Page 16 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 5-8 (The Residency Boys #7)

There was such a sparkle in his eye. The minx in this bed was so faraway from the contained, controlled robot of earlier, recounting a crime to the camera, it was hard to hold the disparate reality that they were the same creature on the same day.

He needed to think of what kind of a dominant he wanted to be to Jun. Did he agree and spank him because he had asked? Wasn’t that Jun topping from the bottom? Did he mind?

Brats bratted because they wanted…

They wanted to be caught. They wanted to lose.

Damian grinned at Jun. “I’m not going to spank you. You were naughty and bit me. So we’re going to do something else instead.”

Jun narrowed his eyes.

Damian reached out his hand. “Come on, don’t you want to know what we’re going to do?”

“I think you’re planning to be mean. I’m not sure I know your mean side. Not like this.”

Damian chuckled. “Are you going to use your safe word, or are you going to let me be mean?”

“What if I don’t use my safe word and I run away?”

Damian moved before Jun had even finished asking the question. He flipped Jun onto his back and straddled him, grabbing his hands.

“I don’t think you should risk running away, little wolf. You’re still healing.”

Jun bucked. “You didn’t even let me run.”

Damian held him down. “As your alpha, it’s my job to take care of you. Today, that means not letting you run. Do you need to fight?”

Jun screwed up his face. He pushed and tugged at Damian’s hold for another few minutes, trying to oust Damian from his seat on his hips, but in the end, he sagged.

Damian stroked Jun’s wrist with his thumb. “Done fighting?” Jun was covered in sweat and breathing hard. “Ready to be punished?”

Jun’s eyes widened, but he was still breathing too hard to talk well.

“You didn’t think I’d let the bite go, did you?”

A little bit of a smirk touched Jun’s lips.

He’d done that on purpose, and now he was going to get punished, get his way, just a little bit, but not the way he planned.

He certainly had Damian’s full attention.

This was the push-pull Damian was finding he relished.

The more they learned each other’s ways, the more epic their play would become.

Damian leaned down and brushed his lips over Jun’s.

Jun arched up, trying to deepen the kiss.

Damian gave him just a second more before pulling back.

He linked his fingers around Jun’s wrists and dragged him up.

Jun followed. Damian helped him from the bed, still not giving Jun his hands back, and led him over to a cabinet.

He opened it with one hand and snagged a pair of leather cuffs.

“Still green?”

“Green.” Jun’s eyes were fixed on the cuffs. He didn’t try to slip away as Damian wrapped them around his wrists and linked them together. Restraining him was as easy as pushing his hands above his head and linking the cuffs to one of the waiting rings set in the wall.

Jun moved his hands and blinked, realizing he was secured. “What’s this?”

“This is what keeps brats from getting in my way while I set things up.”

Damian unfolded a bondage table and set it up in the middle of the open space in the room, a good four or five feet away from the foot of the bed. He ran his hand over the surface, checking it. Perfect condition. All he needed was a brat bound to it. And he had one ready to go.

Jun was more curious than feisty. He came willingly, watching as Damian used two more cuffs to attach his ankles to rings on the side of the table.

Once Jun was bound ankles and wrists on his back, Damian pulled over a chair and sat down next to him.

He ran his hand up and down Jun’s side, down to his leg and back up to his chest.

“Normally, I’d put a strap over your belly, but we’re going to be careful about that for now. Nothing too hard.”

Jun watched him, waiting. He wasn’t flying and out of his mind like Damian would have wanted him, but they’d had a long day, his body was still healing, and Damian himself was tired.

He pulled out a bag of sensory toys, starting with a fairly blunt tracing wheel. He let Jun see it and then traced a line up Jun’s ribs. Jun squirmed, half laughed, and twisted, trying to get away.

Damian laughed with him. He ran it over Jun’s sternum, down his arms, and over his nipples. Jun bit back a screech and arched into it. “Damn, that thing, guh.”

“It gets in your head, doesn’t it?” Damian set it down and retrieved a tiny feather duster. He dragged it over the arch of Jun’s foot. Jun shrieked, pulling his feet back but getting nowhere.

“Still want to keep playing?” Damian asked.

Jun nodded.

Neither of them looked like they were going to come, but this was intimacy.

Damian found himself relaxing into it. All his thoughts were focused on Jun and Jun’s body, his reactions, each mark and line on his skin, the way his muscles moved over his bones and the tendons flexed.

He kissed a line down Jun’s thigh and ran the edge of a hard back sponge over the side of his knee.

Jun whimpered, squirmed, and cursed in turn, relaxing into the occasional kisses and kicking out when something surprised him.

When Jun was thoroughly sensitized, Damian pulled out the clothespins. He thumbed Jun’s nipple and attached them slowly.

Jun groaned, arching into the biting pressure. He blinked hard and gasped for air, adjusting.

“That’s…that’s a lot more than the other things.”

“Well, I said I wouldn’t spank you, but I can give you a taste of pain.” Damian kissed Jun’s chest. “I’m going to do the other one.”

“I must be crazy, but yes, please.” Jun panted and bit his lip.

Damian pulled Jun’s lip out from between his teeth. “Best not do that.”

Jun nodded. His arms strained. Damian went back to his other nipple. He flicked it until it stood up a bit more and played with it, then attached the end of the clothespin just when Jun had started to relax.

Jun jerked once, instinctively, then groaned, giving into the pain. Damian watched. Jun was beautiful like this. He was fighting the sensations, then leaning into them, breathing through them, letting them fill him up from head to toe as ripples ran through him.

“Do you want more?”

Jun half laughed, half panted. “I only have two nipples.”

“Clothespins can go anywhere.” Damian pinched some of the loose skin on Jun’s balls and latched one there.

Jun howled. “Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, Fuck !” His thigh strained and flexed in and out. He kicked at his ankle restraints, his abs rippling. He sucked in air, calming down gulp by gulp. “I should hate you right now.”

“But you don’t.” Damian folded his arms on the side of the table and rested his head against Jun’s ribs, looking at him. “How do they feel?”

“Awful and amazing. I’m not sure we should have done this. Now I’m going to want more.”

“I won’t let you. If you want pain, you have to get it from me. No hurting yourself.”

“I’m pretty sure it won’t feel half as good or half as safe if I try this myself, so yeah, no. This is all on you.”

Jun’s eyes were watering, and bits of sweat slid down his temples. Damian wiped the moisture away. “I’m going to take them off. And that’s going to hurt worse.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“When I unbuckle you from the table, don’t touch. Don’t rub anywhere.”

“Why?”

“Because it will fuck with your head and make the feeling last longer.”

“Okay.” Jun sucked in a bit of air. “Got it.”

Damian plucked the clothespins off, one right after the other.

As Damian reached for the last one on his ball sac, Jun screamed, “No!” Damian didn’t slow down.

No was not a safe word. If Jun decided he needed his no back, then this was a low-stakes test around which to have that conversation. He snatched off the last one.

Jun vocalized, not really a scream, not really an indrawn breath, but somehow a strangled version of both at the same time. “Fuuuuck!”

Such a good thing that this room was fairly soundproof and a little set away from the bedrooms where Jun’s bandmates were resting.

Jun writhed on the table, pulling on all four corners, his hips bucking up into empty air. “Good gods, that hurts.”

Damian didn’t touch him. He wasn’t going to give Jun more pain, but he was going to let him enjoy all that he had without distraction. Breath by breath, Jun came back down, his movements becoming smaller and smaller and his sounds deepening and slowing into soft moans.

“Fuck, DaSu, I did NOT want you to take that last one off.”

“And now?”

“Tingly.” Jun laughed, letting himself sink into the table. “It throbs.”

“Yes, they do.” Damian allowed himself to run his hand over Jun’s belly, helping him center. “Did you like it?”

“Maybe not as much as when you smacked my ass, but damn, that was intense. I feel clear.”

“Pain has a way of clarifying things, even ourselves. It washes the mess away for a moment as long as it’s controlled and doesn’t create more mess.”

“Feeling that, for real.” Jun laughed in a tired, shattered way.

Damian unbuckled him and helped him to his feet. “You’re probably going to get cold in a minute since you’re already tired. Let’s get under the covers and warm you up before that fully hits.”

“What about Bear and Téméraire?”

“Once you’re in the bed, I’ll go get them.”

“And Artemis?”

“Artemis has her own schedule, but I’ll leave the door cracked.”

Damian set the room back to rights and cracked both the exterior and interior doors.

There was something so settling and weighty, in a grounding, comforting way, feeling Jun’s residual heat on the leather of the bondage table as he wiped it down and folded it away.

Now all he wanted to do was wrap himself around his little wolfling and sleep.

He didn’t even want sex. This wasn’t about getting off; this was so much more.