Page 3 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12 (The Residency Boys #8)

He wrapped his arms around Jun’s thighs, keeping him in place, and mouthed his way down both of Jun’s thighs, working the briefs down as he went. He had to use his arm to pin Jun down as he pulled them off Jun’s legs. The cloth fell to the floor somewhere. He didn’t know where.

“I’m getting lube. Stay.”

Jun groaned. He said something in Chinese Damian couldn’t decipher. Damian hurried to his drawers, finding lube, a medium-size black dildo, and leather cuffs, just in case.

He turned back. Jun watched him, biting his lips.

Damian squirted lube onto the fingers of his right hand and grabbed Jun’s legs under his knees, bending them up toward his chest. He smeared lube over Jun’s hole and shoved one finger inside.

Jun cried out, body jerking and flexing. He was strong, his back coming up off the bed. Damian followed Jun’s thrashing, his finger never leaving Jun’s ass. Jun gasped for air, stopping his struggle for a moment. Damian swirled his fingers around, getting deeper into his boy.

Jun was without language. His head thrashed back and forth on the bed, and his body moved by instinct. Damian sucked on the skin of Jun’s lower leg, tasting and marking him, waiting for Jun’s hole to give way.

Jun relaxed for just a moment, sucking in more air. Damian pulled out and pushed back in, using two fingers instead of one.

Jun groaned, shuddering. Damian moved slowly. Jun wasn’t quite ready. He pulled back out, reaching for more lube. What he wouldn’t give for syringes of the stuff so he didn’t have to work it in the slow way. Something to prepare for later.

He managed to get two fingers past the ring of Jun’s ass and inside of him. Jun shuddered and writhed. Damian stabbed his fingers deeper.

Jun whimpered. His legs relaxed, and his head tilted back, showing his throat.

The muscles of his ass loosened, letting Damian to sink deeper until he was up to knuckles inside his boy.

He swirled them around, working Jun open.

Jun’s head moved back and forth, but he wasn’t fighting back anymore; if anything, he was trying to drive himself back into Damian’s hand.

“Hush, boy. I have you.”

Jun keened, a wordless plea if Damian had ever heard one.

“You’re still too tight, boy.”

Jun pumped his hips as much as he probably could on the soft mattress. Damian pulled his fingers out, reaching for more lube. They probably didn’t need it, but too much lube never hurt, except for laundry. Their laundry service was certainly up to the task.

His hand made squelching sounds as he carefully maneuvered three fingers into Jun’s hole. “Still, boy. Struggle all you want later, but I’m not going to hurt you.”

Jun stilled. His eyes fluttered. He looked almost like he was in subspace. Was it subspace or primal space? Was there a difference?

Jun’s ass pulsed around Damian’s fingers. Millimeter by millimeter, Damian eased back inside.

“Good boy. There you are. Gotcha, pup.”

“Not pup. Wolfling,” Jun whispered. His lips slurred around the syllables.

Damian kissed Jun’s knee. “Wolfling.”

Jun cried out as Damian dragged the pad of one finger over his prostate.

“Almost there.”

Jun pumped his hips, urging him onward.

Damian pulled his fingers out, reaching for lube for himself. Forget the toys. The hand that held Jun’s legs up was steady, but the hand on himself was shaking.

He pressed kisses to Jun’s knees and pushed them together and up against Jun’s chest. The bed was the perfect height. He leaned against the side of the mattress and dragged Jun to the edge, sinking into him in one slow motion.

Jun relaxed, a satisfied sigh leaving his mouth. “DaSu.”

“Jun.” Damian bent over him, kissing him wherever he could reach.

He wasn’t going to last long. He wrapped his hands around Jun’s cock.

“Don’t come.”

Jun shook his head. The bed was too soft for him to be able to raise his head and look back, especially with his arms pinned behind his back.

Damian teased Jun while driving in and out of his ass until he felt his wolfling’s length start to twitch.

He clamped down, holding off Jun’s orgasm and focusing on chasing his own.

It caught him by surprise. He fell with his forehead against Jun’s heaving stomach, the force of his own pleasure blacking out his vision.

It took a moment for the strength of it to wash through him.

Then he was up again, easing back, getting his mouth on Jun’s cock.

His own length slid out of Jun with the movement.

He replaced it with his fingers, finding and pressing on Jun’s prostate.

Jun came with a soft cry, spilling bitter cum down Damian’s throat. It could have been ambrosia for the way Damian swallowed it.

He eased back, letting Jun’s sensitive length lay against his hip. He pressed a soft kiss to the crease of Jun’s thigh. “Mine.”

“Yours,” Jun whispered hoarsely.

Jun

Jun was entirely limp. Damian eventually turned him over and untied the ropes holding Jun’s arms behind his back. His hands worked over Jun’s shoulders and down his limbs to his wrists.

“Wiggle your fingers.”

Jun groaned. He picked up each arm and waggled his fingers in Damian’s general direction.

Damian nipped at them, sucking one of them into his mouth.

Guh. This man shouldn’t be this attractive after they’d both come and at the end of a long day on top of that.

Jun hooked his finger inside Damian’s jaw and tugged.

“What?” Damian said around Jun’s fingers.

“Cuddle.”

Damian lay down on his back. Jun wormed his way through the covers and the mattress into Damian’s side. He dropped his head on Damian’s shoulder.

“Comfortable?” Damian asked.

Jun nodded into Damian’s pectoral.

“Do you want to shower?”

“No.” Jun wrapped his leg around Damian’s. “Stay.”

Damian wrapped his arm around Jun’s back, his hand settling on Jun’s hip.

The entire string of the evening’s events played over and over in Jun’s head.

His fingers played across Damian’s skin in the dim light of the room.

Getting fucked had not been his intention.

He’d wanted to somehow connect to Collin, émeric, and Richard and get them to relax around him.

How exactly had he gone from talking with Collin on the floor to getting chased through The Residency?

“I was just trying to make friends, you know.”

“In your boxer briefs.” Damian sounded like he was smiling.

Jun couldn’t be sure. “I can’t expect them to be willing to get naked if I’m not.”

Damian did chuckle then.

Jun bit Damian’s nipple. Damian’s hand came down on the back of his head, pressing his face into Damian’s chest, his hips flexing against Jun’s.

No! They were not having sex again. They both had to wake up in the morning. Jun pushed back until Damian let him breathe.

“Will émeric want something from me?”

“For what?”

“Sticking out my tongue.”

“No.” Damian hugged Jun tighter, no face pressing this time. “He doesn’t have a dynamic with you, and he instigated.”

Jun sagged a little. Good. But saying he and émeric didn’t have a dynamic was wrong.

Every relationship had a dynamic. émeric was scary.

Especially the way he’d smiled tonight. Richard was way more cuddly, even if he was scary.

He was less scary than émeric. Why didn’t more people realize that?

They’d all acted like Richard was the intimidating one, which he was.

But émeric…that Frenchman had edges. He made Jun want to act out and poke him even though it absolutely was a bad idea.

“So, contract?” Jun whispered, voice wavering. Fuck, a contract meant émeric might just get his hands on his ass. He hadn’t told Damian yet, but if Damian was there, he was going to give his consent to émeric at least once.

Damian sighed. “Yes.”

“Do you want…to let émeric punish me?”

“I can see it happening in group play, if you consented to it. It’s not a need.”

“He scares the fuck out of me.”

“Most people think he’s the soft one.”

“Nope. He probably has assassins—Assassins’s Creed–type assassins—in his back pocket.”

Damian laughed outright. “émeric is the one who makes profiteroles and tea.”

Jun snorted. “That’s how they hide.”

“He is a sadist. Between him and Richard, he comes up with the harder things. Richard is a lifestyle dom. He’s Collin’s dominant everywhere and all the time. So is émeric, but day to day, he’s more of a daddy. The sadist only comes out now and then.”

“But he’s always there.”

“Do you trust him?”

Jun thought that over. “I trust him. I don’t think I’d trust him right off, just meeting him. He watches people too much. He doesn’t give much of what he’s thinking away. He has secrets. But he’s committed to you and Richard and Collin.”

“Someday you’ll be more comfortable around him.”

“Does he like me?”

“He respects you. I’m not sure he knows you well enough to like you. But all the work you’ve put into being who you are. What you went through to get here with me. What you’ve survived. He respects that.”

Jun rolled that around in his head. “He’s hard to read.”

“émeric likes it that way. You watch people too, Jun.”

“I’m just hoping to figure them out before shit blows up in my face.”

“émeric has almost twenty years on you. Give it two more decades, you might be the same. Were you never afraid of Richard?”

Jun shook his head against Damian’s chest. “At first, I mean, he was your dom. And I didn’t know what he wanted. But then…”

Jun shrugged as much as he could, wedged into Damian’s side and half encased in the mattress. “Richard makes sense in my head. He’s straightforward.”

“And Collin?”

Jun couldn’t help it. He giggled. “I know he’s smart and confident and nearly killed his grandfather. But…I want to pet him.”

“That makes four of us. You sure you don’t want to shower?”

Jun squeezed himself against Damian. “No. Tired.”