Warning: same as before but bass boosted.

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He was right, of course.

Damon couldn't be sure if it was the heat that was making Jun so rough, or if Jun was really like this in bed, but all Damon could do was focus on not biting the fingers in his mouth right off and breathing through his nose while Jun thrusted like he was trying to get his balls into Damon. The slap of skin on skin, and the squelch as each thrust of Jun's cock pushed more slick out of Damon, were obscenely loud in the quiet of the room.

And while Damon was still trying to think of what to do to solve the little no-condom issue, ninety-eight percent of him was going wild, driven insane by the friction, by the slide of their bodies, and the feeling of being filled up so perfectly, stretched so helplessly.

It was so goddamn good. And Damon wanted nothing more than to let the last two percent of him join in with the rest and simply let himself whimper and squirm on Jun's cock like the slut he was and so desperately wanted to be right now.

But there was no morning after pill that worked on werewolves. Their constitutions simply burned them up before they could do what they were supposed to. And by the way Jun was clearly trying to split Damon down the middle, it was unlikely he had any plans of pulling out when he came.

What's worse is that the omega in Damon, and Other Damon, were begging for Jun's come inside. Being marked like that, so deeply, made to be a hole for Jun's release – it was a deeper, darker need that those parts of him were slaves to.

It also wasn't like Damon could tell Jun to stop or he would get Damon pregnant. That would likely have the opposite effect.

Damon did the only thing he could. He bit Jun's fingers.

Jun's hips stuttered, but didn't stop. "Hm" he hummed, not displeased or annoyed, more like someone who looked outside, noticed it was raining and went "hm, guess I'll stay inside today." He pulled the fingers away, taking with them a silvery strand of saliva that snapped and fell against Damon's chin to join the rest of the spit he couldn't swallow. Thank God. Now Damon's mouth was conveniently free to persuade him somehow.

"Jun – "

Maybe speaking so soon wasn't the best idea. His voice came out raspy, more a moan, and Jun took it as such, pulling almost all the way out, until just the tip was left inside before slamming it back down to the root.

"Hah!" Damon exclaimed, involuntarily, feeling shockwaves traveling up his spine, making the muscles in his thighs tremble as he was forced to hold himself up for Jun's pleasure. Well, really it was Jun doing most of the work of holding him up, so Damon could let his muscles relax if he wanted.

But part of him was too focused on being a good whore for Jun that it was unacceptable to drop his hips even slightly.

At this point in sex as well, Damon's over-production problem was making itself apparent. He could feel the slick almost down to his knees, and with the way Jun was going at it, it was bound to be all over him too. He could feel it on his ass cheeks, sticking with every meeting of their skin, with each of Jun's thrusts, and every time Damon bounced himself on Jun's cock.

"Jun, I need – "

This attempt failed as well, because Jun used the hand that had just been in Damon's mouth to wrap it in Damon's hair, pulling him back and up into an even stricter arch, and then he was inexorably pinned, tiny fucked out noises coming out involuntarily as his gaze went foggy. Jun slowed the jerking of his hips to a slower, steadier pace, making sure Damon felt every inch of him and he drew in and out.

Jun didn't moan too much in bed, but his mouth committed other crimes. "So wet," he murmured, "so good for me."

Alright. Damon's two percent of control was rapidly slipping. He had to do something, fast.

And just like that, it came to him.

"Jun, Jun," he called breathlessly. "I want to ride you."

Jun's hips came to a full stop this time. Good. That was good. It meant he was considering, right? Jun was silent for several moments. Maybe he was looking at Damon incredulously, as if thinking ride me? With those trembling legs?

Damon wouldn't blame him. He wasn't sure he was up to the task either. But if he could be the one on top, the one setting the pace, then maybe he could pull off when Jun came. Jun would not like that, but better to have Jun momentarily displeased with him than to be pregnant before he and Jun were even mates. He just had to hope that he would be lucid enough to notice when Jun was near the edge, that he was mentally strong enough to fight his omega and Other Damon, and physically strong enough to fight Jun should Jun try to hold him on his cock.

So...he had about as much chance of accomplishing that as he had sanity right now. A whopping two percent.

Great.

But at least there was a chance, right...?

Jun, contrary to Damon's previous thoughts, was surprisingly into the idea. Damon felt him pull out and then in the next moment, he found himself straddling Jun, Jun's cock already being fed into his hole from the new position. Damon's lips parted on a silent gasp as he slowly sank down until he was flush against Jun's hips. Jun waited until Damon's breathing evened out before gripping Damon's hips and encouraging him to move. Damon was thankful for the help. His thigh muscles were in no state to be doing this kind of exercise.

This new position was...a little too much. Because Jun wasn't looking at where their bodies were meeting. He was looking at Damon. And Damon found himself incapable of breaking his stare. The intimacy of it was hypnotizing.

Then, as Damon was lost in Jun's stare, his mind blanking out, leaving him looking to Jun as a tether, Jun's lips twitched up at one corner. He took his hands away from Damon's hips and Damon came to a shuddering halt, his expression towards Jun taking on an edge of helplessness, as if he was being bullied.

And honestly, he was. Because the implication was clear. Jun wanted him to do the work now.