Page 12 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Richard stroked his back in silent praise, then turned to Damian who was putting his pants back on. They started to talk about dinner. Jun tuned them out, eyes on Collin. He was so beautiful, controlled yet vulnerable, submissive and yet unbound by the pressures to repress his needs.
Jun crawled to Collin. On instinct, he rubbed his face against Collin’s hip and laid kisses up Collin’s ribs to his arm, then nuzzled. Collin nuzzled back.
Damian
Damian gave Richard a look and dropped his eyes to their two submissives on the floor, drawing Richard’s attention to them. Richard’s eyes were alive and satisfied, a bit of a gleam in them. This was Richard unleashed, playing fully. This was the power of what they had built at the Residency.
Jun and Collin were getting lost in each other, not kissing, but leaning against each other, breathing the same air, ghosting their lips over each other’s skin, feeling the life and the touch of the other.
Richard shook his head, amused and pleased. “We shouldn’t let them go too far. Collin needs a rest before dinner.”
Damian nodded and knelt down beside Jun. He greeted Collin with fingers in his hair, kissing him on the forehead and claiming Collin’s attention, letting him feel the love Damian had for him after using him. Collin leaned into Damian’s hand, giving his palm soft tiny kitten licks.
“Beautiful, Kitten,” Damian murmured. “I’m going to take your playmate now. Your Master is going to make you rest.”
Collin rubbed up against Jun one more time and sat back on his heels, looking up at Richard. Richard ruffled his hair and stepped towards the door. Collin crawled after him, settling in at Richard’s heel.
Jun watched them go and slumped against Damian. His cock was hard and curving upwards away from his thighs.
“Come.” Damian tapped his thigh.
Jun blinked slowly and crawled towards him. They were in that kind of headspace, then. Jun’s eyes were unfocused, his pupils blown, but his movements submissive. Had playing with Collin done this?
He let his wolfling follow on his hands and knees to the rug in front of the cave and moved some of the pillows and bolsters around so that he could lean against the outside of it. He spread his legs and tapped the floor between them. Jun crawled into place, curling into Damian’s chest.
For several minutes he let Jun rest and took time to collect himself. It wasn’t often that Richard offered Collin up and it was always heady, the way his kink brother bent to him and surrendered. He stroked his hand over Jun, remembering the impish light in Jun’s eyes as he had played with Collin, torturing him and denying him.
He fingered with the tag in Jun’s ear. “There’s a streak of sadism in you,” he murmured, “playing with your kink brother like that.”
Jun curled in tighter.
Damian hugged him, just to make sure that Jun knew there was no reproval in his words. “Are you cold?”
Jun nodded. Damian grabbed a throw blanket and covered him. He went back to playing with his boy’s hair. “What are you thinking?”
Jun gripped the waistband of Damian’s pants. “Butterflies.”
“In what way?”
“Am I a butterfly or am I a man? Am I submissive or am I dominant? I feel like both.”
“Both.” Damian soothed his hands down Jun’s back beneath the blanket. “Some people evoke dominant energy from you, some evoke submission.”
“I was feeling both.” Jun swallowed. “I wanted to please you. I wanted to please Richard.” Jun paused, waiting as if he expected a response. Damian waited. Coming to terms with his switchiness was something he’d had time to do; those tendencies had shown up slowly over years and only crystallized in his thirties. Submitting to Richard had fulfilled him for years before the urge to dominate had come to be. Jun didn’t have those advantages and Damian wasn’t going to push him quickly towards any one conclusion or other.
Jun breathed out, heavily. “I wanted all of it. I wanted him to cry and I wanted you to pull out and fuck me right beside him. Both places were in my head.”
“Too much?”
“No.” Jun laughed as if he couldn’t believe it. “It was so much. Not too much.”
Damian laughed and kissed Jun’s forehead.
“I don’t want to be in charge, though.” Jun looked up at Damian, eyes large and beseeching. “I don’t know enough. I don’t want that weight. I do that already, with the guys.”
“You won’t play with Collin without us,” Damian agreed. “But he’s always going to feel a little submissive towards you, even socially.”
“Except when he’s working.”
