***

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Damon thought. If you tear my asshole, Jun, I swear to God...!

Jun didn't seem to be worried about this possibility, so Damon didn't struggle or curse at him like he wanted to. He trusted Jun intrinsically, so he knew Jun wouldn't damage him, but there was still a bit of uncertainty there – Damon didn't make a habit of putting anything up there other than fingers. Before Jun, the biggest thing he'd had inside him was the toy inside him now. Jun by himself was more than enough to fill Damon up perfectly.

Damon felt the wet tip of Jun's cock against the back of his thigh and tensed. Jun pressed a few kisses to Damon's back, though, so he allowed himself to relax while Jun used his fingers to tease Damon's rim and stretch him out before trying to kill him with his cock.

How considerate.

Jun seemed to think the best way to do this, based on what he did next, was to do it all at once so Damon wouldn't have time to wuss out. All Damon had time to process was the sensation of Jun's cock pressing up against his entrance, flush with the dildo, before the steady press of another, much larger object pushed in.

Jun took great care not to hurt Damon, of course. He held the base of the toy to keep it still and watched carefully – making sure that Damon wasn't in pain, and that nothing tore below. As a result, Damon's vision went blurry for approximately three minutes, and then before he knew it he had the equivalent of two dicks inside him. Damon would have thought that double penetration wasn't actually as scary as it had always seemed – except he knew that if he were anyone else this process might not have gone so well. At this point, Damon was producing what felt like buckets of slick. It dripped down his thighs. Damon felt it reaching his knees. Undoubtedly, that had helped in making this whole thing easier.

Damon couldn't help it. Other Damon had been clawing at the bars of his cage for a while now, so at the feeling of being so so full, he went blank and unconsciously pushed his hips up to give Jun easier access, jostling the objects inside him a little with the motion. He keened, high and needy. Tears cropped up in the corners of his eyes.

Jun shushed him, rubbing a hand soothingly over his spine. "Good boy," he whispered.

And then he started to move.

At first, it was uncomfortable. Of course it would be. But then Damon got used to the rhythm and let it take over. One every other thrust either the toy or Jun's dick would brush against Damon's prostate. He let out little punched out moans every now and then.

Then, of course, Jun had to make things more unbearable. Thus far, Jun had kept a steady grip on the toy, keeping it in place while he fucked Damon. But there was no chance in hell that Jun was just going to ignore its handy-dandy little vibrating feature. Damon himself had forgotten the toy's existence in the face of Jun's very hot, very hard cock. Who could blame him, really.

Jun switched the vibration back on. Damon's arms and legs promptly lost the ability to hold him up. He had been holding his front half up slightly with his arms, but now the muscles gave out and he fell face first into the bedding. Likewise, his thighs trembled in one last ditch effort to keep him upright, but they also failed, and his hips would have also fallen if Jun hadn't quickly grabbed him. Unable to fully close his mouth, a thin line of saliva trailed down his chin.

Damon felt Jun pause, readjusting and pulling Damon's hips back up despite the complete lack of help from Damon's legs. His chest pressed against Damon's back as he did so, and Damon felt Jun's delighted chuckle through his back.

Bitch, Damon thought vaguely, no real bite in it, what the fuck are you laughing about?

Dazed and flustered, Damon managed to work his hand around to stretch back and smack whatever part of Jun he could reach. Jun only laughed harder – looking at the situation objectively, Damon would have laughed too, but as it was, his horny brain was offended. With a scoff, Damon forced himself up and crawled forward, causing both Jun's cock and the toy to slip out of him with an embarrassingly wet pop.

Jun caught him quickly, because Damon was moving about as fast as a dead snail, and pressed an apology kiss to Damon's shoulder, catching him around the waist and bringing him forcefully back where he was. Damon could feel Jun's smile against his skin though, so he pouted unconsciously.

Rather than try to restuff Damon, Jun set the still vibrating toy aside for now and simply fucked back into Damon like he'd never left, setting a more punishing pace now that there was more room to maneuver. Damon promptly forgot what he was upset about. Then there was just the wet slap of skin on skin, Damon's helpless moans, and Jun's breath against the back of his neck.

Jun's hands continuously roved over Damon's skin, caressing him like he was memorizing every dip and ridge. The stimulation was too much, and Damon couldn't keep his mouth shut for the life of him, wanton moans spilling from his lips. He didn't quite realize how loud he was being until he found his mouth being covered by a large hand, Jun's breathy laughter in his ear.

"That good, hm?" he murmured lowly. Abruptly, Damon found himself being flipped onto his back. Jun pushed Damon's left thigh to his chest and slotted himself right back into Damon's hole, staring intently down at Damon from a short distance. Damon was quiet, stubbornly pursing his lips now, with a small, pretend-glare at Jun. Jun tilted his head curiously and without any warning or change in expression, he stuffed two fingers past Damon's tightly closed lips. Rather than bite down on them like he wanted to, Damon automatically started sucking on them, eyes going glassy as he did so.

However, apparently that wasn't enough punishment, because Jun carelessly slung Damon's leg over his shoulder to free up his other hand, and then grabbed Damon by the throat. He pressed lightly against the sides and Damon didn't really know what was happening, but it was like something in him snapped – maybe it was the feeling of being so totally pinned down and controlled, maybe it was the blanket of Jun's presence and his heavy gaze – but whatever it was, on a particularly hard thrust, it made Damon come all over himself, making a weak noise around the fingers in his mouth.

Feeling Damon clench around him, Jun paused, calmly letting it pass before he removed his fingers and the hand around Damon's neck. Damon gasped for breath, feeling floaty and a bit like he was made out of clay as Jun pulled out again. He waited until Damon gained a bit more awareness before grabbing Damon by the hair again and pulling him up. Damon went easily, finding himself pulled to his knees and then down towards Jun's very erect, purplish, slicked up cock.

Jun thumbed at Damon's spit-slick lips, seemingly admiring the way Damon's mouth easily parted at suckled at the digit without any conscious thought on Damon's part.

Then he snatched up the dildo forgotten on the side and considered it before looking back to Damon.