***

Damon eyed Jun, half joking, half serious with his deadpan expression. Damon's legs were still spaghetti, thank you very much. He had no stamina to go another round with the hidden dragon of lust that was Jun Harper. With a snort, Damon scooted to the edge of the bed, praying that his legs would support him long enough to walk to the living room without falling and making a fool of himself.

Thankfully, Jun had that concern covered. Seeing Damon trying to stand, he hurried – still butt naked, mind you – to help support him. Damon took his arm, grateful but trying not to show it. They hobbled together to the living room, where Damon determinedly planted his butt, ignoring that he was almost eyelevel with the monster that dangled between Jun's legs. He had a brief urge to glare at it for the trouble it had caused.

Once Damon was firmly on the couch, Jun went to sit next to him, but Damon was already swinging his legs up, taking up the space. Jun blinked at him in confusion, almost like a lost puppy, and Damon felt a little bit bad that he had to enforce moderation right now.

"I'll sleep out here for the rest of the night. If the heat gets bad again...come get me."

Perhaps it was a heartless move. Jun certainly seemed to think so. His eyes got very wide with panic – but Damon hurried to reassure him.

"Just for tonight. Or, until we can sign the heat agreement. If we keep doing this regularly without signing the agreement while you're in heat, there might be unintended consequences."

Jun still looked confused. Damon sometimes forgot that Jun hadn't grown up in Ganymede pack, and so he wouldn't necessarily know all the little legal intricacies that went along with heats.

"When a pair of people, where one of the partners is an alpha in heat, have an ongoing physical relationship without a heat agreement in place, both parties could be put on probation and be delayed from signing the agreement as punishment. It's their attempt at making sure no abuse situations occur. I know nothing like that would happen, but we do both have to have a physical when we sign the agreement. Just in case, I'd rather be on the safe side."

Jun did not look very happy about this news, but still nodded, grumpy.

One might not think that the pack doctor could tell if you had had multiple rounds of sex with an alpha without a heat agreement – but boy would they be wrong. Scents were working against them in this case. The more time a couple spent together, of course, the more their scents would mingle into one. And there was definitely a distinct difference between scent-marking scent mixing and sex scent mixing. Any werewolf doctor worth their salt could tell from smell alone that Jun had been inside Damon.

With just the one time, if they were lucky, the scent would fade by the time Jun gained clarity again and they were able to sign the agreement. Even if it didn't, the lack of heavy abuse around Damon's...ahem. Privates, would show that it had only been once or twice.

So with responsible Damon firmly back at the helm of the ship, he bit the inside of his cheek to ignore Jun's pout, even though it killed him inside. Other Damon was practically pleading on his hands and knees to take back everything he'd said.

Thankfully Jun was a little more clear headed now that he'd gotten off. He went back to the bedroom first to get pillows and blankets for Damon – way more than he actually needed. He was drowning in the swaths of fabric. While he was trying to punch down the fluff around him to see what Jun was doing, he caught him by the door, rifling through Damon's jacket pockets.

Damon had almost forgotten what he'd been stressing about for the whole evening until Jun pulled out a box of condoms. Damon got a little nervous the longer Jun stared at them.

What? Was there something wrong with them?

When Jun turned back around and saw Damon's raised eyebrow, he surprisingly blushed. Weird. What was the boy shy about now?

Jun cleared his throat, seeming hesitant to speak. "They are not my size."

Damon blanked out. They're – those were the biggest ones he could find! It wasn't like Damon used them, so he didn't fully know how the sizing worked. The one time he'd had condoms in his possession before this, they were there as a precaution in case his sexual relationship with Malachi ever got more serious than it did. He'd never needed them because Malachi never fucked him at his house. When he bought those, he had just grabbed some off the shelf and hoped they would be fine.

And...well, honestly, Damon didn't think the pack general store sold anything larger than that. It wasn't like he'd measured Jun's dick or anything either. He knew it was big – as demonstrated by his very sore ass – so he'd looked for the biggest size. And that was it. They didn't sell condoms for goddamn horse cocks –

"I'll make it work," Jun said, seeing the way Damon's expression twisted. There was a note of fierce determination in his voice and the set of his eyebrows.

Damon sighed. "Well if they won't fit, they won't fit, don't bother – "

"I'll make it work," Jun repeated, with even more finality.

Ah. The alternative was that they absolutely couldn't fuck again – and Jun's heat brain definitely didn't like that. Never mind that it wasn't safe to use condoms that were the wrong size, Jun was skipping over that part. Damon watched him carefully open the box and leave some of the condoms on the coffee table where Damon could get them. He held the rest close to his chest defensively and zipped back to the bedroom with them with a rushed "Goodnight," as if afraid Damon would take them away.

Damon snorted. Whatever. It was better than nothing. If it came to it...eh, Damon was fine using his mouth. He actually kinda liked it.

More than like it, Other Damon whispered mischievously. Damon firmly ignored him.

It was fine. After tonight, he would go back home until Jun was lucid again. In that time, he would find out where to order massive fucking condoms online, and then they would sign the agreement, and everything would be fine.

Damon fell asleep, tuckered out from all that physical activity, curled on his side facing the back of the couch.

***

Damon woke up to two fingers in his ass. He moaned sleepily, stretching his legs a bit to welcome the pleasant sensation. Still not fully awake, he didn't register that it was someone else's fingers.

Though Damon typically had low libido (pre-Jun, for some reason), and usually wouldn't masturbate all that often, he had occasionally woken up in the morning to find that he'd slid a few fingers inside himself during the night, if not already having orgasmed, then right on the verge of it.

Sleepy Damon was a little confused about how his fingers were reaching so deep this time, and without any strain on his arm either. But why look a gift horse in the mouth right? He rolled his hips back into the feeling, and only came to full awareness when he heard a muffled groan behind him. He blinked rapidly in the darkness, and in his shock he clenched tight on those fingers.

Jun, of course, groaned again at the sensation, pushing his fingers deeper into Damon's tight heat as a kind of retaliation. Damon let out a startled breath and turned his head, meeting Jun's burning eyes.

Jun's fingers paused when he noticed Damon was awake. Rather than look contrite, Jun just stared back boldly and – almost defiantly – he pressed cruelly down on that magical pleasure point inside Damon - bullying him for no good reason!

Damon shuddered with the force of the pleasure and hissed through his teeth at Jun, making a what the fuck are you doing? face at him.

Despite clearly not wanting to, Jun paused his ministrations to stare innocently at Damon and say "Please?" quietly. This 'please' was just a quick check to make sure Damon was not actually mad before going ahead with what he was doing.

Damon considered telling him no. For about two seconds. Then Other Damon sashayed his way in and said, "Fine," his tone a little bratty, just a bit annoyed – and it got the desired effect.

Jun leaned forward and mercilessly scraped his teeth over the bundle of nerves in Damon's neck, sending him into that static filled place in his head for the briefest of moments – a tease, meant to drive Damon crazy – while simultaneously stroking Damon's insides.

No rest for the wicked, apparently.