Page 6 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Damian reached up, not breaking eye contact, and unlatched Jun’s wrists from the wall. “Toilet, pet. We’re inside today. Show me how good you can be.”
How could just being cleaned take so much out of someone? He was suddenly sleepy. Jun clenched his way out of the shower stall, following his wrists in Damian’s grip. Neither of them looked and Jun had never been so grateful for a bidet attachment in his life. He stayed subdued until Damian had him back in the shower, hands secured again and his chest against the wall. Damian squeezed his ass with both hands.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Jun prodded.
“No.”
The shower head was back. Jun groaned and thumped his head against the shower wall. “Again?”
Damian's shoulders moved against Jun’s back like he was laughing. He pushed with the shower head against Jun’s hole. It slid in, feeling like it had been re-lubed.
Jun growled, going up on his toes as it speared him fast and unrelenting. What was it with Residency doms and hard metal things? He was never going to tell Damian what a mind fuck it was to just be breached and entered like that, as if Jun’s alpha really had all the rights to his body, no questions asked. It made his insides soft, his cock hard, and his head float.
Damian probably already knew because he was sliding an arm around Jun’s waist, coaxing him back down onto his heels and rubbing gently over Jun’s stomach. “Got you. Just give in, you’re already caught. Hard parts over.”
Jun whimpered. Whatever it took for more of this. Damian smiled against Jun’s skin and pressed kisses to it. “There you go, pet. Take it. There’s no escape. It’s inside you now. You’re caught. It’s going to fill you up whether you want it or not.”
Jun writhed, the words doing the opposite of calming him. It made him hyper aware.
Damian rubbed his hand more firmly over Jun’s belly.
“Why do I think you’re fantasizing about making me look pregnant?” Jun snapped.
“Because I am. Not pregnant, just caught and pumped full and helpless.”
Jun groaned. A cramp hit him and he curled in on himself as much as he could. Damian forced him upright, rubbing his belly.
“I think I’m full.”
“Not nearly.” Damian rubbed the cramp until it released. “Few more seconds.”
Jun whined. Wanting the toilet stole his brattiness. He looked at Damian through his lashes over his shoulders to check to see if his Alpha was considering other avenues again.
But he wasn’t. A few moments later, he led Jun out of the shower once more and allowed him a modicum of dignity. Then he towed Jun back in and reattached his hands above his head.
“Isn’t twice enough?” Jun whimpered as Damian washed and re-lubed the shower head.
“No,” Damian pressed a kiss to Jun’s shoulder and sank the shower head back into Jun’s ass without warning.
Jun braced himself against the wall with his forehead, his entire body moving as Damian pushed and pulled until he was satisfied with how deep he had the nozzle. “You’re being so good, taking your cleaning. Keeping your cock hard for your hunter.”
Gods, he was still hard. Jun squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face against his arms as Damian both played with the nozzle in his ass and teased Jun’s cock with his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re embarrassed,” Damian murmured. “I could watch you for days like this. Your cheeks are red, you get all soft. Even your muscles feel different. So many sides to you. You were so fierce a little while ago.”
“Because you have a shower head up my ass,” Jun spat.
“This?” Damian wiggled it inside Jun. “Is this making you all pliant and submissive?”
Jun could only whine in the back of his throat. It was so awful, and yet so good. “I’m…going…to bite you…for this!”
After the shower—which was a full shower, though Damian never let Jun have his hands back—they returned to the Den together and crawled onto the bed where Damian rubbed lotion all over both of them and more cream into Jun’s crease. Damian put on lounge pants but denied Jun the same option. He texted on his phone briefly, then changed his mind and offered Jun shorts. Jun relaxed face down on the pillows, his ankle tucked under Damian’s. He wasn’t fully under anymore, though Damian’s dominance was there like a warm blanket. He felt relaxed and aware.
“Are you sleeping?” Damian asked.
“No.” Jun turned his head towards Damian. “Just resting.”
“What do you think about living in the U.S?”
