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To be perfectly honest...Damon had never done this before. One would think, with Malachi the way he is, that this would have been territory Damon had crossed. But they hadn't really been together long enough to try it.

So Damon was kind of flying by the seat of his pants here. Jun, for his part, just looked confused, head tilted as if to ask what Damon was doing on the floor. It wasn't until Damon slowly reached for the waistband of Jun's pants that Jun's eyes widened comically.

Quick as a flash, Jun grabbed Damon's hands with his own to stop him. He opened his mouth, probably full of questions, but none of them came out. Damon smiled up at Jun, reassuring him, despite not being at all confident in his actions, and Jun paused, something dreamy coming over his face as he stared down at Damon. Damon couldn't fathom what Jun was seeing from his point of view, looking down at Damon as Damon raised his gaze and smiled, but apparently it was distracting enough that Damon had an opening to tug at Jun's pants.

Of course, Jun wasn't wearing underwear. All of Damon's courage was suddenly gone. He'd thought he would have another layer of clothes to go before having to confront Jun's monster of a cock, but here they were. And there it was. Large. Hard. Flushed and a little shiny at the tip.

Damon had seen it before, of course – twice, even – in the forest. But the first time had been an accidental peek, and the second time was in something of an animalistic haze. Damon remembered all the dirty things he'd thought about, seeing it that second time, and now that he had the opportunity to actually enact them, he wasn't sure where to start.

What if it was bad?

Who was he kidding? Of course it would be bad if he'd never done it before. Damon didn't know if Jun had ever been on the receiving end of this kind of thing, but based on Jun's nonchalance about telling Damon that he'd had sex before, there was a pretty good likelihood that Jun had, indeed, had a blow job. And Damon knew he couldn't compare.

Damon must have been staring for too long. Jun, with a heavy-lidded gaze, brought one hand to Damon's head, winding it through Damon's hair. He didn't say anything, but Damon felt warmth coursing through him suddenly. It zinged up and down his spine. He just had to go for it, right? Despite being so nervous, Damon was terribly aroused. He would probably have to borrow a pair of Jun's pants when he left.

And then Jun pulled Damon's hair, Damon's scalp tingled - and he was gone. All the thoughts, all the insecurities – poof. There was no more thinking. There was just Damon and Jun and Jun's cock. And suddenly Damon couldn't fathom why it wasn't in his mouth yet. So he leaned forward and experimentally licked at the shiny tip.

Huh. So that's what that tasted like. It wasn't really good or bad, but Jun's tiny inhale when Damon licked made it all the better. Emboldened, Damon opened his mouth wider – and floundered.

How was he supposed to do this without his teeth getting in the way? How was he supposed to breathe? What was he supposed to do if he couldn't get it all in his mouth? How was he going to swallow his spit? Damon thrummed with anxiety. Maybe this was a bad idea. He was going to be so awful at this –

Damon shouldn't have worried. Jun was there. And Jun would take care of him.

He seemed to see that Damon was panicking and calmly took his other hand, the one not in Damon's hair, and brought it to Damon's mouth. He slid his thumb between Damon's lips, pushing his lower lip over his teeth, and Damon had an answer to at least one of his questions. Damon thought he would remove his thumb after showing Damon what to do. And he did. But he replaced it with his first and middle fingers, sticking them to the base in Damon's mouth. Damon couldn't even wonder why he was doing that. Instinct took over, and Damon automatically sucked, eyes fluttering shut.

It was just a couple fingers in his mouth. And yet somehow, the feeling of being filled wiped Damon's brain clean. It was just gentle static as he focused on tending to the fingers in his mouth as though they were his original target.

All too soon, Jun hummed and pulled his fingers back slowly. Damon whined – whined – at the loss, chasing mindlessly after the fingers with slightly reddened, spit-shiny lips. Jun huffed an amused breath and the hand still in Damon's hair came back to life, gripping tight and pushing Damon forward, forward, until Jun's cockhead bumped against Damon's lips. His brain briefly restarted enough for a tiny spike of anxiety to worm its way back in, but Jun didn't give it time to flourish. He used his thumb again and pulled Damon's jaw open. Then he waited, patient as always, and let Damon do the rest. And Damon did.

He got past the tip without too much trouble, keeping his teeth out of the way and sucking as best he could. He must have been doing okay, because Jun murmured "Good," and stroked the top of Damon's cheek.

Damon's fantasy hadn't been too far off. Feeling the weight of Jun pressing on his tongue, filling his mouth so well, was strangely peaceful. Damon couldn't be bothered to worry about all those little things anymore. He relaxed, and breathing wasn't a problem. He swallowed his spit when he could to provide suction on Jun's cock and let it slip past his lips when he couldn't.

He slid a little bit more in, and a little more – until Jun hit the back of his throat and he choked slightly, eyes watering. He wanted to pull off, but Jun still had his hand in Damon's hair and Damon couldn't move –

And again, he really shouldn't have worried. Jun grabbed one of Damon's hands and brought it up to his dick, encouraging Damon to stroke the parts he couldn't get in his mouth. Once Damon got the idea, Jun then brought that hand down to lightly grip Damon's throat. He ran his fingers up and down lightly until Damon's throat relaxed. Then he wrapped his hand lightly around and squeezed – and Damon hadn't known that he could be even more thoughtless than he was before. His whole body suddenly went pliant, gaze going unfocused.

That's when Jun began thrusting, essentially holding Damon in place and using him as a cocksleeve – and Damon was so okay with that. He stroked Jun's cock at the base, fondled his balls, and at some point, while Damon was being used, he suddenly wanted to see Jun's face very badly, and he lifted his gaze, only to find that Jun was already looking at him, had probably never stopped looking at him, and when their eyes met, Jun went a bit wild. He went harder, faster, no longer using his hips, he just moved Damon's head back and forth on his cock, muttering something like 'beautiful' under his breath.

With one final thrust, Jun released his grip on Damon, but didn't tug him off his cock – and Damon knew instinctively that Jun was letting him choose whether he wanted Jun's cum in his mouth or on his face.

Damon had a bit of a stubborn streak. And he wanted Jun's cum in him. And he got it. With a thrum, Damon's mouth was suddenly filled with warm liquid. He kept sucking Jun through it, and then it was over and Damon's mouth was full of cum. He swallowed it without much thought.

Then there they were, in the aftermath. Jun stared at Damon. Damon stared back, his consciousness lost somewhere in the stratosphere.

Damon still hadn't returned to his body yet when Jun reached down, grabbed Damon under the armpits – and threw him up on the bed.