Page 6 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 5-8 (The Residency Boys #7)

Jun’s entire body flexed. Damian dragged his fingers out of Jun’s mouth and gathered more cum from his face and chest. He brought his cum-covered fingers to Jun’s hole. Eyes locked with Jun’s, he smeared cum and saliva over Jun’s rim.

Jun gasped and held his breath, his wide eyes on Damian’s face.

Damian dragged one finger in a circle. Jun’s hole flexed, trying to open and reflexively closing. He caught the timing.

“Breathe, pet.”

Damian pressed in, one finger sinking into Jun’s body.

They both stilled, eyes on each other. Damian circled his finger inside Jun. He let go of Jun’s leg slowly and reached for the lube. He pulled his finger loose and cupped his hand, pouring the slick into his palm, then pushed his finger back inside, in and out, forcing more lube into Jun’s body.

Jun whimpered. His head fell back on the mattress, his eyes closing.

“Hold your legs, pet.”

Jun obeyed without opening his eyes. He slotted his forearms behind each of his knees and pulled them up toward his upper arms, splayed wide.

Damian ghosted his hand over the bruising on Jun’s torso. “How’s this area?”

“Doesn’t ache more than normal.”

“Tell me if that changes.”

Jun nodded, biting his lip as Damian’s finger slipped deeper inside. They’d never had enough time to get this far before. Jun had always either been too tired or their time too short.

Damian danced his fingers lightly over Jun’s cock. Jun was a wonder. He’d come hands-free and was still hard, his member flushed and as perfect as one of émeric’s paintings.

“You’re so tight, pet. This is going to take some time.”

Jun bit his lips. He shifted against the bed, shyness and discomfort clear in each line of his limbs.

Damian kissed the side of his ankle. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m not good at this part.”

“You’re perfect. Perfect prey caught in my den, slowly being opened up to be fucked.”

Jun groaned, shaking his head back and forth. “DaSu.”

His boy was flushing.

Damian grinned. “Embarrassed?”

Jun bit his lip.

“Does it scare you that I love this part?”

Jun whined, writhing in place. Damian barely had to move his finger to still be opening his boy up. Jun was doing half the work for him.

“What…do…you like about this?” Jun gasped.

“You. Tonight, when you were singing, you held everyone there in your palm. And now, you trust me to hold you in mine.”

Jun’s lips twitched in a smile.

Damian smiled back, twisting his finger deeper, drinking in the small groans that stuttered out of Jun. He stroked Jun’s side. “I love having you like this, open, trusting.”

“You just wanted to drag me off to your cave and eat me.”

Damian couldn’t help himself. He lifted Jun without warning and licked him hard , sucking one of Jun’s balls into his mouth.

Jun busted out a laugh, then shouted as Damian sucked. He beat his fist against Damian’s knee. Damian grinned and let Jun’s ball pop out of his mouth. He kissed the poor abused sack of soft skin.

Jun threw an arm over his face. “You…you…beast!”

Damian grinned. He lowered Jun’s ass back down to his lap and speared Jun’s hole with his finger again. With his eyes covered, Jun had no warning. Without resistance, Damian’s entire finger sank into Jun’s heat.

Jun screamed into his own arm and bit himself, riding out the shock, his hole sucking and gripping Damian.

“DaSu.”

“May I?” Damian rolled his finger slowly. “Going to let me have you? Going to be my prey, pretty boy?”

Jun flushed anew, chest rising and falling. “I shouldn’t like you saying these things. I should hate the idea of being prey, of being devoured.”

Damian kissed him again. “And yet you love it.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know why?”

“No.”

Damian slid Jun’s ass to the bed and crawled over him, caging Jun’s body beneath his own.

“Because you can be as wild as me. Because you can see how wild you make me, how much I want you. Because you can bite and scream and fight me, and as long as you are my prey, that will never stop me from chasing you, taking you, and plundering you.”

“You want me.”

“Yes.”

“Not just the idol, not the singer, but me, all of me.”

“I want all of you.”

Jun reached up, gripping Damian’s head and bringing him down until their lips touched. He kissed Damian hard. He let go when he needed air, but his hands stayed on Damian’s head, stroking Damian’s cheek and the back of his head.

“Is it bad that I want to fight you, to shout no, punch you, and still want you to promise me you’ll always win, that you’ll pin me down and fuck me anyway? I want to scream and cry and still feel you inside.”

Damian nuzzled Jun with his nose, gentling him with kisses. He could kiss this man, this skin, Jun’s body for years without growing tired of the sensation against his lips and the scent of this man in his nose.

“Remember the safe words we’ve used before?”

“Red for stop. Yellow for slow down. Green for good.”

“Do you want me to ignore your no, Jun? Do you want me to wring pleasure for both of us out of your body whether or not it wants to give it to me?”

Jun stared back at him, fear and longing in his face.

Damian kissed his jaw, nuzzled around his ear, and stroked his hands down Jun’s sides.

“I can’t go wild with you, not right now.

You’re too hurt, my precious prey. I can only taste you a little, sheath myself inside you and mark you, smear you in cum, and hide you away in my den.

But when you’re healed, I’ll take you outside and find a place where prey as strong and wild as you can fly.

I’ll run you in the woods, chase you until your heart is thudding in your ribs and your breath is rasping in your throat, and then I’ll catch you.

I’ll strip a piece of clothing fromyou every time I find you until you’re bare, and then I’ll bind you.

Maybe I’ll hang you on a tree, legs spread wide, hole forced open so I can feast. You’ll never have to wonder if I want you, my beautiful, wild, powerful mess of a man.

I’ll take you in glittering lights or covered in dirt. You’re still the same, my Jun.”

Jun surged off the bed, his arms wrapping around Damian’s neck. “Do it. Ignore my no.” He bit the side of Damian’s throat.

Damian grinned through the welcomed pain.

He shoved two fingers into Jun’s hole in retaliation.

Jun’s arms let go. He collapsed into the bed, writhing and impaled.

Damian needed to have him like this more often.

Jun uncomposed was a drug. He twisted his fingers, finding his boy’s prostate and stroking inhuman sounds out of Jun’s throat.

Jun thrashed. Good . Damian pushed in, sinking his fingers inside until his knuckles were up against Jun’s rim.

He pushed his fingers apart, stretching Jun inside.

Jun keened, music to Damian’s ears. His legs thrashed.

Damian caught them and twisted Jun onto his side, pinning Jun’s legs with his thigh and grabbing Jun’s arms for good measure.

He didn’t want to grip him by his forearms, not yet.

Jun needed more time to heal his wrists and hands.

But he could give Jun the feeling of being bound and helpless.

He pushed Jun firmly but with care into a ball with his ass pointed outward and his arms and legs tangled up against his front.

Beautiful.

He twisted his fingers one last time, scissoring them, as Jun swore and babbled, then pulled them out, forcing more lube from the tube onto his fingers. Jun sucked in air, almost catching his breath.

Damian shoved three fingers back into his ass.

Jun yowled, convulsing, but his hole stretched. Damian held him down, forcing all three fingers deep.

Jun went slack, submitting, muscles quivering, his body shimmering in sweat.

Damian didn’t let up. That wasn’t how this worked. He couldn’t let up now. He stroked Jun’s prostate, forcing pleasure into him whether he wanted it or not. It didn’t matter if Jun fought or submitted; only his safe words could change what Damian was going to do.

He rolled Jun onto his back and forced his legs apart.

Jun went willingly, a devastated whine leaving histhroat as Damian forced him open.

Just to reinforce his role, Damian twisted his fingers and pressed his thumb against Jun’s balls.

It wasn’t enough. He gripped Jun’s balls with his other hand and bore down by degrees.

Jun’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his arms fell slack on the mattress, palms up just like before, surrendering. Damian let go slowly and stroked Jun’s sweat-soaked skin.

“Good boy.”

“Prey,” Jun whispered.He sounded drunk.

Damian grinned. Jun was perfection .

“Beautiful prey.” He kissed Jun in benediction.

It was time to be inside his prey. He’d waited, he’d chased, he’d fought, and he’d rescued. Jun was his by request, by rights, and by surrender.

He yanked off his underwear and added more lube.

Jun’s hole was already dripping with it, but he wanted no dragging or burning.

Thank goodness they’d had the condom conversation on the way home from the restaurant.

Online medical documentation was awesome.

Damian crouched over Jun. Would this hurt his boy, to be fucked on his back, his organs pressed up toward the bruising?

He’d have to be careful, watching Jun for any sign of real pain, and once this was done, he could change their positions.

He grabbed his cock and pressed against Jun’s hole.

Jun felt the difference. His eyes fluttered open, and his fingers reached for Damian. Damian grabbed his hand. He pressed in, inch by inch, taking his time.

Jun panted, his body working with Damian’s, his hole fluttering and pulsing, struggling to take Damian’s thickness, but taking it nonetheless.

“Good boy.” Damian stroked Jun’s face. His beautiful person was crying, crystalline drops soaking his face. He’d worry, but this was Jun’s happy crying. He was smiling and stroking Damian everywhere he could touch.