Page 17 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12 (The Residency Boys #8)

He let go of Jun’s balls and lifted his thigh. His cock was stiff, and Jun was slick already. He aimed for Jun’s hole.

Jun laughed. He twisted at the last moment, crossing his own arms above his head to get on all fours. Damian narrowly missed a kick. He let go. Jun crawled away. Damian caught him by hisankle and jerked him back. Jun fell flat. Damian dropped on top of him. He ground his cock into Jun’s backside.

“Mine.”

“Prove it.”

Damian slammed his forearm across Jun’s lower back. He raised his hips, reaching for his cock. He was going to breed this firebrand.

Jun pushed up. Damian slipped against his sweat-soaked skin. They went down together, Jun on his side, wiggling just out of Damian’s grasp. He laughed.

Such a glorious laugh.

Damian grabbed him.

Again and again. His boy was full of fire. And it didn’t matter as long as he got to touch, as long as he got to grab and stroke. Red suckling marks and bruises outlined in teeth littered their skin. Jun had carpet burns down his stomach.

They were wearing out. Jun was breathing hard.

They faced each other, both crouched. Damian lunged.

Jun spun away, but Damian had planned for it.

He caught Jun’s wrist, flipped him around, and lay over him, chest pressed to Jun’s heaving back.

He lay heavy, constricting his boy’s air with his bulk.

Not enough. He grabbed his hair and pulled Jun’s head to the side, arching his neck.

Like the primal he was, he sank his teeth into the junction of Jun’s neck and shoulder, grinding his teeth in deep.

Jun’s body jerked. He whined, scrambling for purchase. Damian wrapped one hand around the front of Jun’s throat. With his other, he reached under Jun, grabbed his balls, and squeezed.

An inhuman sound came from Jun’s mouth. He shuddered, and his hands went still and loose on the floor.

Damian adjusted a bit, grinding his teeth in. He sucked, tongued the spot, and sucked again. Jun would have a beautiful mark.

“Spread your legs.”

Fear and submission poured in broken, sobbing moans from Jun’s throat. He lifted his ass andspread his legs, chest still to the floor.

Damian reared up. He was so hard he hardly needed to hold his cock. He kept one hand on the back of Jun’s neck and forced his cock into Jun’s hole.

Thank all the gods Jun was still slick. He sank in all the way, forcing Jun forward and flat against the floor. Instead of pounding in, he rolled his hips. This wasn’t about coming; this was claiming.

Jun whined, pushing back. His hands were still flat against the floor, even his fingers spread, open and surrendered.

Damian licked his mark, sucking on it a little for good measure. Jun’s hole twitched, clenching around him.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

Damian fucked in and out shallowly, careful of any resistance. Jun relaxed around him, letting him move as he wanted. Damian drew up one knee for leverage and fucked up and into his boy. They were sliding across the floor, but still Jun let him do what he would.

Damian braced a hand on the floor, keeping them in place. His orgasm was almost there, and he wanted to paint Jun with it. Then and only then did he have a promise to keep.

“Clench, prey. Make your hunter come.”

Jun obeyed. It was just enough. Damian’s orgasm barreled through him. Unlike other times, he didn’t lose himself to the euphoria. His sight remained clear, his focus still on his boy. He pulled out, dripping cum on Jun’s thighs.

“My beautiful boy.” He pressed kisses to Jun’s back. “Stay.”

Jun's eyes were half closed. He blinked slowly. Damian stood. He’d left his things in the cave. It was a matter of a moment to grab them. He came back, a metal stud in his hand. The head was a dark-blue jewel, the rest of it sterling silver, medical grade.

“Your tag, wolfling.”

“Alpha.” Jun breathed. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, and he smiled.

Damian pulled the back off the earring, held Jun’s ear gently, slipped the post into Jun’s piercing, and secured the earring in place.

Jun’s hand reached for Damian, grabbing at whatever part of Damian’s leg he found first. Damian scooped him off the floor, pulling him into his lap. Jun straddled Damian’s legs. Damian leaned against the footboard of the bed, holding them both up.

Jun wrapped his arms around Damian’s neck, hiding his face against Damian’s shoulder.

“Yours.”

“Mine. And also yours.” Damian pressed kisses to the side of Jun’s face that he could reach. Cum dripped out of Jun’s ass, marking Damian’s legs.

It was on the tip of Damian’s tongue to ask Jun if he wanted to end the scene now, get breakfast, go back to being equals, but he paused, his boy’s words coming back to him.

Jun was strong. He never let go. He never laid down his burden. And now he had. He was limp and relaxed, wrung out in a way that Damian had only seen once before, the day he ran him down along the bank of the Han River. And that had only lasted for a small while.

They had all weekend before the real world had to come back. Who knew what was coming.

He eased Jun down to the padding, still holding him, and brushed the hair back from Jun’s eyes, making the judgment call for himself.

Jun smiled back, a sleepy, almost drugged look in his gaze.

Damian kissed him on the lips. “My precious prey.”

Jun ducked his head, flushing.

“Precious, precious prey.” Damian nipped at Jun’s throat. “I’m going to have to take good care of you, but first, I’m going to show you off.”

Jun shivered.

“You’re too beautiful. I’ve chased you too long. And I know Collin wants to see you trussed up in the cave.”

Jun groaned, but he didn’t hide. He let Damian hold him in place, looking at him.

“Are you ready?” Damian half asked, half ordered. “Ready to let everyone see what your beast did to you?”

Jun made a small sound in the back of his throat, a tinge of embarrassed excitement in his eyes.

“Lay down on the floor, arms above your head, legs together.”

Jun moved to obey. He stretched out, his stomach almost concave.

Damian went into the bathroom and came back with a warm, damp towel.

He wiped Jun down, checking each mark and scratch.

His boy stayed still. The glassy, peaceful look in his eye said everything.

Every now and then, he smiled a little at nothing at all.

Pride swelled inside Damian’s chest.

Jun

Jun drifted in new world. At its center was Alpha. It was painted in light and color. His body ached in the best way. The weight of the tag in his ear was a constant reminder of what they meant to each other, the bond and promise between them.

He rolled over, letting Alpha check his back. Alpha spread his cheeks, touching his hole. Alpha had marked him. It was messy; it didn’t matter. He was hard. He hadn’t come. That also didn’t matter.

“Sit up, pet.” Damian helped him up. “On your knees.” He had a brown leather strip in his hand. He wrapped it around Jun’s throat. It sat just above the aching mark he’d bitten and sucked into Jun’s neck and shoulder.

Alpha took his wrists, buckling more soft brown leather around them. It was beautiful.

“Hands and knees, pet. Crawl to the cave.”

Jun followed at Damian’s heel to the cave. Damian knelt down. He ran rope through the rings in the cuffs up to the ring in the front of the collar, bringing Jun’s wrists together, his hands tucked under his chin.

“Lay down, get comfortable.”

Jun settled on his side, his back against the back wall of the cave. Damian smiled down at him.

“Love you like this.”

Jun smiled back.

Damian dipped down to kiss him again. He tied the rope off to one of the rings, tethering Jun to the wall.

Casually, he fondled Jun’s cock and balls, lifting Jun’s upper leg out of the way.

Without speaking, he took out more rope and started to wrap it around the base of Jun’s sex, first his cock, then his balls.

He wrapped the base of his ball sac several times.

Jun whimpered.

“Just a small stretch, pet,” Alpha said. “Prey doesn’t get to decide how they use themselves or how they’re seen.” He stroked his thumb over the stretched skin of Jun’s balls. Jun’s eyes rolled back in his head. He pushed up into the caress.

Damian laughed softly. He went back to tying, securing Jun’s cock in a wrap tight enough that he was not going to be anything but hard until he was released.

Jun looked down at himself. His genitals looked large and erotic, wrapped up in rope, unable to be hidden, his cock sticking out like he was an animal in rut, shameless and driven by uncivilized instincts.

He was still wild. He’d surrendered to Damian, to his alpha, and he was still wild. He laughed, tears on the edges of his eyes. He bucked up into Damian’s touch, wanting. Damian stroked Jun’s cock and reached behind, sticking two fingers into Jun’s hole. Jun groaned. He pushed back, seeking more.

“There you are, wolfling. Wanting more?”

Jun nodded.

Damian kissed his hip. “Eventually. For now, it’s time to show off my prize.”

Jun stuck his tongue out at his Alpha. Damian grinned and smacked Jun’s hip. “Stay. I’ll be right back.”

As if he could go anywhere. Jun pulled on the rope to his hands and closed his eyes. He ached in such good ways. Being tied this time brought a peace and calm that could summon sleep.

Voices in the hall filtered through the open door. Blood tingled in Jun’s cheeks. Fuck, he was on display.

Collin entered just behind Damian, his two doms behind him. Jun bit his cheek.

“Can I?” Collin looked between Richard and Damian. Both men nodded.Collin crossed the room and dropped to his knees just outside the cave. “Do you like it? Now that you’ve used it.”

That was not what he’d been expecting.

Collin twisted around. “Is Jun allowed to talk?”

“He might not want to, kitten,” émeric said.

Collin blinked and rocked back on his heels.

“Jun isn’t on speech restrictions,” Damian said. He knelt down and crawled into the cave with Jun. “Richard, thank you for the anchor points.”