Page 5 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Damian grabbed Jun’s balls and squeezed. Jun screamed.
Damian laughed. “Stick out your ass.”
“No.” Jun said it just because he could. He tightened his entire body, including his ass cheeks, but he couldn’t quite get his thighs together with Damian’s hand between them, gripping him.
Damian squeezed Jun’s tender orbs. Pain rolled through Jun’s torso, making him shudder and dance. He almost hung by his wrists. Thank goodness the shower was one of those with no-skid floors.
“Alpha!” Jun shrieked.
Damian’s hand remained tight, crushing him. “Ass out. Safeword or show me that pretty little hole of yours, prey.”
Jun’s head swam. Dammit, he loved being called pretty. But being humiliated at the same time, guh. He was spinning in sensations, physically and mentally. His ass presented itself without a conscious thought, his back arching, creating a stretch between his arms overhead to his rear, presented to Damian’s tender mercies.
Damian’s hand stayed wrapped around Jun’s balls. He pressed the dildo-shaped shower head against Jun’s hole and circled it, spreading lube against Jun’s crease. “Push out. This is going inside.”
Jun whined mulishly and pulled on his wrists. “Why?”
“Because,” Damian pushed, the first bit of the shower head sinking into Jun’s anus, “there’s so much cum inside my prize catch I have to wash you out.”
Blood rushed to Jun’s face and neck. He flushed down to his shoulders. Water gurgled into his guts. Damian sank the rest of the shower head into Jun’s hole, until some sort of outer handle stopped him. Jun’s hole tightened around the thin part just before the handle, the entire thing staying inside on its own. Jun gasped for air and let it out in short, hard puffs, trying to adjust to the invasion.
“Fuck you.” Jun gritted out.
Damian ran his hand in a circle around Jun’s belly. “No, fucking is what happens to beautiful prey that let themselves get caught.” Damian wrapped himself around Jun’s back, his hands roaming. He kissed around the deep bruise in Jun’s neck and the many smaller bruises over his back and shoulders.
It was impossible not to relax into Damian’s touch. “Still fuck you,” Jun mumbled, eyes closing.
“Oh? And who’s being a naughty prey and putting up a fight after being caught?”
Jun groaned in protest. The water was really filling him up now. His stomach was starting to extend just a little. There were a few cramps, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
Damian turned off the flow but left the head inside, effectively plugging Jun so that nothing leaked out.
“Well, now we need to empty you.” Damian turned Jun around, his wrists crossing over his head and backed him into the wall. “How are we going to do that?”
“Let me go?” Jun half grinned.
“Not sure I can trust you.” Damian stroked Jun’s face. “I should just make you release it right here. The drain can handle it.” He carded his fingers through Jun’s hair, scratching his scalp. Jun’s eyes fluttered. Hands in his hair shouldn’t feel this good, not when he should be spitting and fighting. Damian didn’t fight fair.
He didn’t notice until the plug started to slide out of his hole that Damian had used his other hand to sneak down to his ass. His cheeks tightened around the plug.
“Nuhuh, give it up, pet.”
Jun shook his head.
Damian leaned against Jun’s chest. “Give it up.” He nuzzled Jun’s cheek, then his throat. “Go on, give me the nozzle, pet.” He tugged, lightly, back and forth, tapping pleasure centers inside Jun’s body.
He whimpered and shivered but not for any sense of cold.
Damian’s voice dropped an octave. “Give.”
His muscles relaxed of their own accord. Damian pulled the shower head from his ass and Jun clamped down again, catching all but the smallest dribble of water.
Damian set the shower head aside. Their eyes met again. Damian’s gaze was calculating, dark, careful, as if he hadn’t yet made up his mind.
As if he might not let Jun go.
Jun held Damian’s gaze, waiting, neither begging nor showing fear. Was he afraid? He didn’t know. And he wasn’t going to know until Damian decided how he was going to move forward. Because the how mattered, more than the what.
