Episode 13 #5
Jun looked up, surprised. He pushed back against the couch, getting his butt off the floor, and pulled his shorts down without getting up, tossing them to the side, then went back to what he was doing.
He trailed his fingers over Collin’s smooth taint and the line of his ballsack, then down his cock.
There was a little moisture at the tip. Jun rubbed it into the red, swollen glans.
The whimpering continued. Jun put his hand on Collin’s thigh and held him.
Damian stepped in between Collin’s legs and gripped the globes of Collin’s ass, spreading him open. His eyes met Jun’s. There was a zing in Jun’s chest. Suddenly he wasn’t just playing with Collin; Damian wasn’t just dishing out his part in Collin’s funishment. They were playing together.
“There you are, Kitten, second to last cock before you can speak again. And all because you spoiled émeric breakfast.” Richard made a tsk sound, as if he were actually disappointed. “At least this time Jun is going to help you not make a mess.”
The sounds coming from Collin’s throat were of pure mortification. Damian surged forward. Jun leaned around Collin’s leg to watch Damian’s cock disappear into Collin’s ass. Jun put his fingers next to Collin’s hole and felt Damian sinking inside.
Damian looked down at Jun, something primal in his eyes. He wasn’t smiling, but he looked alive, like he was thrumming with how alive he was.
Jun kissed Collin’s ass and went back to stroking Collin’s cock. As Damian drew out, he gripped Collin by the root and squeezed. Collin wailed, a true sound of having something taken.
“Jun,” Richard called out, “in a couple strokes, a tug on Kitten’s balls will keep his orgasm at bay.”
Jun popped his head over the top of the couch. “Got it.” He stroked the inside of Collin’s thigh and on Damian’s third withdrawal, cupped his fingers around Collin’s balls and tugged gently but insistently. They were full, warm, and soft in his hands.
Collin keened and thrashed; Damian pinned him to the couch, keeping Collin’s thighs open with his knees.
“Deep breaths, Kitten,” Richard said.
Collin’s body heaved as he gulped air. Damian gave him a moment and went back to fucking in and out.
Jun wrapped his hand around the base of Collin’s cock and balls, holding firmly. Collin shuddered and went lax against the couch as Damian sped up.
“Good Kitten,” Richard said. His voice sounded closer and the couch moved as a body settled on it. “You’ll have to thank Jun for helping you not make a mess.”
Collin whined.
“I know. You’re sensitive. And you’re not used to holding. The cage does that for you.”
Collin gave soft little mews.
Jun looked up. Damian was close. His breath was getting shallower and his eyes were closed as he held Collin’s hips and drilled in. Collin’s cock tried to twitch in Jun’s hand. He tightened his grip.
Damian’s eyes opened and he looked down at Jun as his orgasm took him over. He groaned, grinding his hips into Collin.
Jun’s belly tightened. Fuck . Damian was beautiful, and every inch his Alpha, glowing with sweat, warm muscles on display.
He couldn’t reach Damian, so he kissed Collin’s hip, his eyes locked with Damian’s the entire time.
Their kink brother deserved the kiss anyway, after bringing them that much pleasure.
Damian pulled out slowly. Jun rocketed up on his knees. He grabbed at Damian’s hips, not letting him step away, and licked the end of Damian’s cock where a string of cum hung from his glans.
It was dirty, and wild and he wanted more. He shoved Damian’s whole cock in his mouth, sucking it clean and then turned on his knees.
A dribble of cum was starting to leak from Collin’s hole.
Without a thought, he grabbed both globes of Collin’s ass and spread him with his thumbs, licking up Collin’s taint and dragging his tongue across Collin’s hole.
It tasted like Damian and Collin. Salty with traces of sweat.
It wasn’t delicious, but it was real and the absolutely desperate squeal Collin let out went straight to Jun’s cock.
He shoved his tongue inside and sucked, searching for every bit of Damian he could find, laving Collin inside and out, cleaning, then soothing.
Collin struggled at first, then fell against the couch.
Jun sank back on his heels, taking in his work. Collin was completely clean, except for a glistening of saliva. He slapped Collin’s cheeks gently.
“Is he clean now?” Richard said, amusement filling every layer of his voice.
“Yes.” Jun wiped his mouth on his arm. “All clean.”
“Stay, Kitten.” Richard got off the couch and came around to the back. He spread Collin again and surveyed Jun’s work. “Very good. And you kept him hard. Hands and knees on the floor, Kitten. Let me see you.”
Collin pushed himself up and off the couch on shaking limbs. He lowered himself to all fours, taking a posture with his eyes down, his knees apart and his hands braced.
Richard stroked his back in silent praise, then turned to Damian who was putting his pants back on. They started to talk about dinner. Jun tuned them out, eyes on Collin. He was so beautiful, controlled yet vulnerable, submissive and yet unbound by the pressures to repress his needs.
Jun crawled to Collin. On instinct, he rubbed his face against Collin’s hip and laid kisses up Collin’s ribs to his arm, then nuzzled. Collin nuzzled back.
Damian
Damian gave Richard a look and dropped his eyes to their two submissives on the floor, drawing Richard’s attention to them. Richard’s eyes were alive and satisfied, a bit of a gleam in them. This was Richard unleashed, playing fully. This was the power of what they had built at the Residency.
Jun and Collin were getting lost in each other, not kissing, but leaning against each other, breathing the same air, ghosting their lips over each other’s skin, feeling the life and the touch of the other.
Richard shook his head, amused and pleased. “We shouldn’t let them go too far. Collin needs a rest before dinner.”
Damian nodded and knelt down beside Jun. He greeted Collin with fingers in his hair, kissing him on the forehead and claiming Collin’s attention, letting him feel the love Damian had for him after using him. Collin leaned into Damian’s hand, giving his palm soft tiny kitten licks.
“Beautiful, Kitten,” Damian murmured. “I’m going to take your playmate now. Your Master is going to make you rest.”
Collin rubbed up against Jun one more time and sat back on his heels, looking up at Richard. Richard ruffled his hair and stepped towards the door. Collin crawled after him, settling in at Richard’s heel.
Jun watched them go and slumped against Damian. His cock was hard and curving upwards away from his thighs.
“Come.” Damian tapped his thigh.
Jun blinked slowly and crawled towards him. They were in that kind of headspace, then. Jun’s eyes were unfocused, his pupils blown, but his movements submissive. Had playing with Collin done this?
He let his wolfling follow on his hands and knees to the rug in front of the cave and moved some of the pillows and bolsters around so that he could lean against the outside of it. He spread his legs and tapped the floor between them. Jun crawled into place, curling into Damian’s chest.
For several minutes he let Jun rest and took time to collect himself.
It wasn’t often that Richard offered Collin up and it was always heady, the way his kink brother bent to him and surrendered.
He stroked his hand over Jun, remembering the impish light in Jun’s eyes as he had played with Collin, torturing him and denying him.
He fingered with the tag in Jun’s ear. “There’s a streak of sadism in you,” he murmured, “playing with your kink brother like that.”
Jun curled in tighter.
Damian hugged him, just to make sure that Jun knew there was no reproval in his words. “Are you cold?”
Jun nodded. Damian grabbed a throw blanket and covered him. He went back to playing with his boy’s hair. “What are you thinking?”
Jun gripped the waistband of Damian’s pants. “Butterflies.”
“In what way?”
“Am I a butterfly or am I a man? Am I submissive or am I dominant? I feel like both.”
“Both.” Damian soothed his hands down Jun’s back beneath the blanket. “Some people evoke dominant energy from you, some evoke submission.”
“I was feeling both.” Jun swallowed. “I wanted to please you. I wanted to please Richard.” Jun paused, waiting as if he expected a response.
Damian waited. Coming to terms with his switchiness was something he’d had time to do; those tendencies had shown up slowly over years and only crystallized in his thirties.
Submitting to Richard had fulfilled him for years before the urge to dominate had come to be.
Jun didn’t have those advantages and Damian wasn’t going to push him quickly towards any one conclusion or other.
Jun breathed out, heavily. “I wanted all of it. I wanted him to cry and I wanted you to pull out and fuck me right beside him. Both places were in my head.”
“Too much?”
“No.” Jun laughed as if he couldn’t believe it. “It was so much. Not too much.”
Damian laughed and kissed Jun’s forehead.
“I don’t want to be in charge, though.” Jun looked up at Damian, eyes large and beseeching. “I don’t know enough. I don’t want that weight. I do that already, with the guys.”
“You won’t play with Collin without us,” Damian agreed. “But he’s always going to feel a little submissive towards you, even socially.”
“Except when he’s working.”
“Except then. Collin on a roll can even put Richard in his place.” Damian fingered the tag in Jun’s ear. “Tell me about taking instructions from Richard.”
“It was good. Did you mind?”
“When it comes to Collin, Richard and émeric have the final say. If you’re being allowed to play with him, follow their instructions. I’ll tell you if there’s an exception.”
Jun nodded. “You’re not jealous?”