***

Damon gripped Jun's thighs tightly. It hadn't taken much persuasion – or really any – for Jun to get Damon to take the toy in his ass again and then use his mouth on Jun's cock. Between the vibration making Damon softer and wetter than before at the back and the hefty weight of Jun on his tongue again, Damon was about to go mad. Jun's hands in his hair – guiding and occasionally encouraging – didn't help matters any. Thankfully, after doing it the first time, Damon had a better idea of what he was meant to do.

It was probably better this way, honestly, because Damon had forgotten, until this point, a condom – again. The one thing he was supposed to be sure he had on hand and the only ones he had were still in his jacket pocket downstairs. He hadn't worried about it as much because Jun was temporarily out of heat, and so Damon figured he could talk Jun out of stuffing him full of jizz. Thankfully, Jun was a step ahead. Or maybe he just really wanted to come in Damon's mouth. Either way, Damon was grateful.

Jun used his grip on Damon's hair to slide him up and down his cock. Damon did his best to remember to suck and keep his teeth out of the way, but the pleasure of the vibrator was making it hard to think of anything at all. He could really only make sure his mouth was open and soft and take what he was given.

After a few minutes of this, Damon could feel the pulsating of Jun's cock on his tongue and knew he was about to come, so he eagerly took in as much of Jun's cock as his mouth could hold in preparation.

Jun seemed to find this funny – in fact, he'd been laughing at Damon all day, what was with that?

"Greedy," Jun murmured affectionately, and if Damon had the presence of mind to be embarrassed at this point, he definitely would be.

Greedy Damon may be, but he couldn't really care at that moment. But, as if seeking specifically to ruin Damon's fun, Jun chose that moment to roughly pull Damon off his cock, a delicate thread of saliva connecting his lips to the head of his dick before it snapped. Damon whined.

Whined.

"Jun-!" he began, irrationally angry about not getting to swallow Jun's come. But Jun just shushed him, holding Damon securely by the chin while he stroked his own length. On the face, but not in my mouth, Damon thought?? How cruel!

Upset, Damon narrowed his eyes, already planning – and when Jun finally came with a low groan, Damon quickly opened his mouth to catch what he could, the rest landing on his cheeks and chin.

If rational Damon been watching himself from the outside, he probably would have jumped out the window.

As it was, Damon was unimaginably pleased with himself for this little act of defiance – but in Jun's eyes, what he saw was Damon, smiling, with his mouth still open and displaying the white on his tongue before he happily swallowed it. After swallowing, Damon sat up and weakly removed the vibrator from his hole, rubbing at the come on his cheeks – clearly thinking they were done. And when Damon happened to glance down and saw that Jun was – for some inconceivable reason – hard as iron again, he could only meekly take whatever Jun saw fit to do to him next - reaping what he'd sown.

***

Several hours later, Damon lay prone on the couch, a warm, wet towel over his eyes, a heated blanket wrapped around his lower half. His asshole throbbed. Jun sat on the floor by his head, happily placing an assortment of fruits into a bowl for Damon to snack on. He was humming lightly – a ray of sunshine compared to the black cloud that was hanging over Damon.

Damon had reason to be grumpy. Jun hadn't let him go for hours. As it turned out, Jun had had condoms in his pants pockets the whole time, so he did Damon until all Damon could do was drool onto the pillows. All for what? Because Jun saw his come on Damon's face? A poor excuse, if you ask Damon.

Note to self, Damon thought. Dispose of the vibrator. Ban Jun from his room. Maybe then he would have a chance to avoid being done until his brain was fried.

...Who was he kidding. Jun could do that to him anytime, anywhere, toy or no toy.

There was something that was bugging Damon though, so he reached out with the towel still covering his eyes and slapped Jun's arm to get his attention. He heard Jun shuffling to look at him.

"Hey. What was with you earlier? Why were you laughing at me the whole time?" he asked it with a pretend-harsh tone, coming off as mildly annoyed rather than a little insecure – as he actually was. It didn't feel like Jun was ridiculing him. But he couldn't be sure that that wasn't the case, either. Not that Jun was the type of person to do that, but still.

He heard Jun let out a huff of amusement. Then there was a fluffy head rubbing against Damon's arm. "Because you're cute," he said simply. Then, after a pause, with an undefined emotion in his voice, "Because you're mine."

It took Damon a while to get it. From Jun's point of view...well, he'd been pursuing Damon for a while, to say the least. Damon could imagine that after so long of wanting something, finally getting to have it, in all the ways you'd dreamed about, would be a fairly euphoric experience.

So maybe the laughter hadn't been to make fun of Damon. Maybe...maybe the laughter had been out of disbelief.

Damon bit the inside of his cheek, feeling a little dizzy despite the fact that he wasn't moving or even upright. He hurriedly distracted himself by thinking of how long it was going to take to put his nest back together. There were blankets and pillows all over Damon's room, scattered both from Damon's breakdown, and from their earlier activities. And now Jun's scent was all over the place in there. If Damon's parents had been here, he definitely would have had to secretly wash everything in there to keep them from noticing that their son had had marathon sex in their house.

But Damon's parents weren't here. So...he would wash the ones covered in fluids. The rest – the rest could stay as they were. Definitely not because Damon wanted to keep Jun's scent around, but because – because washing that much was a lot of work.

Damon was about to rip the towel off and scold Jun for doing that in his nest when the sound of the front door opening broke the silence first. Damon's mouth snapped shut. Who was that? Probably Mark. Mark was the only person that would just walk into Damon's house uninvited. With a sigh, Damon sat up and took the towel away, getting ready for Mark to tell him some kind of bad news about the Malachi situation – which Damon was determinedly not thinking about – when he, indeed, saw Mark. But Mark wasn't alone.

No, Mark was scrabbling to block the view of two other people as they came into the house, once again being an ultimate bro and protecting Damon and Jun in case they were indecent. But that wouldn't work with these two people.

Because this was their house. Damon sat frozen on the couch, Jun at his elbow, only able to watch in horror as his mom and dad came to a stop at the entrance to the living room.