Page 3 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16

Jun bucked up against Damian’s length. Damian dragged his hand down Jun’s body, keeping Jun’s head in place with a grip on his hair. He wrapped his hand around Jun’s cock and fingered his balls. Jun groaned, tossing his head back as much as Damian allowed, showing his throat.

Damian leaned in, biting and sucking at the vulnerable arch of Jun’s neck and squeezed his balls in his palm.

Jun’s legs stiffened and spread. He hissed into the pain, lying open, his arms loose.

“Mine. My prey. My wolfling.”

“Yours.” Jun whispered, his voice tight.

Jun

Jun let the pain of Damian’s grasp on his groin seep through him, making him soft and pliant. Damian’s mouth on his neck ignited chemicals in his blood that left him drunk on his Alpha. Moments before he had felt like he could fight the world with bare hands if necessary—and that knowledge remained, quiet and deep beneath the surface — but here and now, in his Alpha’s grip, fairly caught and submitted, the fight subsided. His strength and his weakness drew his Alpha to him.

He pushed into Damian’s hand, just to feel Damian’s grip.

No where else could he be weak, except here, inside the Residency. No where else could he be broken, could he give up his power and simply be a creature, a nervous system of wants and urges.

Damian laughed, dark and low against Jun’s skin. “You need a shower, pet.”

Jun growled. Showering sounded like work. He’d rather stay here and be Damian’s squeeze toy.

Damian kissed Jun’s stomach. “You’ve had three cocks in you. Time to clean up.”

Jun’s cheeks burned. How had he forgotten about that? He wanted to be fucked again, even though he was still tender. Or to fuck, if allowed.

“Up.” Damian tugged on Jun’s balls. “Shower.”

“Don’t want to.” Jun couldn’t hide his grin. “Can’t make me.”

“I thought you were my captured prey.”

“Hm-hm.” Jun nodded, looking up at Damian’s face. “Captured. Means I can’t go anywhere.”

Damian paused, watching Jun for a moment, then laughed. He grabbed Jun’s wrists and flipped him over. Jun went without a fight. Damian straddled him, then started searching for something. He wrapped cuffs around Jun’s wrists and hooked them together. “Well, if you can’t move, I’ll take you.”

He opened the cave completely. Hands around Jun’s waist, he hauled Jun off the cushions and out of the blankets. Jun squawked and kicked. Damian dragged him over his knee and slapped Jun’s ass.

Jun squeezed his thighs together, making Damian work for it. What was the fun of just giving in?

“Nuhuh, open.” Damian pushed Jun’s legs apart, letting Jun dangle on either side of his leg.

Jun pressed his bound hands against the floor, laughing, still squeezing his thighs together.

“Open your legs.” Damian slapped Jun’s ass again. He sounded like he was about to lose his composure as well, and join Jun’s break from gravitas.

Jun shook his head, grinning madly.

Damian’s hand in his hair, pulling hard, brought him up short.

That hurt!

“Open. Your. Legs.” Damian punctuated each word with a slap on Jun’s ass. He was chortling even while he dropped stinging strikes.

Dammit, Alpha could laugh and spank. Groaning, Jun eased his thighs apart.

“Once prey is caught, prey has no rights to deny hunter his body.” Damian stroked Jun’s ass, balls, and cock. “I should put you on display somehow, keep all of this on show for my enjoyment.”

“I’m not one of your butterflies,” Jun protested, but he was still giggling and looking over his shoulder.