Episode 13 #8
Collin savored the taste, eyes half closing.
Jun ran his fingers through Collin’s hair, moving around to stand behind him.
He pushed Collin’s head forward and down towards his knees by a few degrees and knelt down on one knee behind him, keeping a hand on Collin’s back so he would know where he was.
Inside the basket was lube. One handed, Jun got some on his fingers.
This was the part he’d been worried about but he’d asked Damian about it as they’d rested before dinner, and émeric had promised that Collin would be prepped.
Even so, he wasn’t going to take a man without making sure it would be pleasurable for them both.
He wrapped his arm around Collin’s chest from behind, leaning over him, and felt for the softness in the cleft of Collin’s ass that guarded his inner passage.
He’d never done this before, had never taken another man, or woman for that matter. The softness of Collin’s hole reminded him of his own, though he’d rarely explored himself.
Collin breathed inside the circle of Jun’s arm. Jun pressed his face against Collin’s shoulder blade. He could feel every twitch and shift of Collin’s body. His heartbeat. His breath caught as Jun sank a finger into him.
Warmth. Tight warmth. Jun moved his finger in a circle, just feeling what it was like. He was in someone else. Not just touching them, but in them.
He closed his eyes. His head felt dizzy and his stomach flipped like he had jumped off a cliff.
He was touching another man inside.
For now, he had no desire to do this with Damian. He only wanted Damian to be inside of him, to be hunted, brought down, claimed. But Collin was soft, for all his strength. Collin was beautiful on his knees.
Jun kissed him, passionately, against his spine and twisted his fingers, making Collin’s breath hitch. He dropped his hand, feeling the thickness between Collin’s legs getting fuller. He went back to holding him and slid his finger out.
Two . They could both take it.
Two fingers was just as heady as one, if not more.
He had to work for it, pulling Collin upright, letting Collin’s head fall back against his shoulder, pushing upwards into Collin’s body.
Collin worked for him, pushing out and down, taking it.
Jun kissed his neck, praising him in silence.
It was plain that émeric or Richard had prepped Collin to be taken, but that didn’t mean Jun couldn’t take his time.
He found that place inside that made men wild and wanton and stroked it. Collin stiffened, his breath coming in pants.
“Don’t cum,” Jun whispered.
He pulled his hand out, squeezing more lube into his palm and coating three of his fingers.
It was a little more effort, getting them all in.
He had to push Collin forward, his head nearly to the table, and spread his knees to make room.
But then they were in. It was obscene—beautiful and obscene—his fingers buried in Collin’s body.
They were being watched, he could feel the eyes of the other three on them, but to look at them would be to break the moment.
He needed to be here, with Collin. The next part would be for their voyeurs but this part needed to be him and Collin alone.
He wasn’t going to fuck Collin. That wasn’t possible, not this first time. No, he was going to worship the ever loving fuck out of him.
Stroking Collin’s back, he eased his fingers out of Collin’s body and reached for the lube one more time. He spread it over his cock, mimicking the motions he’d seen Damian use, and then wiped the excess away on his leg.
Collin was still as Jun had left him, leaning forward on his knees.
Jun brought his cock to Collin’s entrance and rested the tip there, against the slightly open orifice.
Collin was still, breathing, waiting as if it were an action.
Jun pressed his lips to Collin’s hips, one side, then the other.
He spread his legs wider, so he could mold himself against Collin’s ass.
The head of his cock sank into Collin’s body.
Butterflies and mountains. Jun closed his eyes, needing to feel the sensation of pressing inside, of the heat of another around him, of being encased and pressed and surrounded, of holding another to him and taking them.
He wrapped his arms around Collin, guiding him upright. It was an embrace, more than a hold, one arm around Collin’s stomach, another around his chest. Collin turned into him, nuzzling his face, breathing through the invasion of his loins.
Jun eased deeper, dragging Collin against him and moving forward on his knees until they were pressed together, his entire length inside Collin and the swell of Collin’s ass resting on Jun’s thighs.
“Beautiful.” Jun whispered.
Collin whimpered, just a little, quiet, and soft. If he had had his hands, he would have been clinging to Jun, he could feel it. Collin’s body was trying to cling without the use of his arms. His fingers, where they could bound as they were between them, reached out, and stroked Jun’s chest.
Jun fucked up into Collin slowly. He was the other man’s fourth partner of the day, though he was certain Collin could take it. Richard wouldn’t have made declarations that would damage his submissive. Not with how much care he had trained into Damian.
The soft pants Collin made, the way his eyes fluttered— ugh , Jun almost bit his cheek to keep his control. Instead, he glanced up.
Damian was standing at the end of the table, facing them, his fingers just touching the edge of the wood. He wasn’t smiling, the look on his face was far too intense for mirth. He was staring, lips parted, eyes heated. Aroused.
Jun’s chest ached, feeling as if it were suddenly expanding, reaching out to Damian. And now he wasn’t alone with Collin, but he was also with Collin. He was aware again of Richard and émeric standing to the other side of the table, émeric with his arms around Richard.
Jun slid his hand up Collin’s throat and grasped his jaw, turning his face towards his Master and his Sir. “Look,” Jun whispered.
Collin mewed, his hips grinding down on Jun’s cock, his eyes wide and desperate, gazing towards his dominants. His fingers scrambled for purchase. Jun gave in, grabbing one of Collin’s hands in his, gripping him back.
Collin groaned, relaxing against Jun’s body, eyes falling closed again, as if being stared at was too much to handle.
Jun reached for the basket. It took a little fumbling to find what he wanted, but it was at the top, a chocolate snack bar, one of the long ones that was thick all the way around, with caramel and crunchy crackers inside, making it strong.
He tore the wrapper off with his teeth. Collin’s eyes fluttered, his attention drawn to the sound.
Jun sucked the end of the bar into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it. Milk chocolate flavor coated his tongue. He tipped Collin’s head back against his shoulder, then pressed the end of the bar to Collin’s mouth. “Lick, don’t bite.”
Collin opened, taking it deep and getting it wet and warm. Jun stroked it over Collin’s tongue until the outer shell was soft, and then slid it down towards Collin’s throat, careful not to go all the way.
He pulled it out and Collin sucked, wrapping his lips around the chocolate and caramel bar. Jun tugged and Collin let it go, licking his lips, chocolate smeared around his mouth.
Jun dragged the bar down the arch of Collin’s neck and over his chest, down to his belly. Collin panted, watching the trails of chocolate left behind.
It was like painting, if the canvas was warm and breathing. But his brush was getting dry. Jun tapped Collin’s mouth, demanding entrance. Collin accepted, licking and sucking, until the bar was melting again. Jun drew patterns on his thighs, up his ribs, down the length of Collin’s cock.
The third time Collin opened his mouth before Jun even pressed the bar against his lips. Jun pushed forward, making both of them kneel up on their knees, so he could thrust into Collin. He held him with one arm around his chest, the chocolate bar in his mouth, almost in his throat, and plowed.
The whimpers and half strangled moans Collin gave were a drug.
Jun clung to him, his orgasm mounting inside him. He looked up, feeling drunk, at Damian. There was so much intensity there. Jun’s own hole twitched. That was the look of a hunter. There was no way he was escaping the evening without his Alpha mounting him.
He welcomed that.
Someday, he might relish and linger in the power rolling through him, but for the moment, it was almost overwhelming. Too heady. Beautiful, but swirling around him until he almost couldn’t breathe, too many things to think about, so much responsibility.
He put the bar sideways in front of Collin’s mouth like a bit. “Hold,” he ordered, closing Collin’s mouth around the bar, and then he bent him forward, holding his hips and bucking up into him.
So much untouched skin. He took the bar from Collin’s mouth and drew an R and an E, one above and one below Collin’s arms, and then he dropped it to the table in favor of chasing his pleasure.
Collin squeezed around him and he went over the edge of bliss, pleasure thundering through him as he released.
He didn’t lose himself, but it was close. He leaned over Collin, breathing against his spine, catching his breath. Slowly, he sat up, but held Collin down.
“Look,” Jun whispered.
Collin blinked, turning his head towards Richard and émeric
“Your Master and your Sir are hungry. You should serve them dessert.”
Jun reached into the basket and pulled out a banana. It was half wrapped in a condom and barely ripe at all, still very firm. He held the blunt end to Collin’s lips. “Get it wet.”
Collin couldn’t, not at that angle. Jun pulled him upright and swirled the banana in Collin’s mouth like he had the chocolate bar. Then he pushed him back down, and eased out his cock, pushing the condom covered end of the fruit into Collin.