two. Damian pushed Jun onto his back and touched him from his face to his feet. Jun watched Damian through slitted eyes, feeling a fraction more aware but still nearly immobile. He managed to bend one arm under his head so he could prop himself up enough to see Damian. The sun was higher, now. He let his other arm rest against his forehead, shielding his face.
Damian smiled down at him and spread Jun’s thighs.
Jun arched his back, offering himself. Damian circled Jun’s cock and balls with one hand, ending with cupping Jun’s balls in his palm. Eyes on Jun’s face, he closed his hand, pulling Jun’s balls away from his body.
Jun’s breath hitched. He stilled, watching.
Damian fondled Jun’s balls inside their sack, moving them one way then the other. Jun tossed his head, body twitching from the sensations.
Damian sank two fingers into Jun’s hole and closed his hand around his balls.
Something pitiful and submissive keened out of Jun’s throat. His sight disappeared. His back arched and he shuddered through the onslaught. His legs relaxed, opening wider and his arms moved to brace himself on the grass. He gasped through the waves of sensations from his onslaught.
Damian tightened his grip. Sharp heat and fear flashed through Jun. His arms collapsed and limbs shuddered. His consciousness stilled inside him, waiting on Damian’s will.
Damian eased his grip. Jun panted through the sharpness and heat. He fluttered eyes open, looking at Damian. Damian stroked Jun’s belly and kissed his knee. Jun’s heart floated up from his ribs and went out of him towards Damian. He smiled faintly through the pounding in his chest.
Damian
Damian wanted to stay in this moment with Jun for as long as they could. His boy was a thing of beauty, a picture of pride and strength surrendered in the grass, arms and legs splayed open, an ode written to trust. Purple bite marks adorned his throat. His nipples were peeked and tender looking from being suckled and mouthed. The last brown and green marks from the bullet marked his side and waist stood out as an inscription to courage. His muscles were lax but visible beneath the sunlight. His hole pulsed around Damian’s fingers, still wet and loose from being taken.
“Yours,” Jun whispered.
Damian blinked back tears, power, awe, need gripping his chest. He twisted his fingers inside Jun, rubbing that place inside him. Jun groaned and writhed.
He wanted and Jun offered. He caressed Jun’s balls again and pulled on them. Soft, stuttered cries worked their way out of Jun’s throat. Damian played with him, fucking him with his fingers, kissing and biting his thighs and tugging on his balls by turns. Fresh sweat broke out over Jun’s skin. He was going to have to get his boy water soon.
But not yet. The moment wasn’t ready to be broken. Jun’s surrender, his open acceptance was too precious to carelessly release.
He bent over, taking Jun’s cock in his mouth just to taste it, speared his tongue against Jun’s slit, nibbled his way down the thick vein on the underside and sucked one ball, then the other into his mouth. He dragged his teeth across Jun’s taint and caught the base of Jun’s ballsack between them.
Jun screamed, chest coming off the ground. But his hands remained in the grass, open.
Damian licked the area he’d bitten and went back to kissing between Jun’s thighs, his fingers continuing to make themselves at home inside Jun’s body. His eyes focused on the bruises at Jun’s neck. Things of beauty. He needed more. He pulled his fingers out and turned Jun over again, and bent over, taking mouthfuls of Jun’s ass.
Jun’s feet beat into the ground and he grasped at the grass, crying out. Damian moved from one ass cheek to the other. He dragged his finger nails down Jun’s back, leaving red marks, then moved to his legs, biting and scratching. Jun moaned, kicked weakly, and tossed his head by turns. He suffered, the tears coming back to his face.
And yet his body remained pliant. Fear filled his eyes as Damian turned him onto his back again and curled his fingers around his balls. Damian stared back.
The fear turned into surrender. Jun pushed his groin up into Damian’s hand.
If Damian had been standing, the move would have brought him to his knees. Awe and a need to be worthy flooded him. He kissed his way up to Jun’s chest. He took one nipple between his teeth and met Jun’s gaze.
Jun shuddered, sucking in a breath.
