***

Jun leaned forward, face an inch away from Damon's, and said, cryptically, "One day you're going to say those words again." He paused. "And you're going to be asking for something else."

Damon didn't understand, at first. He blinked at Jun in confusion, wondering what he meant.

Really, the meaning was rather obvious. But Damon was too occupied with the thought of impending sex to register it right away.

Decoded, it meant – one day you're going to ask me to mark you.

Damon didn't know if he should be indignant (why did Jun assume he would be the one asking), or embarrassed, so he split the difference and went beet red in the face while slapping Jun's shoulder blade. Jun just nuzzled his face into Damon's hair, not a smidge of humor in his expression. He was dead serious. Damon was a little miffed. At least, if he had smirked or looked amused, Damon would feel justified in his embarrassment. It would be teasing, instead of a definitive statement. A prediction – but no, it was more certain than that.

What was he meant to say in response to that? 'Make me'? 'You wish'? The first was a challenge, but with the serious mood Jun was in, Damon had a feeling he might take it more as a rejection. The second was just cruel.

Indecisive, Damon settled on silence, willing his heart to calm down as Jun nuzzled his hair. Damon thought he would probably go bald before he was thirty if Jun kept messing with his hair so much.

Before Damon could manage to figure out a response, Jun slid his hand under Damon's shirt.

Hm. Apparently no response was needed.

***

Jun had Damon naked and on his knees before Damon could get his brain to start working properly again, and by that point, there was no more hope in trying.

It started out like usual. Damon was wet and pliant; Jun was hot to the touch and solid – a wall pressed against Damon's back. Damon had forgotten all about their earlier conversation in favor of letting Other Damon take over with a continuous chant in the back of his mind.

Have to be wet and open for him. Make myself soft and warm and tight and maybe if I'm good he'll tell me I did well.

Jun didn't seem to be in a hurry to penetrate Damon though. In fact, he was kind of taking his sweet time about it, and Other Damon was quickly transitioning from hazed out and submissive to impatient. Needy. Not that he wasn't needy already, but Damon was about two soft, barely there touches before he started to get snappy.

That wasn't a good sign either. If Damon was worked up enough to snap and start bratting it up, it meant nesting was on the horizon. Yet, Damon didn't really care at the moment.

Just as Damon was about to lose it and demand for Jun to fuck him hard, now, Jun abruptly transitioned from soft caresses to boldly grabbing handfuls of Damon's ass and kneading. The movement gave Damon's hole just enough friction that it was torturous. Combined with the strange pleasure of the roughness of the action (as if there was no part of Damon that Jun couldn't touch as he pleased, whenever he pleased), Damon's spine unconsciously curved more in response.

Then Jun spread Damon's ass cheeks, and Damon felt something unbearably hot and slightly curved coming to rest between them, sliding messily through the slick. Jun slowly rubbed his cock back and forth over Damon's hole, yet he didn't seem to have any intention of going inside. There were condoms on the bedside table, so Damon wasn't quite sure what he was waiting for, and it was making him crazy. Just get on with it!

Then Jun stopped moving all together in favor of using his hands to spread Damon's slick all over his thighs. At this point, Jun barely had to do anything to do this because Damon was dripping all over, but he made sure to get a nice, even coating all over the sensitive skin there.

Just...what the hell was he doing?

Damon waited, trying to be patient and good as Jun finished with his slick thighs and leaned down to tenderly bite at the dimpled skin of Damon's lower back, arms around Damon's waist. Damon appreciated the romance of it all, but he was about to start yowling like an agitated cat if he didn't get something inside him soon.

Damon didn't think he had shown any of his impatience outwardly. He assumed it was all safely in his head where Jun couldn't pick up on it and tease him with it. Yet somehow Jun figured it out because he went 'shhh' into Damon's skin, sending gentle vibrations over Damon's back, calming him like he was a skittish horse.

That's when Damon registered that he had been making tiny, desperate noises this whole time, you know, like a whore, and he felt his face heat up even more, if that was possible.

Maybe Jun will take pity on me, Damon thought, and just fuck me to get me to calm down.

Yeah...that's not quite what Jun had in mind. Damon suddenly felt himself being gently rolled onto his side, Jun spooning him from the back, and he was instantly cold with fear.

Jun wasn't...wasn't planning on just cuddling, was he?

Damon didn't think he could take it. He would have to resort to begging.

Other Damon had no problem with begging, you see, and even actively hoped to have the opportunity to beg, but Damon didn't think he could look Jun in the face for a solid week if he had to do that.

Damon's confusion and disorientation must have been obvious, because Jun shushed him again and grabbed Damon's right leg under the knee, hitching it up slightly. That's when Damon finally felt Jun's cock poking around his hole, and he relaxed, thinking finally.

But all Jun did was get his cock coated in slick, teasing the rim of Damon's hole with the head, before smoothly slotting his cock in between Damon's pre-slicked thighs.

Damon was so surprised he went "Bwuh?" a sound so clearly horny and confused that Jun did take pity on him – but not in the way Damon was aching for.

"If I'm going to make you mine without marking you or impregnating you, I can only make you desperate for me."

Damon was out of it, and while he registered everything Jun said, his brain stuck like a broken record over 'mark' and 'impregnate.' He felt hot. Too hot. And he wanted. It wasn't just arousal, it was a deep, nameless want that encompassed everything he'd ever desired out of life. Comfort, companionship. Pleasure, love. A family. A soulmate.

Caught up in that endless want, want, want, Damon barely heard Jun finishing his thought.

"I have to make you reliant on me."

Oh Jun, Damon remembered thinking, much later, I really...already am.