Epilogue #7
Protectiveness thrummed in his chest as if it could rewrite his DNA even more than Jun already had just by breathing.
He kissed his way down either side of Jun’s back, over his shoulders and neck, tending to the bruises he’d put there.
More. He needed to give more. Turning Jun over was simple.
He held himself over his boy, his knees on either side of Jun’s hips and pressed his forehead to Jun’s breathing in the same air.
“Mine.”
“Mine,” Jun whispered against Damian’s lips. His voice slurred.
Damian nuzzled his throat. He could bite and suck later. Now was the time for gentleness. His beautiful prey had given him everything. He deserved care. Damian could give him nothing else.
He pressed his lips to Jun’s collar bones and down his chest, over his ribs, pressed his face to Jun’s belly.
Sitting up on his knees, he smoothed his palms over Jun’s thighs, lifting his legs.
Cum marked the cleft between Jun’s glutes.
Damian kissed his way down between Jun’s legs and raised Jun’s ass to his mouth. Jun whined and tried to close his legs.
Damian bit his inner thigh, gently, in warning. Jun whimpered. His legs fell open, letting Daman do as he liked.
Jun
Jun drifted in sunlight and warm hands. In all the languages he could speak, he didn’t have one word for the state he was in. Fragile. Powerful. Beautiful. Nothing at all.
Damian’s.
He was Damian’s.
Damian held Jun’s legs folded up and bent back, exposing his hole. Jun shivered, almost sick, ready to cry again as Damian licked his hole clean.
Damian dragged his thumb over Jun’s opening, the pad of his digit slipping inside. Jun’s ass spasmed, trying to suck Damian deeper.
Damian lowered Jun’s legs and crawled up his body so that he was on all fours, braced over Jun again. Jun fluttered his eyes open in the shade of Damian’s shoulders.
“Alpha. DaSu.”
Damian lowered his head and nuzzled Jun’s cheek with his nose before kissing him, gentle and slow.
Jun tried to raise one arm to touch all that beauty and strength above him, but he was still too weak. If he had to, he could, but he wanted to stay here, in the waves of helplessness and softness. Somewhere else there was a world that would never let him be this, but it was far away.
Damian laid down beside him, his hands still running over Jun’s skin. He found enough energy to arch into the touch, to turn his head and show Damian his throat.
Damian kissed the bared arch and coaxed Jun’s chin down, turning Jun in against him and onto his side. Jun curled into him. Damian’s hand stroked down his back and rubbed his ass. Fingers grazed his hole and sank into him.
Jun shivered, pressing into Damian’s body.
“I’m going to keep playing with you,” Damian whispered. “Tell me if you can’t take it.”
Jun whimpered. Words were beyond him, but the promise of being played with, of pleasing, of being the focal point of Damian’s amusement and attention was too desirous to be denied.
That helpless, small, beautiful state mixed with soft humiliation rolled through him again.
He spread his fingers again, signaling green.
They lay there, Jun curled into Damian’s body as the breeze passed overhead and birds sang in the trees.
Now and then Damian would mouth Jun’s shoulder, or kiss his cheek and stroke Jun’s hole, keeping him drifting and surrendered.
In time one finger in Jun’s hole became two.
Damian pushed Jun onto his back and touched him from his face to his feet.
Jun watched Damian through slitted eyes, feeling a fraction more aware but still nearly immobile.
He managed to bend one arm under his head so he could prop himself up enough to see Damian.
The sun was higher, now. He let his other arm rest against his forehead, shielding his face.
Damian smiled down at him and spread Jun’s thighs.
Jun arched his back, offering himself. Damian circled Jun’s cock and balls with one hand, ending with cupping Jun’s balls in his palm. Eyes on Jun’s face, he closed his hand, pulling Jun’s balls away from his body.
Jun’s breath hitched. He stilled, watching.
Damian fondled Jun’s balls inside their sack, moving them one way then the other. Jun tossed his head, body twitching from the sensations.
Damian sank two fingers into Jun’s hole and closed his hand around his balls.
Something pitiful and submissive keened out of Jun’s throat. His sight disappeared. His back arched and he shuddered through the onslaught. His legs relaxed, opening wider and his arms moved to brace himself on the grass. He gasped through the waves of sensations from his onslaught.
Damian tightened his grip. Sharp heat and fear flashed through Jun. His arms collapsed and limbs shuddered. His consciousness stilled inside him, waiting on Damian’s will.
Damian eased his grip. Jun panted through the sharpness and heat. He fluttered eyes open, looking at Damian. Damian stroked Jun’s belly and kissed his knee. Jun’s heart floated up from his ribs and went out of him towards Damian. He smiled faintly through the pounding in his chest.
Damian
Damian wanted to stay in this moment with Jun for as long as they could.
His boy was a thing of beauty, a picture of pride and strength surrendered in the grass, arms and legs splayed open, an ode written to trust. Purple bite marks adorned his throat.
His nipples were peeked and tender looking from being suckled and mouthed.
The last brown and green marks from the bullet marked his side and waist stood out as an inscription to courage.
His muscles were lax but visible beneath the sunlight.
His hole pulsed around Damian’s fingers, still wet and loose from being taken.
“Yours,” Jun whispered.
Damian blinked back tears, power, awe, need gripping his chest. He twisted his fingers inside Jun, rubbing that place inside him. Jun groaned and writhed.
He wanted and Jun offered. He caressed Jun’s balls again and pulled on them.
Soft, stuttered cries worked their way out of Jun’s throat.
Damian played with him, fucking him with his fingers, kissing and biting his thighs and tugging on his balls by turns.
Fresh sweat broke out over Jun’s skin. He was going to have to get his boy water soon.
But not yet. The moment wasn’t ready to be broken. Jun’s surrender, his open acceptance was too precious to carelessly release.
He bent over, taking Jun’s cock in his mouth just to taste it, speared his tongue against Jun’s slit, nibbled his way down the thick vein on the underside and sucked one ball, then the other into his mouth. He dragged his teeth across Jun’s taint and caught the base of Jun’s ballsack between them.
Jun screamed, chest coming off the ground. But his hands remained in the grass, open.
Damian licked the area he’d bitten and went back to kissing between Jun’s thighs, his fingers continuing to make themselves at home inside Jun’s body.
His eyes focused on the bruises at Jun’s neck.
Things of beauty. He needed more. He pulled his fingers out and turned Jun over again, and bent over, taking mouthfuls of Jun’s ass.
Jun’s feet beat into the ground and he grasped at the grass, crying out.
Damian moved from one ass cheek to the other.
He dragged his finger nails down Jun’s back, leaving red marks, then moved to his legs, biting and scratching.
Jun moaned, kicked weakly, and tossed his head by turns.
He suffered, the tears coming back to his face.
And yet his body remained pliant. Fear filled his eyes as Damian turned him onto his back again and curled his fingers around his balls. Damian stared back.
The fear turned into surrender. Jun pushed his groin up into Damian’s hand.
If Damian had been standing, the move would have brought him to his knees. Awe and a need to be worthy flooded him. He kissed his way up to Jun’s chest. He took one nipple between his teeth and met Jun’s gaze.
Jun shuddered, sucking in a breath.
Damian closed his hand around Jun’s balls as he bit and sucked on Jun’s nipple.
Jun’s heartbeat thudded against Damian’s face. His torso moved like spring against the ground, trying to absorb the sensations rolling through it. Damian let go of Jun’s balls and drove his fingers back into Jun’s body.
Jun screamed, his abs tightening, showing every line. Cum erupted from his cock, marking him from belly to throat. Damian bent to lick him clean, his fingers still moving inside his boy, forcing him through the aftershocks until sobs came from Jun’s throat.
Damian sat up on his knees, his fingers still in Jun’s hole, and watched him.
His beautiful boy was wrecked in the best way.
Red and purple marks littered him from neck to knees.
His chest glistened with Damian’s saliva where he’d been licked clean.
His arms and legs were sprawled out, unorganized and limp.
He gazed back at Damian through half-lidded eyes, helpless, just breathing.
Damian unlatched the leather bracelet twined twice around his wrist and wrapped it in a collar around Jun’s throat. Jun never took his eyes from Damian’s face.
“Yours,” Jun whispered, hoarse from screaming.
“Mine,” Damian whispered.
“Mine,” Jun said. His hand came up clumsily, grasping at Damian’s wrist.
Damian covered Jun’s hand with his own. “Yours.”
Jun smiled. “Tell me I don’t have to come back yet.”
“Not letting you go. Drift as you like.” He knew where Jun was. Subspace . An altered state. Not one to be left quickly, certainly not one where the dom could leave the sub alone. Given the right handling, Jun could stay in this state. He hoped he could. It was blissful, as Damian well knew.