"...Fine."

The reaction was instantaneous. Damon found himself on his back for the second time that day, bouncing slightly on the couch cushions. Jun was ripping the blanket off him and working on the button to his jeans before Damon could comprehend that he was no longer vertical.

Later, Damon would blame this all on Jun. If Jun would just not get so excited about this kind of thing like a little kid on Christmas, he definitely would have said no. But looking at Jun's fluffy hair as he determinedly wrestled with sliding Damon's jeans down his thighs, he couldn't find it in him to say 'never mind.'

Once the jeans were off, Damon panicked a bit and grabbed a corner of the abandoned blanket to cover himself. His underwear wasn't even off yet. He flushed down to his neck, suddenly a bit ashamed. What was he embarrassed for now? He'd just had Jun between his legs in a public park.

Jun paused at the movement and sat back slightly, blinking up at Damon wordlessly. Patiently waiting for a signal to continue.

That was the thing about Jun that Damon found to be both really nice and really frustrating. Nice, because Damon didn't feel pressured about anything. Frustrating, because sometimes he just wanted Jun to take what he wanted. Granted, he hadn't experienced this trait of Jun's in a sexual capacity before, but it was both nice and frustrating even so.

For example, when he and Jun had just began dating, Jun had walked Damon to his front door after their fourth or fifth date – blissfully chaperone-free this time – and stared at Damon expectantly as he unlocked the door.

Having seen too many movies with exactly this situation, Damon thought he wanted a goodbye kiss or something and racked his brain for the politest way to refuse. Not that he was particularly against the idea, it was just that they had just eaten really garlicky Italian food and Damon didn't really want their first kiss to be forever cemented as The Stinky Kiss in his memories.

But Jun seemed to be able to read Damon's mind and shook his head softly, opening his arms in invitation. Ah. A hug, not a kiss. Jun didn't move towards him or say anything, but Damon could see from the way he was leaning forward on his toes, practically vibrating, that he really wanted that hug. And yet, if Damon had said sorry, better luck next time, he was certain Jun would have backed off, no questions asked.

Damon still hugged him, of course. Who was he to deny someone so goddamned cute? As an added bonus, he found out that Jun was probably the best hugger in the entire universe. His hugs were tight and warm because he was big, broad, and strong. It was like hugging a really big, really warm teddy bear. So comforting. Damon would never admit that he had thought, briefly, about abducting Jun as a mattress for his next nesting haze. Soft, yet firm, warm, and plus – endless supply of alpha pheromones. The perfect solution.

It was pretty much the same thing now. Damon knew what Jun wanted – and he wanted to provide that for him – but he knew Jun would rather wait for Damon to ask for it on his own than be pressured into it. So his moment of anxiety passed pretty quickly.

He wiggled a bit on the couch until he could prop his head up slightly and meet Jun's eyes. He was still staring. Waiting. He would be the picture of a perfect gentleman – if he wasn't framed by Damon's naked thighs. That was decidedly more indecent.

Damon felt hot all over, and Jun's unfortunate habit of staring without blinking was only making the situation worse. His big, hot hands lightly pressing into Damon's legs just above the knees was also a little too much stimulation. But, based on how much wetter he could feel himself becoming, his body did not mind one bit. And honestly, looking at Jun's expressionless face, Damon found himself no longer minding either.

However, that didn't mean Damon wasn't going to cover his face firmly for the entire duration of Jun's 'exploration.' With a defeated groan, he let his head fall back, threw his arms over his face, and relaxed as much as possible. "Go 'head," he said, muffled by his arms, sounding almost petulant.

Jun didn't move immediately, despite receiving permission, and when he did finally move, it was to move back – away from where Damon wanted him. And, to Damon's eternal horror, that damned omega hindbrain kicked in before Damon consciously realized what was going on and wrapped his legs around Jun before he could get too far like a boa constrictor. As a result, Jun was pushed forward, torso now clenched between Damon's knees. His only reaction was a surprised grunt that Damon should not have found quite as sexy as he did.

Damon was frozen, even more terrified of moving his arms away. Cool it, Damon scolded himself and his omega instincts. Please tell me I'm not a secret slut.

Unfortunately, based on everything Malachi had told him in their last, extremely unpleasant conversation, there was significant evidence pointing to that.

Even more unfortunately, Damon had accidentally whispered 'please tell me I'm not a secret slut' out loud and now Jun was purring. "My secret slut," he corrected, pleased. Damon pressed his arms harder into his face, wishing he could sink into the couch and simply not exist.

Damon's underwear was slowly worked down his thighs. It was significantly easier than the denim of his jeans, but still embarrassing because it was drenched. Jun only pulled them as far as Damon's knees, thankfully. Based on Damon's level of control right now, he probably would have let Jun do whatever he wanted. Leaving him partially covered by the blanket, with his underwear in easy reach, was giving Damon some room to cover himself and avoiding going any farther than 'looking'.

Actually...Damon really didn't know what Jun was planning to do, but he was thankful that despite being in preheat Jun was somehow still more in control than Damon. In fact, Jun must have really excellent control over himself, because most alphas this close to The Season would probably be prompted right into full heat just by being in close to proximity to an omega as horny as Damon was right now. Especially one they had a courting claim with. Damon certainly wouldn't trust Malachi to be this close to him right now.

Jun didn't move for several minutes, but Damon could feel his stare like something real and hot affixed to his leaking hole. He could feel himself twitching down there in response. Was Jun...really planning just to look? Not that Damon minded. This was already a little too hot and heavy for them. They'd only kissed once for goodness' sake!

Just as Damon was beginning to relax a bit and allow Jun to stare all he wanted, not expecting anything more than that, he suddenly felt something on his inner thigh, a scant few inches from his hole, and flinched. Not knowing what it was at first, he tightened his muscles on reflex and then felt Jun's breath skating over his hole – and promptly whipped his arms away from his eyes to check that Jun's whole face really wasn't just down there, but -

It was. It really was. Oh boy. All he saw was tufts of Jun's soft black hair sticking up over the blanket. The rest was concealed from his view, which, honestly, was better because Damon might have actually fainted if he'd actually seen Jun looking at his most private place with that worshipful gaze.

Damon would admit it. He panicked. Just a bit. His legs struggled to close on instinct to hide himself from Jun's gaze, his body moving up the couch unconsciously to get away – but in a scant second he found himself pinned with Jun's big hands pressing his hips into the couch, legs forced open to their widest angle. Damon blinked rapidly in confusion, looking around wildly as Jun's head popped up over the blanket just enough for Damon to see his eyes. The lower half of his face was still concealed, like a jungle cat peering at prey.

Jun stared him down for a solid five seconds, and Damon found himself in a daze, unable to look away.

"Behave," Jun said calmly. "I know what you need."

And then his tongue was inside Damon.