Warning: same, but bass boosted again

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This was cruel. Cruel and unusual punishment. Damon was going to sue Jun. His legs were worse than overcooked spaghetti and now he had to bounce on Jun's cock?

Impossible. As much as it was helpful for Damon's plan of avoiding impregnation, he just wasn't physically up for it.

Jun's tiny smirk grew affectionately as he watched Damon flounder, stroking his hands up Damon's thighs and hips, but not exerting any pressure whatsoever. Damon was starting to itch with the need for friction. As much as it was Jun at the mercy of his heat hormones, Damon was feeling almost more desperate than he was, and he impatiently clenched his hole around Jun's cock, pleased when Jun's eyebrows furrowed dangerously. He snapped his hips once, shallow but fierce, and Damon nearly squeaked. It was a warning to behave.

So, gritting his teeth, Damon lifted himself tremblingly about halfway off Jun's cock before falling straight back down. He bit his lip, suddenly a little embarrassed that he hadn't managed to last even a full half hour – or however long they'd already been doing this, Damon was in no condition to keep track of time – before all his muscles gave out. And the worst part was that Other Damon was urging him to whimper and complain to Jun about how tired he was so that Jun would spin him around and keep fucking him into the mattress to get him to behave.

Jun, however, didn't expect Damon to be able to move. He just wanted to tease Damon. And seeing Damon's frustration as he bit his lip and trembled like he had been standing in the cold for hours in only a tank top, Jun' smirk grew into a positively lethal grin and he gripped Damon's hips in a bruising grip, pushing him back up.

With Jun once again in control of the movement, Damon could no longer focus on his aching muscles. With his hands propped on Jun's chest, Damon had to focus on not drooling all over himself as Jun virtually tried to fuck his brain out his ears. He set a brutal pace, hips slamming up as he pulled Damon down. Damon blanked out, mind filling with static as Jun used him as a cocksleeve. At that moment, he wouldn't have minded if being a cocksleeve was the only thing he did for the rest of his life.

After finishing teasing Damon, it seemed that Jun's playful streak was lost in the rush of the heat – now he was only focused on filling Damon with come as fast as possible. Damon, for his part, was rapidly reaching the edge, and while most of him was lost in that static-filled space in his head, the tiniest little voice was still telling him that he either needed to come fast – before Jun did so that he could focus on pulling off of Jun when it was time – or he needed to wait until after Jun to come.

After was probably better, right? So that if he came and then Jun came right after, he wouldn't still be in the aftershocks of orgasm. A good plan, all things considered –

But Jun thought otherwise. Of course, ever the gentleman even while reduced to a mess of heat hormones, he wanted Damon to come first. So, of course, just as they were getting into a rhythm with the whole riding thing, Jun suddenly rolled them over, slotting himself between Damon's legs without even a pause and continuing to slam into him.

Nonononono – not good! How was he supposed to get off Jun's cock before he came now?

With the new position, and the race they were in towards the grand finale, Jun firmly bit down on the meat of Damon's shoulder. Damon felt the pain, registered it, and promptly moaned – because either his brain was messing up the pain and pleasure signals, or he was a smidge masochistic. Damon was too far gone to be able to analyze which it was – and which was worse.

Jun grabbed Damon's legs by the knees and pushed them up – up all the way to his shoulders. Damon's thighs burned with the stretch, but it was the feeling of Jun hitting a much deeper place that had his mouth falling open unrestrainedly, panting, not sure he knew his own name anymore, let alone what he should be doing right about now.

And then, because of this new angle, Jun brushed against that magical place inside Damon on every thrust rather than every other, and Damon took only a few strokes before he froze, sobbing as he came, slick gushing out below, and come painting his lower stomach white above.

In the moments after he came, Damon's hearing was muffled, everything muted, and he felt like he was floating. Jun kept thrusting through his orgasm, taking him through the aftershocks, and through the warm haze that made Damon limp against the bedding, he vaguely felt Jun pulsing inside him and felt a brief moment of unease.

...What was he supposed to be doing again? If it was anything other than laying here and falling into a peaceful sleep, he didn't want to do it.

But that little warning in his head was growing more and more insistent. He blinked his eyes open blearily, registered the way Jun was nipping at every available inch of skin on his throat, the way his thrusts were getting erratic, sloppier, and it abruptly came to him what his goal had been.

He tensed slightly, wondering briefly how he was going to be able to throw a full-grown, muscular alpha off of him. Also, briefly, shamefully, Other Damon slithered up and whispered nonsense to him – saying that he should just let Jun come in him. What did it matter anyway? Jun was distressed, and if letting Jun paint his insides white and fucking him full of babies would help Jun, would make him happy, then why not?

Damon almost listened. The omega part of him was screaming to be bred right now. It was urging him to lock his legs around Jun and keep him pressed against Damon's body as he came, to keep it inside.

The omega told him he would be empty if Jun didn't do it. And Damon knew that was true. He would feel so, so horribly empty.

But it had to be done.

Still. Part of Damon found it absolutely unacceptable to just buck Jun off right as he was reaching the peak. So when Jun's hips stuttered, Damon knew it was time, and threw all of his body weight to the left, rolling Jun with him. Jun was too surprised – and in the midst of coming – to stop Damon as he popped off Jun's cock and quickly moved down to suck his cock lightly into his mouth as Jun came. His come filled Damon's mouth just like it had earlier and, though Jun couldn't have been happy about the sudden change of plans, Jun still placed a hand on Damon's head and held him still, pushing his cock further down Damon's throat.

And then...it was over. Damon swallowed, the sound inordinately loud in the sudden silence of the room.

Though he dreaded it, Damon peeked up to gauge Jun's expression, bracing himself for what was about to happen.