Page 15 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 5-8 (The Residency Boys #7)

They made ice cream sundaes together and ate them, everyone leaning on the center island in the kitchen except for Geun, who laid on it, his feet sticking over the edge, sharing a monstrous bowl with Su-jin.

“All right,” Gigi said, as they wrapped up. “You boys be good. Mi Hi and I are going to go watch Disney movies.”

“I want to watch movies,” Su-jin said.

“Girls only!” Gigi held up her hand.

Su-jin pouted.

Geun pushed off the counter. “I’ll watch movies with you.”

“Princess movies?” Su-jin batted his eyes.

Geun narrowed his.

“Cooking shows?”

“Not Cupcake Wars .” Geun clarified.

“ Great British Bake Off .” Su-jin pressed his hands together.

“Hn.” Geun swiped Su-jin off the floor and tossed him over his shoulder, moving toward the stairs.

Su-jin kicked his feet and laughed, not resisting at all. He smiled from his upside-down position and waved goodbye as Geun carted him off.

“Geun really does like him.” Jaewoong sighed, looking after them. “He just can’t say it.”

“He’s doing it.” Yohei shrugged. “Does he have to say it?”

“I don’t think Su-jin knows he likes Geun,” Jun said.

Damian, Jun, Yohei and Jaewoong cleaned up. Yohei offered to play a board game with Jaewoong, and they disappeared.

“I think they’re giving us space,” Jun said, looking around the kitchen.

Damian wrapped his arm around Jun’s waist. “Do you not want them to?”

“No, space is good.” Jun nuzzled into Damian’s cheek, returning his embrace. “I can hang with them tomorrow.”

They put out food for Artemis and a bowl of water, then left, leaving the door open to the kitchen so the cat could get in.

Damian

It was only once they were upstairs that Damian remembered he’d given permission for one of the guys to take his room. Housekeeping had moved his personal effects out of it and into Richard and émeric’s suite. He paused for a moment, and Jun looked at him with a question in his eye.

“Do you mind sleeping in Richard and émeric’s room?”

“Wouldn’t that be Richard, émeric, and Collin’s room?”

“Collin’s only stayed here once, so he hasn’t really established himself in any particular room.”

“If they don’t mind, I don’t mind. I’m guessing your room is taken?”

“It is. And that’s fine. Richard and émeric had my things moved in here. The bed is a bit different.”

Jun frowned but followed Damian into the door.

There was an entryway with a closet to one side and a bathroom to the right of that, and then the door straight ahead was the bedroom proper.

Damian shut the outer door and dropped the suitcases.

Jun put down the bag of their stuffed animals and looked around. “Bedroom?”

“Through here.” Damian opened the door and let Jun get a full look at the bed.

It was a thing of awe: black, textured metal, king sized with four posters and a canopy of matching curtains and gold retaining ropes.

The entire thing was set up on a cage, divided with bars down the middle to make containment areas beneath the thick mattress.

There were attachment points and rings set in all the pillars, the headboard, and the footboard.

Jun stared at it, his mouth starting to fall open. “Their room in the city doesn’t…it’s nothing…not like this.”

“I think their mentor had a bed like this. They enjoy it.”

“Do you?”

Damian rubbed his face, feeling a blush coming. “I’ve spent quite a few nights in the cages underneath.”

“Oh.”

Jun dropped to his knees and took a closer look at the space beneath the bed. “You slept there?”

“If you join in group play where I’m submissive to Richard, you may see me sleep there again.”

“You would let me see you be submissive?”

“I’m not ashamed of it. If it makes you uncomfortable, though, Richard and I will keep it between ourselves.”

“No, I don’t want you to not have things that are important to you. But I don’t know the rules. Who would tell me what to do if you’re being submissive but I’m there?”

“Me or maybe Richard. I’d still be your dominant even if I’m submitting to someone else. And if I can’t be, then you wouldn’t be submissive to anyone or you’d let Richard guide you. I’m not asking for any of that, though. It has to be something you naturally want.”

Jun blushed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I mean, Richard is hot, he has that…air about him. But I barely know how to have sex with you.”

Damian pulled Jun in and held him. “There’s enough going on. Ask a question, and I’ll answer it as best I can, but the pacing is yours.”

“What if I fall in love with one of them?” Jun stroked Damian’s shirt, eyes down. “I don’t know if I can play with them without falling in love with them.”

Damian kissed the end of Jun’s nose. “Then you fall in love with them. I’m not going to tell you that you can’t love someone.”

Jun smiled and kissed Damian back on the lips, a quick hard press. “I want to shower.”

“Well, fortunately, we have a beautiful shower.”

They washed together. Damian saw Jun trying to clean himself and pointed to the hose attachment made for the purpose and explained how it worked. Jun was bright red, but he stumbled his way through rinsing out with Damian’s verbal instructions and seemed proud of himself when he’d finished.

“I’m not going to go inside you tonight,” Damian said, helping him dry off.

Jun glared at him.

“You’re still sore from this morning.”

Jun glared harder. He leaned forward and nipped at Damian’s neck and dashed out of the bathroom, running toward the bedroom.

Damian followed just fast enough to see Jun leap up on the mattress and land face down in the covers. He truly had a dancer’s training and ability to fly. Damian gave himself a running start and joined him, dropping down on Jun and pinning him to the sheets.

Jun grunted, his air leaving him, and wiggled his butt against Damian’s cock.

“No, I’m not giving you dick tonight.”

Jun turned his head and waggled his eyebrows, then nipped at Damian’s wrist, the only part of his arm he could reach.

Damian swung one leg off Jun’s body and slapped his ass. “I said no.”

Jun giggled. “Do that again?”

“This?” Damian smacked Jun’s ass with the flat of his hand.

“Yes.” Jun groaned and raised his rear as far as he could in the air with Damian half pinning him.

“I don’t know if I want to.” Damian teased. He massaged the round globes of Jun’s posterior. They were strong and muscular and felt like the best kind of thick pillows under his hands.

“Please.”

Damian grinned. “Why?”

“It feels good.”

“Do you want to be spanked, little wolfling?”

Jun growled. He pushed up against Damian’s weight. “No, I think I’ll just bite you.”

He was strong, and just for a second, he twisted the opposite way Damian thought he would and was out from under him. Instead of running, he rolled back, latching on to Damian from behind and closing his mouth over the side of neck, right at the base where it met his shoulder. He bit down.

Naughty little fucker.

Damian growled, coming up off the bed, but Jun clung on.

He rode Damian up, clinging with his arms and legs and sucking hard.

He was going to give him a bruise. Damian swiped behind him, pushed at his ankles, and shifted his weight.

Nothing was dislodging the K-pop idol attached to his back.

Damian rolled to the side of the bed and got his feet on the floor.

He backed into the pillars, pinning Jun down, and struggled to pry his feet off his waist. Jun was locked.

Nothing was moving him. Every time Damian gained an inch, Jun regained it somewhere else.

The brat had his face against the back of Damian’s head and was shaking with laughter.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to play.” Damian reached behind him and stroked a finger over Jun’s hole.

Jun moaned and rocked his hips forward. He was completely distracted when Damian pinched the back of his balls.

He screamed and let go. Damian half caught him, half threw him on the bed. Jun hissed, twisted, and lashed out with his elbows. He was wild. Damian grinned, climbing fully into the bed after him.

They rolled back and forth across the mattress, avoiding the edge by mutual agreement. Damian’s elbow hit Jun’s stomach once, a glancing swipe. Damian paused. “You okay, your stomach?”

Jun panted and nodded.

“Words, Jun.”

“I’m okay. Let’s not do that again, but okay.”

“Let me see. You might be a pain slut, not sure if I should trust you.”

Jun laughed, letting go and rolling onto his back so Damian could check his bruises. “Just because I want you to spank me?”

“Because you said it felt good.”

“Hm.” Jun closed his eyes, letting Damian run his hands up and down his stomach. “This feels good too.”

Damian kissed his hip bones and the softness just below his belly button. “I still owe you for that bite.”

“Hm.” Jun smirked. “Are you done playing doctor?”

“For now. You’re getting cream in your butt before we sleep.”

Jun grunted, rolling over. The moment had passed, but he was still excited. His cock had been hard, and he didn’t look like he wanted the moment to be over. “When can we play for real?”

“Primal play? Chasing? You as prey?”

Jun nodded, eyes wanting. He looked adorable, hair tousled, feet in the air, kicking slowly, his arms around a pile of covers holding up his chin.

“One more week. For your abdomen’s sake. Then we can play for real. There are barns and fields here. We can run outside and use the heated spaces in the barn, if necessary, since everyone else is also here.”

Jun purred. “I want it.”

“We need to go over limits.”

“How do you do that?”

“I have a list that helps me remember everything, and then we both write down on our own list what we want, what we won’t do, and things we can explore carefully.”

Jun smirked. “I want spankings.”

Damian crawled up the bed and wrapped him in a sideways cuddle hold. “What’s this newfound fascination with spankings?”

“Because you spanked me and I liked it.”