When Damon woke up from his well-deserved nap, he felt himself being watched. Damon's first cognizant thought was 'oh, he's horny.'

Damon would like to say that he knew this intuitively simply because of how well he knew Jun. In reality, it was Jun's hard dick pressed against Damon's ass that gave it away.

Really. How could Damon have possibly guessed.

Weird how Damon was supposed to be the one in heat and yet it was Jun who was still the insatiable one. Damon could immediately tell that his heat hadn't returned. He was still lucid. Jun wanted to jump his bones anyway though. Damon couldn't bring himself to feel annoyed about it either. He actually just thought it was really cute.

Damon turned around and snuggled into Jun's broad chest, sticking his nose right in between those pecs. Jun's warm spicy-sweet scent surrounded him in a comforting cloud. Jun began lightly purring, nuzzling the top of Damon's head, and slyly pretending his hand wasn't drifting down to palm Damon's ass.

Damon stifled a smile and without opening his eyes, asked, "How long have you been awake?"

Jun hesitated before answering, which is how Damon knew he'd been awake and staring at Damon for far longer than was probably acceptable for most people. Thank God Damon wasn't most people.

When no answer was forthcoming, Damon huffed out a breath and softly pinched Jun's fluffy left pec. "Creep."

Jun's response was to gently bite Damon's nose, like a dog closing their mouth on another's dog's snout. Except, for dogs and wolves alike, that was a symbol of dominance and control. Ooh, Jun was frisky today.

With Jun's warm weight against him, Damon was also starting to get a little hot under the collar, but he was still in the mood for teasing. "Shouldn't you save some of this energy for when I'm actually in heat?" he asked. "You'll get tired and leave me tragically unsatisfied."

Jun's left eyebrow shot up, a similarly mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "If history is any indication," Jun rumbled, voice still deep and slow with sleep, "I won't be the tired one, heat or no heat."

And then, as if he hadn't just destroyed Damon with that comeback, he nuzzled into Damon's neck to gently scent mark him. Damon lightly slapped Jun's stupid broad shoulder and silently cursed his unnatural stamina. In retaliation, Jun slid two fingers over Damon's clothed hole and pressed – which woke Damon up completely, thank you very much. He also made a very inelegant noise at the feeling that he was going to very promptly forget.

And honestly, Damon pretty promptly forgot his own name. He felt his hole respond by gushing out slick like a waterfall and in the next second, Jun was gently rolling Damon onto his other side so that Damon's back was facing him. He moved Damon into the position he wanted easily and swiftly without having to ask Damon if that's what he wanted. Jun knew what Jun wanted, and Jun knew what Damon wanted, even if Damon didn't. Damon felt like his spine was liquid heat and soft, pliant under Jun's ministrations.

Jun pulled Damon's sweatpants down in a single motion and then his hand, big and warm, slid down Damon's right hip to under his knee, pulling it up towards his chest. After some rustling to get a condom on, Jun was sliding into him slowly.

It all happened fast, and yet not fast enough. Jun's length pushing steadily into him without prep was a sweet kind of ache. It was familiar, but combined with the last dregs of sleep, it was enough to make Damon gasp for breath. Jun pressed a kiss to Damon's exposed shoulder where his shirt had slid down and then in contrast to that gentleness, began thrusting harder, keeping Damon's leg up with an effortless pressure.

Once Jun had established a steady rhythm, Damon gained enough clarity to become concerned about the position they were in. "We should move," he managed to gasp out between thrusts.

Jun reluctantly pulled his head out of Damon's neck to address this. "Why?" he murmured against Damon's ear, which – was so not helping Damon concentrate.

"Aren't we moving now?" Jun continued, punctuating this statement with a particularly hard thrust so that Damon jolted forward. The sudden brutal motion startled a flustered moan out of Damon.

...Little shit.

"Well, Mr. Stamina," Damon finally said after catching his breath for a few moments, "I don't know about you, but I can't hold this position for too long."

Sure, Jun was holding his leg up, but Damon wasn't super flexible and if Jun kept pulling his leg up like that, Damon was going to get a cramp or something and that was going to be way more embarrassing. He was already feeling the burn in his hamstrings.

Jun processed this for a few seconds, then abruptly released Damon's leg – which Damon then tried to put down, thinking they were indeed about to move to a more comfortable position.

Unfortunately, that's not exactly what Jun had in mind.

Jun found Damon's own right hand, which was lying up by his head, lost somewhere in the pillows, gripping the sheets tightly. Their fingers curled together for a brief, sweet moment, and then Jun led Damon down to grab his own leg and hold it even goddamn higher than it had been.

Um...what?

Jun released Damon's hand, and like a brat, Damon immediately released his own leg again, to which he received a slap on the ass, dragging another strangled moan out of Damon. Jun moved Damon's hand back – completely patient despite his evil propensity for spanking. Damon figured out what Jun wanted fairly quickly, and held his leg loosely. He knew that if he let go again, he would just get another swat for his troubles, so he resorted to whining.

"It hurts, I can't do it," he said.

Jun's teeth grazed Damon's neck, causing a shiver to go up Damon's spine. "You can," he murmured, straightforward and sure. "Be good and hold yourself open for me."

So Damon had no choice, obviously, but to keep holding his leg. And if he held it a little higher than before to be good for Jun while getting his poor little hole pounded, that was his business.