Episode 13 #3
He whimpered and shivered but not for any sense of cold.
Damian’s voice dropped an octave. “Give.”
His muscles relaxed of their own accord. Damian pulled the shower head from his ass and Jun clamped down again, catching all but the smallest dribble of water.
Damian set the shower head aside. Their eyes met again. Damian’s gaze was calculating, dark, careful, as if he hadn’t yet made up his mind.
As if he might not let Jun go.
Jun held Damian’s gaze, waiting, neither begging nor showing fear. Was he afraid? He didn’t know. And he wasn’t going to know until Damian decided how he was going to move forward. Because the how mattered, more than the what .
Damian reached up, not breaking eye contact, and unlatched Jun’s wrists from the wall. “Toilet, pet. We’re inside today. Show me how good you can be.”
How could just being cleaned take so much out of someone?
He was suddenly sleepy. Jun clenched his way out of the shower stall, following his wrists in Damian’s grip.
Neither of them looked and Jun had never been so grateful for a bidet attachment in his life.
He stayed subdued until Damian had him back in the shower, hands secured again and his chest against the wall.
Damian squeezed his ass with both hands.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Jun prodded.
“No.”
The shower head was back. Jun groaned and thumped his head against the shower wall. “Again?”
Damian's shoulders moved against Jun’s back like he was laughing. He pushed with the shower head against Jun’s hole. It slid in, feeling like it had been re-lubed.
Jun growled, going up on his toes as it speared him fast and unrelenting.
What was it with Residency doms and hard metal things?
He was never going to tell Damian what a mind fuck it was to just be breached and entered like that, as if Jun’s alpha really had all the rights to his body, no questions asked.
It made his insides soft, his cock hard, and his head float.
Damian probably already knew because he was sliding an arm around Jun’s waist, coaxing him back down onto his heels and rubbing gently over Jun’s stomach. “Got you. Just give in, you’re already caught. Hard parts over.”
Jun whimpered. Whatever it took for more of this. Damian smiled against Jun’s skin and pressed kisses to it. “There you go, pet. Take it. There’s no escape. It’s inside you now. You’re caught. It’s going to fill you up whether you want it or not.”
Jun writhed, the words doing the opposite of calming him. It made him hyper aware.
Damian rubbed his hand more firmly over Jun’s belly.
“Why do I think you’re fantasizing about making me look pregnant?” Jun snapped.
“Because I am. Not pregnant, just caught and pumped full and helpless.”
Jun groaned. A cramp hit him and he curled in on himself as much as he could. Damian forced him upright, rubbing his belly.
“I think I’m full.”
“Not nearly.” Damian rubbed the cramp until it released. “Few more seconds.”
Jun whined. Wanting the toilet stole his brattiness. He looked at Damian through his lashes over his shoulders to check to see if his Alpha was considering other avenues again.
But he wasn’t. A few moments later, he led Jun out of the shower once more and allowed him a modicum of dignity. Then he towed Jun back in and reattached his hands above his head.
“Isn’t twice enough?” Jun whimpered as Damian washed and re-lubed the shower head.
“No,” Damian pressed a kiss to Jun’s shoulder and sank the shower head back into Jun’s ass without warning.
Jun braced himself against the wall with his forehead, his entire body moving as Damian pushed and pulled until he was satisfied with how deep he had the nozzle. “You’re being so good, taking your cleaning. Keeping your cock hard for your hunter.”
Gods, he was still hard. Jun squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face against his arms as Damian both played with the nozzle in his ass and teased Jun’s cock with his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re embarrassed,” Damian murmured. “I could watch you for days like this. Your cheeks are red, you get all soft. Even your muscles feel different. So many sides to you. You were so fierce a little while ago.”
“Because you have a shower head up my ass,” Jun spat.
“This?” Damian wiggled it inside Jun. “Is this making you all pliant and submissive?”
Jun could only whine in the back of his throat. It was so awful, and yet so good. “I’m…going…to bite you…for this!”
After the shower—which was a full shower, though Damian never let Jun have his hands back—they returned to the Den together and crawled onto the bed where Damian rubbed lotion all over both of them and more cream into Jun’s crease.
Damian put on lounge pants but denied Jun the same option.
He texted on his phone briefly, then changed his mind and offered Jun shorts.
Jun relaxed face down on the pillows, his ankle tucked under Damian’s.
He wasn’t fully under anymore, though Damian’s dominance was there like a warm blanket. He felt relaxed and aware.
“Are you sleeping?” Damian asked.
“No.” Jun turned his head towards Damian. “Just resting.”
“What do you think about living in the U.S?”
Jun shrugged. “I like living with you.”
“If you could never go back to Seoul?”
Jun shrugged again. “I don’t know. I don’t miss it—yet. Sometimes I miss the food but you and émeric keep a lot of what I like around. I’ve always missed my mother. There’s more here to remind me of her.”
“Richard is still looking for her.”
Jun nodded. “I don’t know what I would do if I saw her again, now. We’re not the same people. I won’t get those years back. That’s something I keep thinking about—years—with my father, with your father. It’s something some people have and we…we just don’t.”
“Not to make it weird, but we have Richard.”
“And émeric.” Jun chuckled. “No, that’s not weird. Alice says they have daddy energy, but they aren’t our dads.”
Damian shuddered. “Gah, no. Thank gods.”
Jun laughed. This was good, being with Damian, being relaxed. Feeling fucked out. Clean. He tangled his fingers with Damian’s.
“We have them, but we don’t have fathers, not in the true sense.”
“It would have been easier if we just didn’t. If they had died early.”
Damian nodded. “We wouldn’t have met,” he mused, playing with Jun’s hand.
“We might not have needed each other,” Jun whispered. “If they had been good men, we might not have met, but we would have been different people.”
Damian clasped his hand around Jun’s. “I need you.”
Jun smiled, gripping Damian’s hand in return. “And I need you. I want you more.”
Damian smiled back. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“Even when I fell asleep next to you in the club?”
“Even then.”
Jun shook his head, giggling, his hair dragging across the covers. It felt good, so he did it again. “I feel silly.”
Damian moved closer, hooking his leg over both of Jun’s and wrapping him in a hug. “That’s good. Richard is coming in a while, when Kitten wakes from his nap.”
“I still need to fuck him.”
Damian snorted. “Someone is looking forward to that.”
Jun stuck out his bottom lip. “I’ve never topped before.”
“We’ll supervise.”
Jun rolled his eyes but snuggled closer. It was nice to know that he wasn’t going to have the chance to mess up with the family kitten. Collin was too sweet. “I should check on the guys, just once.”
Damian found Jun’s phone. Jun put on his leader hat for half an hour, checking in on Yohei, Geun, Jaewoong, and Su-jin.
He touched base with Mi Hi last. Everyone was well.
Most of them were taking the weekend off as he’d suggested.
Jaewoong was working at editing video from the shoots into various clips.
The main edit was almost done, but there were teasers and mixes to make.
Jun scolded him, but Jaewoong sent back a GIF of himself sticking out his tongue.
Don’t ruin my fun. Jun left him to it.
Jaewoong was blossoming. He seemed to be running a high off of making the music video the likes of which Jun hadn’t seen him have in a year or two.
Almost as if he had re-ignited his creativity.
Mi Hi sent back a picture of herself lying with her head in Gigi’s lap in a room he didn’t recognize. They were both toasting the camera with bottles of rum. Don’t worry, we’re not working was the caption.
Jun showed Damian the photo.
“They better not be drinking and playing,” Damian frowned. He leaned forward, looking at the photo.
Jun rolled over, frowning, and took the photo back. On second look, those were rope marks on Mi Hi’s wrists.
He texted back. Don’t drink and get tied up!
He got a cartoon character blowing raspberries in response.
A text from Gigi popped up a few seconds later. Don’t worry, Daddy Jun. I tied her up last night when we were sober. We’re having ONE drink. And we ate already. I knew you were a kinky mother fucker.
Only daddies. Jun texted. Take good care of our girl.
“Should we offer them complimentary membership when we open the dungeon?” Damian mused.
Jun flopped onto his back. “We might have to schedule which days we’re there or not there. I’m not sure I want to see them getting it on.”
Damian shrugged. “Someday I’ll introduce you to some friends. It’s different in a club or during a play party. What happens in those spaces stays in a different space, different mindset, even afterward.”
“Have you played with a lot of people outside of the Residency?”
“A few. I’ve participated in a couple primal takedowns as support.
Jackson and his crowd have good events. I haven’t chased anyone for myself since I met you.
It felt like we were together, but I hadn’t told you about them.
Couldn’t ask you when I met someone. So I didn’t play.
It felt like you’d consented to the Residency, but not to random people. ”
“Is that why you told me about Collin so fast? Before you knew if he would stay or not?”