Episode 13 #6
Damian shook his head. Amusement swirled in his chest. “You’re many things to me, wolfling.
When I want your abject submission, I’ll make you submit.
You won’t have the option of listening to someone else.
You’re building your own relationships with Richard and émeric, just as I have.
You’re free to do that. I want you free to do that.
Even if that means there are others that you sometimes answer to, they know and I know who your Alpha is.
It’s our responsibility as the dominants in the household to communicate with each other.
You’ll never be put between us, having to decide. ”
“Alpha.” Jun pressed his face against Damian’s chest.
They lay together for a while. Ready to cement their conversation, Damian pulled off the blanket and wrapped his arm around the front of Jun’s neck, holding Jun against his chest, his wolfling’s back to his stomach. He hooked his legs around Jun’s, pulling him open and fisted Jun’s cock.
Jun whimpered, hands coming up to grasp onto Damian’s forearm.
“Want to see you hard,” Damian said. He squeezed Jun’s cock. “Show me.”
Jun groaned. Damian reached around, finding lube, and pouring some over Jun’s groin. He went back to playing with Jun’s cock, tugging, pulling, lifting it away and stroking Jun’s thighs.
Jun gave in, beautiful, small sounds coming out of his throat. He thrashed, but didn’t try to escape.
Damian turned Jun’s face upward, kissing him fiercely, then more slowly. They made out, Jun’s hands coming up to hold Damian’s head. Damian alternated between playing between Jun’s legs and cradling him, stroking him.
It was loving. Dominant and submissive loving. Taking time, moving slowly, breathing together.
Jun’s length eventually twitched in Damian’s hand. Damian eased back. “Can’t let you come, wolfling.”
Jun growled, bucking up.
Damian slapped him on his cock head. “Collin wants to earn his words back. You don’t want to leave him mute, trapped in his paws all night, do you?”
Jun shook his head, he leaned upwards, begging with his body for another kiss. Damian gave it. “Still my caught prey?”
Jun’s breath stuttered in his throat. He nodded.
“Once I catch you, you’re my captive until midnight, unless I keep you in a cage or tied up.”
Jun nodded again.
“Kneel up and spread your legs, facing me. Put your hands behind your back.”
Jun obeyed. It was obscene in the best way, his hard cock standing out in front of him, red and wanting. Damian stroked it, making Jun shudder.
With his hand on the back of Jun’s neck, he forced Jun head down and leaned over, checking Jun’s hole. His boy was slightly pink and used from the morning, something to pay attention to, but nothing that would stop his plans. He stood up, telling Jun to stay, and fetched cream to help.
Jun
The afternoon rolled out in one long, slow ribbon of peace.
For once, Jun’s mind was quiet. He was warm.
He was fed. There was no one pounding at the door, no demands beyond Damian’s care and control.
And even though all of that peace and the closeness had an end somewhere up ahead, those thoughts were far away.
A little before the time they’d agreed to meet for dinner with Richard and émeric, Jun slipped out of the Den in search of water, dressed in a loose pair of sweats hanging on his hips. There didn’t seem to be a point to putting on a shirt.
The door of the playroom was open and low lights on inside. Jun’s steps slowed. He’d never seen the space before, even though he knew this was where émeric had elected to have their evening meal.
He hesitated, not certain of an invitation.
émeric and Collin were already there. émeric was smoothing a dark green tablecloth on a large wood table.
The shine on the wood gave the impression that the entire thing was made from a solid slab of old, gnarled timber, preserved under a glossy protective coating.
Collin lay in the center, naked, wrists tied together and pulled above his head, a rope disappearing under the under table at one end, and the same with his ankles to the other end.
He looked at peace, eyes following émeric.
“Jun.” émeric lifted his head, his hands stilling.
A special form of embarrassment washed through Jun. He touched the door, not sure whether to come or go.
émeric gestured him forward. “Come here.”
Jun stepped inside. émeric directed him around the table and to his side. He put his hands on Jun’s hips, looking him over, checking the bite on Jun’s neck, touching the skin near it but not the bite itself. “Caught good and proper, weren’t you, bright one?”
Jun dropped his eyes, his body swaying towards émeric.
This was one of the men who had had him only this morning.
He knew very well that he was bare from the waist up while émeric was fully dressed in suit pants and a sharp blue button-down shirt.
It made the difference between émeric and Collin all the more obvious, but Jun was hardly more covered in his lounge pants and nothing else, not even briefs.
émeric’s stroked his knuckles against Jun’s cheek. There was a dark danger in his eyes and his touch. Jun leaned into it. He didn’t want to fight émeric, not like he needed to challenge and struggle with Damian.
Damian made him alive. émeric made his eyes slide shut and his body feel weak and small. The dark Frenchman made him breathe with his eyes closed. Sometimes . When he didn’t need to say something sharp and brattish, just to prove he could.
“You’re dangerous,” Jun murmured.
émeric chuckled. “How few notice, yet you always knew.”
Jun smiled.
“Help me set the table.”
Jun followed émeric’s instruction for placing the plates and cups. As they set out the napkins, émeric trailed his fingers over Collin’s body, acknowledging him. Collin arched as much as his bondage allowed into the touch, silently begging for more.
“Watch him,” émeric said. “I’m going to the kitchen.”
Jun nodded. émeric sailed out the door, all shoulders and sure tread. Jun leaned forward on the table between the place settings until his chest was on the table and gazed at Collin. “Can I touch?”
Collin nodded.
He’d forgotten Collin wasn’t allowed to speak. With his fingers, he trailed lines over Collin’s skin. “You look tired. You sure you’re still up for, you know…” If he couldn’t say it, he had no business doing it. “Are you still sure about being taken?”
Collin smiled, lashes fluttering against his cheek. He had to crane his neck to see Jun. That couldn’t be comfortable. Jun propped himself up on his elbows.
Collin nodded, meeting Jun’s gaze. Jun ran his fingers down Collin’s belly and over his hip, down to his thigh.
“I won’t, if you don’t want it.”
“Want it,” Collin whispered. He was blushing. “I’m just resting. It’s nice…just drifting. Usually there’s so much thinking, but today…” He shrugged inside the ropes holding him.
Their eyes met and Collin smiled a little, seeing whatever he needed to see in Jun’s gaze, because Jun knew. He was there himself.
This was sacred space. This was rest. This was freedom.
Jun leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Collin’s ribs.
Dinner was a delicately seared steak and roasted garlic served with fresh naan and cranberry preserves, with a young leafy salad on the side.
No one was in a hurry as they ate. Richard sat on one side of the upper corner of the table by Collin’s head and émeric on the other, so that they had Collin in front of both of them.
Richard was dressed like émeric. They sat so close together on the corner, that their shoulder and hands brushed often as they fed each other bits of their meal.
Damian and Jun sat side by side on the long section.
It was a bench. Jun pulled up his feet and leaned against Damian or the table by turn.
Damian had dressed in black linen pants and a soft loose sweater.
It felt good against Jun’s bare torso. They talked about everything and nothing. It was bliss.
When everyone but Collin was almost finished.
émeric loosened one of Collin’s ankles and one of his wrists and let him roll over on his belly to eat from Richard’s hand like a pet.
The rest of them lingered over their non-alcoholic drinks.
émeric and Jun compared places they’d traveled.
Even as a Kpop idol with multiple tours behind him, the dark Frenchman had visited more cities and regions.
Richard and Damian added their own opinions now and then.
They spoke of émeric’s other partner, Ami, a kannushi in Japan.
She was only about four or five hours away from where Yoihei’s family had their farm.
émeric asked after Yoihei’s family in detail, speaking Japanese fluently when he pronounced place names or regional objects.
“Do you speak Japanese?” Jun asked Richard.
Richard shook his head. “I understand some, but I don’t speak it. Spanish and German are my languages.”
“You have some abilities in other tongues,” émeric said.
Richard shrugged. “Those are the only ones I’ve mastered. My French is poor. I have a little Russian.”
“Your Chinese is native, is it not?” émeric asked Jun.
Jun nodded, his hand instinctively reaching for his chest. But the jade Buddha wasn’t there, hadn’t been there in a long time.
He hadn’t felt the need to carry his most precious objects on his person–not since coming to the Residency.
It was safely inside Damian’s personal safe, along with the scraps of Jun’s original birth certificate.
They might take him, but Damian would have physical proof that he had existed, that he had belonged, that his mother had loved him.