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

émeric slid his phone across the table with the lyrics of both songs on display.

Richard read them, his grin growing.

“I see. Let’s see how they respond.”

Damian frowned. “What do you mean?”

émeric smirked. “The first public song your Jun decided to sing references getting out of prison, and he followed it up with ‘Fake Love.’”

Oh.

There was no way Bak would not respond to that. K-pop fans would not miss such a blatant declaration. The comment boards would explode in speculation before the hour was out.

“I like this boy.” Richard grinned, his eyes on Jun.

The song came to an end, and Jun bowed, then turned, giving credit to the band. When he turned around, his shirt was buttoned back up. He gave the microphone back and jogged across the restaurant to their table. He slid in beside Damian, Richard having switched sides and joined his husband.

Jun brushed his hand against Damian’s thigh under the table.

Damian caught his hand, wrapping his fingers over Jun’s, encasing them. “You know they’re going to write about every time you touch me.”

Jun’s eyes glowed like a wolf’s. “Let them.”

Damian

Back at The Residency that night in Damian’s bed, both of them freshly showered, surrounded by Bear, Téméraire, and a barely sufficient abundance of pillows and blankets, Damian held a nearly naked Jun against his skin.

They traded kisses slowly, hands wandering over each other's skin.

There was so much wonder in having Jun here willing, pliant, and hungry for him.

Damian mapped his lips and his mouth, imprinting the taste of him inside his bones.

He needed to know every part of Jun to have and to hold forever.

They stilled, just breathing each other in.

“DaSu, singing tonight, it was different.”

“How so?”

“Like there was a burning under my skin. I felt like I was on fire. I wanted them all to hear me. I wanted them to know.”

Damian ghosted a kiss against Jun’s throat. “That’s rage.”

“Rage,” Jun whispered, his fingers drawing patterns over Damian’s back and up his neck. He kissed Damian’s collarbone. “No one ever said rage would make me feel this alive.”

“If it’s true, if it burns clean. If you can tame it, then you can ride it, turn it into something. But if you deny it, if you bottle it up, it will turn on you, burn you down inside.”

“Who taught you about rage?”

“My most recent lesson or my first?”

“Most recent.”

“You, falling in love with you.”

Jun stroked Damian’s face. “And who taught you the first lesson?”

“My father.”

“Something we share.” Jun rolled so that Damian was under him. He rose to a seated position above Damian, straddling his hips. “They don’t define us.”

“Only haunt us.” Damian brought Jun’s fingers to his mouth, kissing them. “And we’re stronger than ghosts.”

Jun’s eyes smoldered. “DaSu?”

“Yes?”

“I want you.”

Damian ran his hand lightly over Jun’s bruised flesh. “I can only offer you gentleness.”

Jun rolled his hips, dragging the hot center of his body over Damian’s hardness. His head fell back, and his back rolled as he undulated, taking pleasure from Damian’s body.

“I’ll take your gentleness.” He put a hand on Damian’s chest and leaned forward, like a cat crouching on its prey. “For tonight.”

A thrill pressed through Damian. His boy wanted to play.

He gripped Jun’s ass, digging his fingers into the tight glutes, massaging them until Jun’s eyes fluttered and his breath caught. He pressed down, rolling Jun’s groin against his own. Jun’s head fell forward.

Damian raised his head to whisper into Jun’s ear. “I’ll be gentle— tonight .”

Jun squirmed against Damian, rubbing their cocks together through their underwear. “DaSu.”

“Do you want me to chase you again?”

“Yes.”

“Will you run?”

“Only if you’ll catch me.”

“I’ll always catch you.” Damian surged up from the bed, wrapping his arms around Jun.

He came upright, Jun cradled in his lap.

Damian’s cock pressed into the crease of Jun’s ass.

His boy wrapped his legs around Damian’s waist, his arms around Damian’s neck.

Damian pressed his face into the side of Jun’s neck, breathing in his person.

Jun. Jun was his.

He reached blindly for lube. “I want you, inside you.”

Jun groaned. He danced inside Damian’s grip, rubbing their bodies together. “Do it.”

Damian pulled Jun’s underwear down below the curve of his ass.

Jun let out a guttural groan, his head falling onto Damian’s shoulder.

Damian gripped Jun’s center, his palm on the base of Jun’s lower spine, his middle finger searching for Jun’s hole.

He found Jun’s opening, pressing the pad of his finger against the tightly closed aperture.

“Going to let me, pet?”

Jun whimpered, his entire body shivering. His hands gripped Damian’s shoulders. His face pressed against Damian’s neck.

Damian tapped Jun there , teasing. Then he rubbed slowly. “You’re so tight. Do you even want me inside?”

Jun gripped harder, his thighs clamping down on either side. “Getting in is your job.”

“Oh?”

Jun nodded, his face still hidden.

Damian laughed. He rubbed at Jun’s hole again, feeling the velvet skin pulse and twitch.

“If getting in is my job, then what is yours?”

Jun twisted in Damian’s arms, pushing back into Damian’s touch.

He tightened his hold, afraid Jun would hurt himself.

Jun whimpered and went still. “Making it hard.” He lifted his head, one wickedly laughing eye peeking out from behind his tousled hair.

Damian growled. He tipped Jun backward onto the mattress as fast as he dared, bending Jun’s legs upward, folding the boy in half, his rear pointing upward inside the sinfully soft mattress. He palmed Jun’s round globes, squeezing them and grinning down at Jun through his legs.

“Was that a pun, pet?”

Jun grinned, eyes glittering. “What? Going to spank me for it?”

“No.” Damian slid his hand into Jun’s underwear, wrapping his hand around Jun’s balls. “Just this.”

He closed his hand.

Jun gasped, his eyes fixed on Damian’s face. He wasn’t bound, his hands were free, and he could have kicked at any moment. Damian kept his gaze pinned on Jun, meeting his eyes, and slowly, ever so slowly, tightened his grip.

A low groan rolled out of Jun, starting from his hips and moving up his spine and out of his mouth. Jun arched into the discomfort. His hips came up and pressed into Damian’s grip. He panted, his pulse quickening.

He was so strong, all sculpted, long lean limbs bent double and offered up on Damian’s bed. His heartbeat throbbed in his balls, pulsing against Damian’s palm. The skin between his legs was soft.

Damian tightened his grip.

Jun tipped his head back, showing the full length of his throat. His hands turned palm up on the bed. His chest rose and fell.

“Shall I stop?”

“No.” Jun whimpered.

Damian kissed the inside of Jun’s knee. He stroked Jun’s thigh. Kissed him again. “I’m going tighter.”

Jun sucked in air; he nodded.

So soft, so vulnerable. Damian increased the pressure. Jun keened, his body going slack against the bed except for gasping breaths.

Damian wished he could see how hard Jun was.

But he could. He gripped Jun’s underwear, pulling them up Jun’s legs, never letting go of Jun’s balls.

Jun whimpered but cooperated, bringing his legs up and together so that Damian could drag the fabric off his feet.

His thighs fell apart as soon as the underwear was free.

He was hard. Beautifully hard. The pink end of his cock lay against his heaving belly. Damian rose on his knees so that he could lean forward and kiss it. He squeezed harder just at the same time.

Jun cried out, his hips rising from the bed.

Damian loosened his hold slowly, mere ounces of pressure at a time, until he lifted his hand free and gripped Jun’s hips, lifting Jun’s groin from the bed and bringing Jun’s balls up to his mouth like a treat for a starving man.

He licked Jun from flat, tender taint to the end of his pink cock.

Jun dissolved into inarticulate whimpers and cries.

It sounded as good as his stadium songs.

Damian needed more. He went back, painting Jun’s poor, abused balls with his tongue, parting them, and pushing them from side to side in their sack, licking up between them, and sucking one, then the other into his mouth.

Jun had a taste all of his own; Damian wanted to bathe in it.

He sucked both of Jun’s balls into his mouth at once.

Jun screamed. His legs kicked. Damian caught them, bending them double, and locked them in place with his arms, still holding Jun’s groin up to his mouth. He raised his eyes to look down Jun’s belly and chest to his face.

His boy was flushed with tears and wet with sweat.

“Mine.” Damian bit the inside of Jun’s thigh.

Jun screamed and came, painting his own face in cum.

Damian lowered Jun’s ass to his lap, still holding Jun’s legs bent double and spread.

Jun’s belly undulated. He tossed his head side to side slowly, his eyelids fluttering, catching his breath.

“Yours.” It was a whisper, a syllable on a gust of air. And yet it might as well have been a bell in the silent room.

Damian kissed Jun’s knee.

Jun raised his hand toward his face.

“Leave it.”

Jun paused, blinking up in confusion.

Damian stroked Jun’s skin. “Are you well?”

“Yes. I’m good. I wanted you, inside, but…”

“I’m far from finished, pet. If you’re well.”

“I’m…I feel…limp.”

“Limp is how I want you.”

Damian reached out, dragging his fingers through the cum on Jun’s face.

His fingers slipped over Jun’s lips. His boy’s tongue came out, tasting his fingers.

Damian smeared the cum on Jun’s mouth. Jun opened, letting Damian inside.

He rubbed the pads of his fingers against Jun’s tongue and slid them deep into Jun’s mouth until he was nearly in his throat.

Jun opened his jaw wider, swallowing Damian’s fingers down with the cum.

“Good boy.”