Page 15 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
He didn’t need the constant touch, not now that he had these men and their extended community in his life. Mi Hi was coming to feel like a sister. Linda the aunt he’d never had, even though they’d only spent a few hours together when she was painting part of the mural on the walls of the Den. Ellisandre was the eccentric cousin. Even Ash belonged, for all his clumsiness and difficulty looking any of the 5N boys in the eye.
“I didn’t learn it in China, but it was almost all my mother and I spoke at home, especially once I started kindergarten. She wanted me to know where I came from. Later, um…well, there were economic reasons for being allowed to continue practicing when I was in Korea.”
Émeric met Jun’s gaze, the compassion there almost too much to stay with, but Jun pushed himself.
Collin laid his cheek against the table, shaking his head when Richard offered him one more bite of food.
Émeric stood, starting to clear the dishes off and setting them to the side. Jun watched, waiting. A few moments later, Émeric placed a basket on the table behind Collin. He tapped it, catching Jun’s eye. Jun nodded back.
Richard poured everyone another round of drinks. Jun slipped away to use the hallway bathroom. He knew better than to do what he was planning on a full bladder.
Everyone was sitting when he returned, except for Collin who still lay on the table, now on his side, one leg drawn up to his stomach. Jun slipped his pants off at the door and crawled up on the table from the point closest to the door.
The soft lights were beautiful on Collin’s skin. The curve of his ass and the shadows in the dips of his hips were mesmerizing. Collin’s face was turned towards Richard, listening to his master speaking about something to Damian.
Jun traded looks with Émeric, the only one who appeared to know what he was doing. Jun slunk over the table on his elbows and balls of his feet. He grasped Collin’s free ankle and pressed his lips against the back of Collin’s knee.
His prey gasped, his foot kicking back. Jun held him down, nibbling a line up the back of Collin’s outstretched thigh to his ass. That he mouthed, rubbing his face against the thick muscle.
His victim gave up struggling. Jun glanced at the end of the table. Collin was covering his face with his hand and was almost turned on his stomach, hiding against the table. That left so much untouched skin to cover. Jun glided his hands up Collin’s back, pressing the length of his naked body against Collin’s skin. His lips ghosted over the back of Collin’s neck. “Kitten.”
Collin shuddered.
Jun ran his hand down Collin’s front, stroking his belly, pressing Collin’s hips into his own. Soft, hard, strong, surrendered. Jun slid his body against Collin’s, feeling the warmth of their skin against one another. He ran the back of his hand over Collin’s cock and grasp the front of Collin’s thigh, lifting it and turning Collin onto his back. Still stretched between the rope tethering him by one wrist and one ankle, Collin lay stretched out under him, their chests touching.
Jun held himself up on his hands, half over him, half braced against the dark wood. Collin gazed up, chest rising and falling. His bound hand was still holding Richard’s. Jun curled his fingers under Collin’s chin and dragged his thumb over his lips.
Richard pressed Collin’s hand in his and let go. He undid the rope.
Jun mimed the hand position he wanted to Richard, folding his arms behind his back and cradling his elbows in the opposite hands. Richard gave one nod of his head in acknowledgement. He glanced towards Émeric.
Émeric nodded in agreement.
There was electricity in the air. Jun didn’t dare look towards Damian. If he did, he might lose his nerve.
Émeric undid the rope around Collin’s ankle.
Jun wrapped his hand behind Collin’s neck and kissed him, pulled him up from the table and guided him to kneel upright, his ass resting on his heels and the sides of his feet. As he fed from Collin’s mouth, Richard bound Collin’s arms behind him. Only when Jun felt the tugs and movement from Richard cease did he release Collin’s lips. He stood, his feet on either side of Collin’s knees, and threaded a length of rope overhead at a hard point on the ceiling right.
He checked the tension of the rope. He didn’t want it pulling Collin forward, not yet.
Collin was watching, his eyes a little glassy, his lips wet and swollen from being kissed and sucked and nibbled. He was holding position, perfectly settled on his knees, the tops of his feet flat on the table, his weight resting on his soles, back straight, body leaning a little forward from the bondage of his arms, head tilted upwards to look at Jun. Except for his arms being behind his back, the entire posture was a beautiful example of seiza, Japanese proper sitting.
There was a man on his knees, at his feet.
Jun forced himself to stay still, holding Collin’s gaze. He knew what they looked like. He felt what they looked like. Nerves made him want to hurry on. Years on the stage, of knowing human emotion, the journey it took to watch something made him stay. He breathed into the moment, letting it grow.
He was giving a gift.
And taking one.
Moments mattered.
Artistry mattered.
And right now Émeric, Richard, and Damian would be memorizing this moment.
He was memorizing this moment. The headiness of it, the sense of power, the awe of what Collin was giving, the way want and need and bareness ached inside his own belly, echoing the need in Collin’s eyes.
