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

Damian settled his groin against Jun’s ass. “There. I have you.” He rolled his hips slowly, letting Jun experience him completely inside.

Jun closed his eyes, arching his spine and clenching around Damian. “Feel you.”

“I feel you.” Damian drew in and out, just a little, enough to give Jun the sense of a soft fuck.

Jun sighed, his body loosening around Damian’s cock, accepting him. He flexed, gripping Damian experimentally.

“Please tell me you know what this feels like because I want to say you feel huge, but I’m not trying to stroke your ego or I don’t know…” Jun trailed off.

Damian gripped Jun’s hand and squeezed. “Richard has taken me often enough I do know what it feels like.”

Jun laughed. “Thank heavens.”

Damian stifled a laugh against Jun’s shoulder. “Now you’re glad that Richard has fucked me.”

“Gods, yes. Imagine if you didn’t know what you were doing.”

Damian couldn’t help it. He laughed out loud. Jun laughed. It was good, Jun shaking with mirth while speared on his cock.

“You should tell Richard.”

Jun groaned. “I’ve already made myself a fool in front of him.”

“I’m sure you’ll do it again.”

Jun slapped him without heat. Damian grinned. He thrust into Jun again, wiping the scowl off Jun’s face and making his mouth go slack.

For several minutes, that was all they did, Damian slowly moving in and out of Jun’s body, cradling Jun between his arms. He loved it, but eventually Jun needed to be off his back.

Holding Jun against him, Damian eased back, lowering himself down onto his shoulders until he had Jun sitting astride him, still impaled.

“Ride me.”

Jun glared down, holding himself up with his hands on Damian’s chest. He moved a little, struggling for purchase.

“This bed is too soft.”

Damian pointed above his head. Jun craned his neck around and looked up. There, tucked up against the ceiling, was an anchor point and a rope, heavy knots in it for hand holds.

“Why do you even have that?”

Damian blushed. “Richard.”

“Richard?”

“Long story. Grab the rope.”

Jun wrapped his hands around it. The muscles in his chest and shoulders flexed, and the lines in his arms stood out as he lifted himself and let himself fall. Damian grabbed Jun’s ass, helping him ride his cock.

It was good, so good. He watched the light play over Jun’s body and watched his cock bob between them, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy his instincts.

He pushed himself up so that they were chest to chest. “I’m going to curl you into a little ball now.”

Jun’s eyes widened, but he said nothing, letting Damian take his hands off the rope. He tugged Jun to the edge of the bed and slid out himself, putting Jun’s ass on the edge of the bed and standing in front of him. He folded Jun’s legs up to his chest and pressed Jun’s arms down along his sides.

“My perfection.”

Jun made a soft sound. Damian kissed his leg and slid back inside his hole. Jun sighed.

“I’m going to cum in you now.”

Jun nodded.

Damian thrust in, picking up his speed, watching Jun’s face for any sign that he was being hurt, but there was only overwhelm and glassy-eyed lust mixed with submission.

His orgasm crept up on him, almost unexpectedly distracting as he was watching Jun. He gripped Jun’s arms, dragging him as close as physically possible, his cock spasming inside him.

Jun made a long, low sound, eyes closing and back arching. He didn’t come, but Damian had a plan for that. For the moment, he closed his eyes too, relishing the moment, feeling the slick sensation of Jun’s anointed hole wrapped around him.

He parted Jun’s thighs, holding him open, and drew out slowly, catching the cum leaking from Jun’s depths. He smeared it over Jun’s taint, balls, and ass, rubbing his cum into Jun’s skin.

Jun whimpered, trying to close his legs.

Damian bit the inside of his thigh, growling a warning. Jun stopped, falling limp and pliant again, spread out for Damian’s attention. Damian stuck two of his fingers back in Jun’s hole and leaned forward, taking Jun’s cock in his mouth.

He sucked, dragging his fingers over Jun’s prostate.

Jun came with a scream, bucking up into Damian’s mouth, his fingers clawing at the sheets, ripping one side entirely off.

Damian swallowed him down, smirking with satisfaction. He let Jun go with a slurp.

Jun twitched, his body struggling to come down. He blinked up at Damian through half-open eyes, chest heaving. “Satisfied, beast of mine?”

Damian crawled up over him, his knees forcing Jun’s legs up and apart as Damian came level with Jun. “For now.”

Jun dissolved into exhausted giggles. He tried to raise his hand, but it fell limply back against the bed. “Can’t move.”

Damian grinned down at him.

Jun shook his head, laughing. Then he frowned. “I’m dripping.” He tried to close his legs.

Damian grunted, keeping Jun in place.

Jun huffed. “DaSu!”

Damian spread Jun’s hole even wider with his thumbs and crouched down, inspecting Jun’s tender entrance. He circled it with his thumb. “Beautiful.”

Jun made a deep, guttural noise. “Dirty.”

“Perfectly dirty.” Damian thrust his fingers inside just to squelch out more of his spend. There wasn’t much left inside of him. He smeared what he could find. Jun smelled like both of them with the added layers of sweat and cum.

Perfect .

He stood up, pulling Jun into his arms, holding him as tight as he dared.

“Mine.”

Jun bit him on the side of his neck, sucking hard. “ Mine .”

As it should be.