Page 16 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Jun breathed through, letting his heartbeat tell him when to move. He touched Collin’s cheek with his fingers, bringing himself back into time, letting them both settle, watching a slight glassiness deepen Collin’s gaze, his lips parting, his breathing evening out, growing deeper.
Collin was submitting—to him.
He must have grown wings, because he was flying. This was like lying under Damian but the opposite side, like singing to ten of thousands of people, but warmer. He would fight armies for this man at his feet, this beautiful loving creature looking to him for care and control.
No wonder Richard walked like he ruled the world. He ruled Collin.
Jun went down on one knee. He didn’t need to be a god, he needed to touch. He needed to be human.
He tucked the rope under his knee, keeping it stretched but not taunt, and ran his hands over Collin’s shoulders, checking for strain. Years of performing, including times when he’d been suspended in wires for stunt work, had given him training for sensing when a body was being held in ways that could cause damage. Collin was steady, at ease. Safe.
Jun ran his hand along the edge of the table to his right and found the hook there. He tied off the end of the rope and stood. Hands cupping Collin’s jaw, he drew him up onto his knees and leaned over him, legs apart, bracing them both. Kisses were food, and he needed to partake again. Just a press of his lips against Collin’s, holding him up by his face.
Drawing apart, he stroked Collin’s cheek just under his eye with his thumb. Beautiful eyes, pupils blown, the faintest of freckles across his nose. In the periphery of his vision, Richard, Émeric, and Damian had moved around the table to where they could see better.
“Just like that.” Jun whispered. He smiled at Collin, teasing the other man’s bottom lip with his thumb. He put the gentlest of pressure on Collin’s shoulder, easing him back down into seiza.
Trusting the heavy metal struts beneath the table, he stepped across it, and fetched the basket. Standing in front of Collin again, he set it down to his left and lifted the napkin covering so he could see inside. There was a small bowl of chocolate orbs the size of cherries. He set it on the table and took one, rolling it between his fingers and looking at Collin.
Collin’s eyes moved between Jun and the chocolate. Jun touched it to Collin’s lips and pulled it back, just as Collin was about to taste. Collin leaned forward. Jun smirked, pulling it just out of Collin’s reach. Collin settled back, waiting, not assuming.
Jun licked the ball and held it above Collin’s head. He touched it to Collin’s lips again and pulled away, this time not so far. Collin looked between the ball and Jun again, confused. A beat, and another, then Collin leaned forward. Jun let him lick this time, just once, and moved the ball an inch to the side. Collin followed. They played, Jun moving the ball back and forth, letting Collin lick just once or twice each time. Collin panted, half frustrated, half amused. Jun set the ball between his teeth and pulled Collin up on his knees again. He cupped Collin’s face in his hands and leaned down, the chocolate between his teeth. He touched the orb to Collin’s lips and bit, pushing half of it into Collin’s mouth.
It was the good kind of chocolate, dark and not very sweet so that the cocoa came through, a strong liqueur sealed inside, with traces of raspberry inside. It stained Collin’s lips. Jun wiped away the traces with his thumb, letting Collin back down into seiza again. Without a pad, his knees wouldn’t last kneeling up on the wood.
Collin savored the taste, eyes half closing. Jun ran his fingers through Collin’s hair, moving around to stand behind him. He pushed Collin’s head forward and down towards his knees by a few degrees and knelt down on one knee behind him, keeping a hand on Collin’s back so he would know where he was. Inside the basket was lube. One handed, Jun got some on his fingers. This was the part he’d been worried about but he’d asked Damian about it as they’d rested before dinner, and Émeric had promised that Collin would be prepped.
Even so, he wasn’t going to take a man without making sure it would be pleasurable for them both.
He wrapped his arm around Collin’s chest from behind, leaning over him, and felt for the softness in the cleft of Collin’s ass that guarded his inner passage.
He’d never done this before, had never taken another man, or woman for that matter. The softness of Collin’s hole reminded him of his own, though he’d rarely explored himself.
Collin breathed inside the circle of Jun’s arm. Jun pressed his face against Collin’s shoulder blade. He could feel every twitch and shift of Collin’s body. His heartbeat. His breath caught as Jun sank a finger into him.
Warmth. Tight warmth. Jun moved his finger in a circle, just feeling what it was like. He was in someone else. Not just touching them, but in them.
He closed his eyes. His head felt dizzy and his stomach flipped like he had jumped off a cliff.
He was touching another man inside.
For now, he had no desire to do this with Damian. He only wanted Damian to be inside of him, to be hunted, brought down, claimed. But Collin was soft, for all his strength. Collin was beautiful on his knees.
Jun kissed him, passionately, against his spine and twisted his fingers, making Collin’s breath hitch. He dropped his hand, feeling the thickness between Collin’s legs getting fuller. He went back to holding him and slid his finger out.
Two. They could both take it.
Two fingers was just as heady as one, if not more. He had to work for it, pulling Collin upright, letting Collin’s head fall back against his shoulder, pushing upwards into Collin’s body. Collin worked for him, pushing out and down, taking it. Jun kissed his neck, praising him in silence. It was plain that Émeric or Richard had prepped Collin to be taken, but that didn’t mean Jun couldn’t take his time.
He found that place inside that made men wild and wanton and stroked it. Collin stiffened, his breath coming in pants.
“Don’t cum,” Jun whispered.
He pulled his hand out, squeezing more lube into his palm and coating three of his fingers. It was a little more effort, getting them all in. He had to push Collin forward, his head nearly to the table, and spread his knees to make room. But then they were in. It was obscene—beautiful and obscene—his fingers buried in Collin’s body. They were being watched, he could feel the eyes of the other three on them, but to look at them would be to break the moment. He needed to be here, with Collin. The next part would be for their voyeurs but this part needed to be him and Collin alone.
He wasn’t going to fuck Collin. That wasn’t possible, not this first time. No, he was going to worship the ever loving fuck out of him.
Stroking Collin’s back, he eased his fingers out of Collin’s body and reached for the lube one more time. He spread it over his cock, mimicking the motions he’d seen Damian use, and then wiped the excess away on his leg.
