Page 18 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Jun reached into the basket and pulled out a banana. It was half wrapped in a condom and barely ripe at all, still very firm. He held the blunt end to Collin’s lips. “Get it wet.”
Collin couldn’t, not at that angle. Jun pulled him upright and swirled the banana in Collin’s mouth like he had the chocolate bar. Then he pushed him back down, and eased out his cock, pushing the condom covered end of the fruit into Collin.
He broke off the stem part and peeled the banana back to the point it entered him. Then he reached for the rope and pulled.
Collin’s arms drew upward, forcing him forward on his knees, but also suspending him so that he couldn’t fall. Jun glanced towards Damian. Was he doing this right?
Damian came around the table, adjusting Collin’s knees and gesturing for Jun to take the rope up a little further, then he stepped back, just barely, eyes smoldering.
Jun’s hand shook as he reached for the basket again. The air was oppressive with three aroused doms watching him. Collin panted, his cock hard beneath him. With his knees spread and his chest lifted, it was easy to see his need.
Only a few more steps.
Jun pulled the napkin fully away from the basket, the bottom was a container holding everything for a banana split: nuts, candied cherries, liquid caramel, whipped cream, chocolate syrup. He wasn’t going to be around for when Émeric dug the ice cream out of the small fridge across the room.
He poured the syrup over Collin’s shoulders, making him gasp. It flowed over his shoulders and dripped in two lines down either side of his neck to the table. He did the same below Collin’s arms, only small portions, but enough. His hands were still shaking. It was time for someone else to take over, soon. But he had to finish.
Caramel was next. It was warm to touch and in a shallow bowl. He held it in his hands and reached under Collin, swirling Collin’s balls in the concoction.
Collin mewed. “What—what are you doing?”
“Making you a dessert,” Jun said. His voice was husky, almost hoarse. “Don’t your doms look hungry?”
Collin groaned.
Jun tipped the bowl over the peeled end of the banana, drizzling out more caramel, then setting the rest aside. The whipped cream was also in a bowl, just larger. He scooped out handfuls, dropping them in the chocolate on Collin’s back.
“Open your hands.”
Collin obeyed.
Jun filled each palm with whipped cream. It would never last. Everything was already melting and running, but he only needed a moment.
He set a cherry on top of the mounds of cream in each of Collin’s palms, and slid away, crouching on the table.
“All yours,” he said, casting a look at Émeric. The dark Frenchman looked feral, Richard no better.
Damian was already moving towards him, deeper into the corner. Just as well.
Jun ran the two strides it took to cross the table towards the door and leapt, running for the Den.
He didn’t dare look back. Damian was already after him. The doorway flew by him and he flung himself at the cave. He never made it. His Alpha grabbed him from behind, taking them both to the rug. He couldn’t see anything but carpet. Damian straddled him, breathing hard. Jun struggled and Damian’s knees tightened. He was making quick work of his shirt, then his pants, holding Jun down as he worked his way out of them.
And then there was a stiff, hot slick cock sliding into him. Someone was screaming and it was probably him. He was being fucked across the rug, his hole already tender from use, his just spent cock being rubbed into the carpet.
Alpha jerked him up on his knees, a beautiful mercy and slammed back into him, grinding Jun home, onto his cock, their hips pressed together, then, then there was liquid heat spilling inside of him.
“You, Gang Junseo, are everything,” Damian gasped.
Damian
It was a long time before Damian felt he could move. It was as if he had emptied his life into Jun’s innermost bowels. His boy seemed un-inclined to do more than lie there and recover. But in time, kneeling was no longer comfortable. Damian drew out and rolled onto his back, bringing Jun with him. They needed to wash. They needed a bed. They needed water. But not just yet. He pried his eyes open, checking Jun.
His beautiful boy, his precious prey, gazed back at him, eyes fluttering, a fucked out, exhausted look in his features.
He took one of Jun’s hands and put it to his mouth, licking caramel and chocolate from his fingers. “Dessert.”
Jun laughed. And then Damian laughed. They lay on the floor, rolling with mirth, all the emotions, the intensity bubbling through them. Eventually, he found the strength to sit up, then stand. He dragged Jun to his feet. His boy was swaying, and there were things happening tomorrow, though what all it would be was unknown.
