Jun quickly worked Damon open, pressing kisses into the back of Damon's neck. Damon was still cognizant enough to weakly say "Condom," while backhandedly slapping Jun's arm. Jun wasn't in a fit of heat like he was earlier, so he still had some lucidity, even if it was rapidly disappearing. Damon sighed in relief as he heard the foil packet being torn open.

Jun was silent for a moment, and his fingers paused in Damon and then withdrew as he focused on his task. Damon used the reprieve to pant quietly into the couch.

But while Damon was expecting to be penetrated at any moment, it seemed Jun was in a talkative mood. He rested his face in the crook of Damon's neck. "Damon," he said.

"Hm?" Damon murmured back, eyes half closed and still weighted with sleep.

"Can I..." he trailed off, which was weird enough that Damon's eyes opened fully. Jun didn't talk much, but when he did it was usually with purpose. "I want to..."

What? He wanted to do something to Damon that he hadn't already done? Damon turned his head to look at him. Jun's eyes were hot, but behind them was a type of insecurity – a fear of rejection.

Damon was sure that there was nothing sexual Jun could want to do that Other Damon wouldn't love, so he smiled slightly. "Do whatever you want. As long as it doesn't get me pregnant, anything's okay."

Jun still didn't seem sure. He was frowning slightly, staring hard at Damon, searching him for a lie with his eyes. Damon sighed.

"What is it?"

"I want to...your neck," he mumbled, so quiet that even Damon's werewolf hearing couldn't pick up what he'd said in the middle. At first he was a little taken aback, thinking perhaps Jun was suggesting to bite Damon – which would create a mating bond, which he absolutely wasn't allowed to do. The omega partner, in an alpha-omega pair, was always the one who initiated the mating bite. Before Damon could get at all upset, he remembered Jun scraping his teeth over the bundle of nerves in his neck before and realized what Jun actually wanted.

He wanted to fuck Damon while he stimulated those nerves at the same time. It wasn't uncommon to do that. Damon had heard that it was so immensely pleasurable for some omegas that they passed out during orgasm. Other omegas, however, hated it, because they essentially lost any semblance of control. Your limbs wouldn't respond to you, and you couldn't really talk beyond gibberish and moaning.

It was really 50/50 on whether you enjoyed it or not. If you liked it, you really liked it, if you didn't, you hated it.

Well, Damon reasoned with himself, I've liked it every time before. So Damon said, "Okay."

Jun pressed a kiss into Damon's shoulder and got right to work. He grabbed a handful of Damon's ass and roughly shoved him until he was facedown in the couch cushions. Damon didn't know when Jun had taken his pants off, but they conveniently weren't in the way. Jun got up on the couch behind him, pulling Damon's hips up in a parody of earlier. It was a common position, as the presenting position, but Damon was simultaneously embarrassed and aroused by it. Having everything so on display for Jun was both a point of insecurity and lust.

Because Jun had been fingering him, and because of their activities earlier, he was loose and very wet. Jun slid right in, the ache more pleasure than pain. As Jun got a rhythm going, Damon idly thought that they were going to get the couch dirty. Then Damon would have no choice but to sleep on the bed.

Maybe that was Jun's master plan.

Damon felt Jun leaning forward across Damon's back, changing the angle of his thrusts just so. He was hitting that pleasure point on almost every thrust, and Damon unconsciously lifted his hips more, arching his back and pressing back into the sensation. Other Damon was practically yowling like a cat in heat in his head – and the irony of that was not lost on Damon.

Damon only realized he was making those tiny fucked-out noises with every thrust when he felt Jun rest his forehead at the top of Damon's spine. He unconsciously tensed a little, waiting for the stimulation on those nerves, but Jun was once again one step ahead, and he was already humming comfortingly, bringing one hand up to stroke Damon's hair. Damon relaxed into the touch – just as Jun gently brought his hand down, pressing ruthlessly over the nerves.

Then it was just...static. No thoughts. No worries. Just a nice, blank place in Damon's mind. Weirdly, though Damon's brain was effectively turned off, he felt every touch, every bit of friction as Jun's cock slid along his inner walls even more intensely. Without the barrier of his own thoughts, he felt surprisingly...freed. Which was strange, because Damon was being held down tighter than a boat to a dock, but mentally, he was freed from his own brain. All the overthinking. All the anxiety.

It was blissfully gone. And Damon could only mewl as Jun went harder, slamming into Damon like he wanted to break Damon's spine. Damon felt Jun's balls slapping against his own, wetness from his own slick making the sound more obscene.

Damon clenched sporadically around Jun involuntarily the closer he came to orgasm. Damon wasn't sure, but he thought he might have been crying. He felt a suspicious wetness on his face.

And then Jun was murmuring lowly to him, hushing him while still fucking him mercilessly. "Shh, that's it," he murmured, "you're taking my cock so well. So soft and open for me. Your cute pink hole is so pretty stretched around me."

If Damon had any capacity for thought right now, he would wonder where this new talkative Jun came from. Hell, if Damon had any capacity for thought, he might have had a stroke from those words alone. As it was, Other Damon was inside him whimpering yes, look how good I'm being, taking my fucking like a good omega.

Then Jun's hips were stuttering, and Damon was making "ah, ah, ah," sounds as he reached the peak.

The rumor was true, by the way. Some omegas passed out when they came like that.

***

Damon woke up for the third time at noon. He was back on Jun's bed, snuggled into Jun's naked chest. Jun was already awake, running his fingers through Damon's hair. Jun noticed that he was awake and pulled away slightly to look into Damon's eyes.

The first thing Damon wanted to say was "Good morning," but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. He tried again, only to realize his brain was still muggy, moving like molasses. Vestiges left over from last night's activities, he supposed.

Jun waited patiently, stroking Damon's arm while Damon tried to regain control of his speech.

After ten to fifteen minutes, Damon was finally able to do it. "Good morning," he said, voice painfully hoarse. Jun grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand for him.

"Good morning," he replied, eyes soft.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but Damon would never find out what it was. There was a knock at the front door of the apartment. With their hearing, they were able to make it out clearly.

"Wakey, wakey," Mark called from outside. "You better not be pregnant. If I have a niece or nephew, you'll make me babysit. I'm terrible with children, Damon."

Damon's heart dropped a little. Mark was back, which meant his and Jun's little sleepover was officially over.

Now they just had to wait out the heat.