Jun, who was—
Nude.
Entirely, gloriously nude.
The sound of air whistling back into Theo’s lungs was nearly as humiliating as the way his cock blurted a drop of excitement into his stomach at the mere sight of Jun.
There was a lot of him to see.
Not overly large in build, but every inch of him carved from warm stone and decorated with dark ink. Ink covered his arms in dozens of intertwined images Theo would like to dedicate some months to studying in detail.
Black lines traced the contours of his abdomen, pausing to form geometric shapes along his ribs and then thinning into bare lines again through the dip of his Adonis belt and down his thighs. Dark hair obscured some of the imagery on his calves, but it only made Theo burn to take a closer look.
Jun came back to the bed and dropped a bottle of lubricant by Theo’s hip. He made a space for himself between Theo’s thighs. His cock jutted up dark and hard and insistent as he took a moment to trail his fingers over Theo’s skin. At Theo’s shiver of response, his face brightened, his smile small but sharp. “Good. You’re doing so well, baby.”
Baby. It hit like a fist to the diaphragm, stealing Theo’s breath. He had been called all sorts of things in bed over the years. Darling, sweeting, tart. None of it had ever drilled straight through his sternum to lodge so firmly in his heart in quite this way. He feared now that if one were to examine that organ, one would find Jun’s name scrawled across it in indelible ink. Alongside the word “baby.”
Theo shook his head even as he lifted his hips in a nonverbal attempt to spur Jun forward with the proceedings. “What utter nonsense, Jun. I haven’t been good at all.”
Theo’s breath hitched when Jun picked up the bottle and lifted his leg.
“Yes, you have.” Jun’s voice was so hushed Theo could barely hear it over the sound of his own heavy breathing. “Better than I deserve.”
And then Jun’s fingers pressed wet and thick against Theo’s entrance, and Theo’s thoughts scattered like leaves to the wind. Nothing left behind but heat and pressure. He yielded, taking in two of Jun’s fingers to the hilt, gasping at the realization that those tattoos were now rubbing against his walls.
Jun came up and buried his face in Theo’s neck as he started to move his hand, opening Theo up and brushing against that small spot that made him see stars.
Theo let loose a sound he didn’t recognize, something new and raw and entirely too honest. Much to his dismay, his open throat could only speak the truth under Jun’s soothing tongue. He tried to gather his scattered wits about him to save face. “You don’t have to—you can just fuck me. I’ve never had so much attention paid to me in bed, and I’m afraid it will quite go to my head if you do not stop.”
Jun sucked a patch of Theo’s delicate skin between his teeth, letting his fingers curl just so inside him. Theo tensed and moaned and tried not to feel claimed by the possessive mark left behind even as Jun finally let go to mumble against his throat. “I’m not stopping until you beg me to.”
Theo didn’t say that he was afraid of becoming addicted to Jun’s intensity and attention only to have it taken away again. He didn’t say that he was afraid nothing could ever satisfy him again after this. He didn’t say that he wanted to wake up to Jun’s grumpy face and fall asleep curled in his capable arms.
Theo didn’t say any of that; he just let the sounds that climbed up his throat spill over his trembling lips until Jun began to grunt and rut against the bed with every thrust of his fingers, his own voice gravel-rough.
“Fuck, you sound so good. That’s it, make some noise for me.”
He added more slick and a third finger, and Theo started thrusting up against his hand, feet planted on the bed and thighs shaking. And when Jun pressed him firmly back down to the mattress with his free hand, he cried out so sharply it rang against the metal walls.
Jun was a strong, reassuring weight holding Theo to the bed, and it was as if something clicked into place inside him, something he had been searching for his entire life.
Theo melted back into the bed, legs falling open and arms going limp against the pillow as he slurred out his words, lids falling half-shut. “Please, Jun.”
The rising satisfaction on Jun’s face warmed Theo from the inside out. Jun carefully removed his fingers and braced himself on his elbows to either side of Theo’s head. He nosed at Theo’s cheek, lips damp against his skin. “Ready for me, baby? Damn, you’re so pretty when you beg.”
Jun slowly let the warm, solid weight of his body press Theo into the mattress.
Theo had been writhing above the flames of his need for so long that Jun’s body fell on him like cool water, quenching the ache in a cloud of steam, fogging up his mind with desire. “Please. Please, Captain.”
When Jun sat back up, the longer strip of hair atop his head fell artfully across his face, sticking to the sheen of sweat and emphasizing the glint in his eyes and his swollen red lips. Theo had never seen a man more beautiful.
Jun picked up the bottle and hesitated, his serious gaze pinning Theo to the bed far more securely than the flimsy red ribbons. “I’ve had my jabs, but I could go get a—”
Theo wrapped his legs around Jun’s hips to pull him closer with a gentle shake of his head. “No, that’s alright. I’ve had mine too. I trust you, Jun.”
Jun’s eyes went a bit wide at that, and Theo
