Page 10 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16

“Hey.”

“Jun.” Émeric looked up and whatever he saw made him smile, slowly, that dangerous light in his eyes.

Jun grinned back, wolfishly. A foodie and a sadist. Perfect.

Jun made it back to the Den about twenty minutes later. Richard and Collin were already there, Richard and Damian standing in the open space between the back of the nearest couch and the rug that marked the start of the sleeping area. Collin was kneeling beside his master, collared and leashed.

“You may beg now, Kitten,” Richard said. He stroked Collin’s hair, making eye contact with his submissive as he spoke, but looking over to Jun right after.

There was just a hint of a question in his eyes.

Jun gave a wide smile and joined the three of them. “How do kittens beg?”

The question left Richard’s eyes, replaced with amusement. “That’s up to the kitten.”

Collin made an embarrassed, whimpery sound. He crawled to Damian and sat up at his feet, then put one paw on Damian’s thigh.

“Very pretty, Kitten,” Damian said. “But I don’t know what you want.”

Collin looked over his shoulder at Richard, but Richard only raised an eyebrow. Collin dropped his head. His shoulders slumped. He turned back to face Damian and carefully, inch by inch, pawed higher, until he was nearly but not quite touching Damian’s cock through his pants.

“Do you want pets?” Damian asked.

Collin shook his head. He went back down, his paws resting on his knees.

“I’m sorry, Kitten,” Damian said. “But I don’t know what you want. You need to show me.”

Collin’s face flushed darker. Jun’s stomach flopped, both in excitement and in shared embarrassment. Collin was way too attractive like this.

Slowly, Collin turned himself and leaned forward, his chest to the floor and raised his ass. Then he spread his thighs.

“Do you need to be fucked?” Damian asked. “You look like you’re asking to be bred, Kitten.”

Collin nodded, embarrassed tears in his eyes.

“Oh, you’re hard.” Damian looked up at Richard. “You let him out of the cock cage?”

Richard nodded. “Émeric wanted the kitten all natural today. Of course, that does mean fucking him could be somewhat messy. I can tell him to hold it, but he’s not exactly trained for control.”

“No, I suppose not.” Damian knelt down and stroked Collin’s dangling cock from root to tip with his thumb and fingers. “Well, I was going to have him over the back of the couch, but if there’s going to be a mess, I guess we can do it somewhere else.”

“I can hold him.” Jun heard the words leave his mouth before he realized what he was going to say.

Both Richard and Damian looked at him. Collin was covering his face with his hands, his cock getting harder by the moment.

“Hold him?” Damian asked.

“To make sure he doesn’t come.” Jun shrugged. “That’s all it takes right? If I hold him tight enough, nothing happens?”

Richard’s lips twitched with amusement. “Yes, that would certainly stop the mess.”

Damian and Richard arranged Collin leaning over the back of the couch. Collin could just stand on his tip toes with his legs spread. Richard sat on the coffee table, facing Collin, brushing his hair out of his face, and telling him he was beautiful. Jun sat with his back to the back of the couch and one of Collin’s legs almost pinning him in place. It was odd to be looking at Collin’s ass and groin without seeing his face. Almost as if Jun were disconnected from Collin himself and had been presented with a toy. A toy he was very aware was connected to a person he cared about, but nonetheless a toy.

Damian pulled off his pants and stroked his cock, getting himself hard and opening a bottle of lube. Jun reached up and cradled Collin’s balls in his palm, bouncing them. Collin’s thighs twitched.

“Is Jun playing with you, Kitten?” Richard’s voice asked from the other side of the couch.

Helpless little mews answered him.