Episode 13 #7
He didn’t need the constant touch, not now that he had these men and their extended community in his life.
Mi Hi was coming to feel like a sister. Linda the aunt he’d never had, even though they’d only spent a few hours together when she was painting part of the mural on the walls of the Den.
Ellisandre was the eccentric cousin. Even Ash belonged, for all his clumsiness and difficulty looking any of the 5N boys in the eye.
“I didn’t learn it in China, but it was almost all my mother and I spoke at home, especially once I started kindergarten. She wanted me to know where I came from. Later, um…well, there were economic reasons for being allowed to continue practicing when I was in Korea.”
émeric met Jun’s gaze, the compassion there almost too much to stay with, but Jun pushed himself.
Collin laid his cheek against the table, shaking his head when Richard offered him one more bite of food.
émeric stood, starting to clear the dishes off and setting them to the side. Jun watched, waiting. A few moments later, émeric placed a basket on the table behind Collin. He tapped it, catching Jun’s eye. Jun nodded back.
Richard poured everyone another round of drinks. Jun slipped away to use the hallway bathroom. He knew better than to do what he was planning on a full bladder.
Everyone was sitting when he returned, except for Collin who still lay on the table, now on his side, one leg drawn up to his stomach. Jun slipped his pants off at the door and crawled up on the table from the point closest to the door.
The soft lights were beautiful on Collin’s skin. The curve of his ass and the shadows in the dips of his hips were mesmerizing. Collin’s face was turned towards Richard, listening to his master speaking about something to Damian.
Jun traded looks with émeric, the only one who appeared to know what he was doing. Jun slunk over the table on his elbows and balls of his feet. He grasped Collin’s free ankle and pressed his lips against the back of Collin’s knee.
His prey gasped, his foot kicking back. Jun held him down, nibbling a line up the back of Collin’s outstretched thigh to his ass. That he mouthed, rubbing his face against the thick muscle.
His victim gave up struggling. Jun glanced at the end of the table.
Collin was covering his face with his hand and was almost turned on his stomach, hiding against the table.
That left so much untouched skin to cover.
Jun glided his hands up Collin’s back, pressing the length of his naked body against Collin’s skin.
His lips ghosted over the back of Collin’s neck. “Kitten.”
Collin shuddered.
Jun ran his hand down Collin’s front, stroking his belly, pressing Collin’s hips into his own.
Soft, hard, strong, surrendered. Jun slid his body against Collin’s, feeling the warmth of their skin against one another.
He ran the back of his hand over Collin’s cock and grasp the front of Collin’s thigh, lifting it and turning Collin onto his back.
Still stretched between the rope tethering him by one wrist and one ankle, Collin lay stretched out under him, their chests touching.
Jun held himself up on his hands, half over him, half braced against the dark wood. Collin gazed up, chest rising and falling. His bound hand was still holding Richard’s. Jun curled his fingers under Collin’s chin and dragged his thumb over his lips.
Richard pressed Collin’s hand in his and let go. He undid the rope.
Jun mimed the hand position he wanted to Richard, folding his arms behind his back and cradling his elbows in the opposite hands. Richard gave one nod of his head in acknowledgement. He glanced towards émeric.
émeric nodded in agreement.
There was electricity in the air. Jun didn’t dare look towards Damian. If he did, he might lose his nerve.
émeric undid the rope around Collin’s ankle.
Jun wrapped his hand behind Collin’s neck and kissed him, pulled him up from the table and guided him to kneel upright, his ass resting on his heels and the sides of his feet.
As he fed from Collin’s mouth, Richard bound Collin’s arms behind him.
Only when Jun felt the tugs and movement from Richard cease did he release Collin’s lips.
He stood, his feet on either side of Collin’s knees, and threaded a length of rope overhead at a hard point on the ceiling right.
He checked the tension of the rope. He didn’t want it pulling Collin forward, not yet.
Collin was watching, his eyes a little glassy, his lips wet and swollen from being kissed and sucked and nibbled.
He was holding position, perfectly settled on his knees, the tops of his feet flat on the table, his weight resting on his soles, back straight, body leaning a little forward from the bondage of his arms, head tilted upwards to look at Jun.
Except for his arms being behind his back, the entire posture was a beautiful example of seiza , Japanese proper sitting.
There was a man on his knees, at his feet.
Jun forced himself to stay still, holding Collin’s gaze. He knew what they looked like. He felt what they looked like. Nerves made him want to hurry on. Years on the stage, of knowing human emotion, the journey it took to watch something made him stay. He breathed into the moment, letting it grow.
He was giving a gift.
And taking one.
Moments mattered.
Artistry mattered.
And right now émeric, Richard, and Damian would be memorizing this moment.
He was memorizing this moment. The headiness of it, the sense of power, the awe of what Collin was giving, the way want and need and bareness ached inside his own belly, echoing the need in Collin’s eyes.
Jun breathed through, letting his heartbeat tell him when to move. He touched Collin’s cheek with his fingers, bringing himself back into time, letting them both settle, watching a slight glassiness deepen Collin’s gaze, his lips parting, his breathing evening out, growing deeper.
Collin was submitting—to him.
He must have grown wings, because he was flying. This was like lying under Damian but the opposite side, like singing to ten of thousands of people, but warmer. He would fight armies for this man at his feet, this beautiful loving creature looking to him for care and control.
No wonder Richard walked like he ruled the world. He ruled Collin.
Jun went down on one knee. He didn’t need to be a god, he needed to touch. He needed to be human.
He tucked the rope under his knee, keeping it stretched but not taunt, and ran his hands over Collin’s shoulders, checking for strain.
Years of performing, including times when he’d been suspended in wires for stunt work, had given him training for sensing when a body was being held in ways that could cause damage. Collin was steady, at ease. Safe.
Jun ran his hand along the edge of the table to his right and found the hook there.
He tied off the end of the rope and stood.
Hands cupping Collin’s jaw, he drew him up onto his knees and leaned over him, legs apart, bracing them both.
Kisses were food, and he needed to partake again.
Just a press of his lips against Collin’s, holding him up by his face.
Drawing apart, he stroked Collin’s cheek just under his eye with his thumb. Beautiful eyes, pupils blown, the faintest of freckles across his nose. In the periphery of his vision, Richard, émeric, and Damian had moved around the table to where they could see better.
“Just like that.” Jun whispered. He smiled at Collin, teasing the other man’s bottom lip with his thumb. He put the gentlest of pressure on Collin’s shoulder, easing him back down into seiza .
Trusting the heavy metal struts beneath the table, he stepped across it, and fetched the basket.
Standing in front of Collin again, he set it down to his left and lifted the napkin covering so he could see inside.
There was a small bowl of chocolate orbs the size of cherries.
He set it on the table and took one, rolling it between his fingers and looking at Collin.
Collin’s eyes moved between Jun and the chocolate. Jun touched it to Collin’s lips and pulled it back, just as Collin was about to taste. Collin leaned forward. Jun smirked, pulling it just out of Collin’s reach. Collin settled back, waiting, not assuming.
Jun licked the ball and held it above Collin’s head.
He touched it to Collin’s lips again and pulled away, this time not so far.
Collin looked between the ball and Jun again, confused.
A beat, and another, then Collin leaned forward.
Jun let him lick this time, just once, and moved the ball an inch to the side.
Collin followed. They played, Jun moving the ball back and forth, letting Collin lick just once or twice each time.
Collin panted, half frustrated, half amused.
Jun set the ball between his teeth and pulled Collin up on his knees again.
He cupped Collin’s face in his hands and leaned down, the chocolate between his teeth.
He touched the orb to Collin’s lips and bit, pushing half of it into Collin’s mouth.
It was the good kind of chocolate, dark and not very sweet so that the cocoa came through, a strong liqueur sealed inside, with traces of raspberry inside.
It stained Collin’s lips. Jun wiped away the traces with his thumb, letting Collin back down into seiza again.
Without a pad, his knees wouldn’t last kneeling up on the wood.