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Jun made Damon bring the dildo out. He quietly retrieved it from his underwear drawer and held it out, still in the box, to Jun, as though he were a scolded child handing over a stolen toy. Jun moved the toy this way and that, observing it from every angle as if he'd never seen one before with a bored expression. Damon prayed that he had left it unused long enough for the batteries to die.

Of course, that prayer went unanswered. Jun found the switch and turned it on, letting it vibrate in his hand. Damon wanted to disappear, but he also felt a little too warm, like someone with the start of a fever.

Surprisingly, Jun didn't throw Damon into the pillows and blankets and start pounding him like he wanted – erm. Anyway. Instead, Jun handed the still vibrating dildo back to Damon with a casual, "Show me how you use it."

He wanted...he wanted Damon to.... In front of him??

Other Damon pouted in the back of Damon's head, upset that it wasn't Jun taking the lead and screwing him until he passed out. He didn't want to do the work himself, okay?!

Damon, on the other hand, was just trying to process what it was he was supposed to do now. He stared blankly at the vibrating plastic. Jun waited patiently, sitting crisscross applesauce with his hands on his knees, blinking up at Damon innocently – the picture of a good boy.

How dare he. How dare he look like that and say those words. Damon was just – outraged. That was the word. Or was it. Maybe he was just too hot. Hotheaded. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat stick.

"Why do I have to show you?" Damon said, pouting just slightly, though he would deny it if anyone pointed it out. "I think you're old enough to understand the concept," he finished, mumbling his words. He looked off to the side to avoid Jun's gaze.

Jun tilted his head and shrugged, offering no response. The intent of a smirk twitched at the corner of Jun's mouth. What was funny about this? Damon thought. He stood there in silence, shifting from foot to foot nervously. Well...what was he supposed to do now?

Finally, the silence got to be too much. Damon cracked and drifted to the floor, sitting a good five feet from where Jun was sitting, as if that would do anything at all. He would fulfill Jun's request, but he wasn't going to give him a front row seat for it.

Well...sitting pretty much anywhere in Damon's tiny bedroom was basically a front row seat, but the distance gave Damon the illusion of having a smidge more privacy. Even though this whole venture was precisely Damon showing Jun something private. Damon swiftly passed over the holes in his logic and took his pants off. He kept his shirt on, though, and let it fall over his dick. Damon didn't know if his shyness was more frustrating for himself or Jun. He risked a peek at the man in question to find that he hadn't moved, still watching Damon calmly with his dark eyes.

Once Damon was settled, he froze, losing all courage. He held the dildo in his right hand. His naked knees were pressed to his chest. His ass was bare, and his hole was dripping onto the bedding. He sat there so long, not knowing what to do – despite being very clear on what he was meant to do – that Jun sighed and came towards him until he was close enough to press his warm palms to Damon's kneecaps. Damon shivered for no apparent reason, waiting for Jun to take the lead.

That's what Damon needed. Jun knew that. He was just waiting for Damon to get frustrated enough to realize it as well.

There was something a little electrifying as well in the fact that Jun was one hundred percent in his right mind as he easily parted Damon's legs and brought Damon's own hand down between them. Jun paused, hand on Damon's wrist, leading the toy towards Damon's tight pink hole. Damon resisted the urge to glare. Now that you're there, what are you waiting for?

"I said," Jun inched his face forward until he and Damon were eye to eye, so close Damon could feel Jun's breath skating over his lips. Damon was having such a hard time keeping his eyes off of Jun's mouth that he didn't really process the words he said. "Show me how you use it."

Jun let go of Damon's wrist. Alright then. Understood.

Damon had to close his eyes. He couldn't possibly do it while looking straight at Jun. Maybe someone with an ounce of bravery could – but not Damon. Not right now. He zoned in, trying to remember the last time he used the toy. What had he done then?

Eyes still closed, Damon pursed his lips and let himself fall backward, his back hitting the soft pillows of his nest. He switched off the toy's vibration first – with his shaking hands, he would never get it inside if it was doing that. The sudden silence in the wake of the consistent buzzing was somewhat jarring.

In this position, even if Damon opened his eyes, the first thing he would see would be the ceiling, which was much less terrifying than Jun's face. If he looked directly at Jun while doing this, he had a feeling he may do something embarrassing. Like letting Other Damon out of his cage. Damon preferred Other Damon right where he was, thank you very much. Who knows what he would do in this situation.

Well, Damon knew what he would do. It involved letting Jun fuck him with the vibrator while deepthroating Jun's cock, but Damon didn't want to think about that! If he did he might start drooling, and he didn't want to seem that desperate right from the get go.

...Though Damon had the horrible feeling that Jun was perfectly aware of how desperate he was. With his eyes firmly closed, Damon reached down with his left hand to help open himself up, fingers sliding through all the slick, while using his right to press the tip of the dildo to his entrance. His cheeks and neck felt too hot – the fact that he knew Jun was watching everything very closely made every motion, every brush against Damon's sensitive areas that much more intense. He felt the familiar hot ache of arousal in the nerves around his hole, an ache that only increased as he inched the toy in a bit farther.

Once the toy was about halfway in, Damon paused to let himself adjust. The dildo was average sized, and in a full-nesting bitch fit, Damon barely felt the damn thing. But he wasn't nesting, and he was too nervous with Jun watching to just shove it in all in one go, so he bit his lip and let himself get comfortable with the rubbery toy inside him.

However, the second Damon stopped feeding the toy in, a hot hand covered his own, continuing to push the toy forward. Damon spluttered and his legs tensed. He looked despite himself and saw Jun calmly making Damon's hole accept the toy. Apparently, there would be no breaks.

Jun glanced up in time to catch Damon's scandalized expression. He raised an eyebrow, that barely-there smirk once again teasing at the corner of his mouth.

"You can take it," Jun said with calm certainty. "Your hole is tight, but I seem to remember fucking it open recently. What? Aren't you a whore?" he asked innocently. "You can't even take this?"

Damon immediately had horrible flashbacks to yelling at Jun in the park that it was his fault if people thought Damon was a whore and wanted to smash his head open on the floor. Unfortunately, the floor was too well padded for that. Jun was just going to keep milking that thing as long as he could, huh?

...Never mind that it made Damon's cock twitch and dribble out a bit of precum.

Damon didn't trust himself to say anything coherent, so he bit his lips and focused on relaxing his muscles to accept the dildo. Once it was fully seated in Damon – filling him up, but not nearly as well as Damon knew he could be filled up – Jun gently worked a hand under Damon's head, wrapping his fingers in Damon's hair. He tugged until Damon sat up in a daze, moving carefully to avoid jostling the toy.

Maybe Damon expected to be pulled to his knees – maybe into a kiss, maybe into position to suck Jun off – but he certainly wasn't expecting Jun to pull him all the way forward, until he was on all fours, Jun pressing a hand between Damon's shoulder blades to put him in the presenting position. Okay, Damon thought, I'm probably still going to blow him, just much closer to the ground – but then Jun moved out of Damon's sightline and Damon panicked, trying to sit back up.

Then Jun's hand was back between his shoulder blades, a comforting weight – proof of his presence – and Damon relaxed. But – what was Jun doing?

"In fact," Jun mumbled from behind him, "I'm a little curious. Just how much can this poor, tight thing take?"