Page 22 of Love of the Egoist
“Do I really need to resort to spoon-feeding you all the time?” Yugo stood up with a predatory smile. Kuon jumped to his feet, leaping three feet back.
Yugo’s face tensed, and a wicked expression erased the carefree smile from his thin lips.
“I WAS ROUGH WITH YOU although it was your first time…” Yugo said, striding toward the young man. Step by step he cornered Kuon, as a well-fed tiger would its prey. Getting closer, his glance followed water droplets falling off Kuon’s wet hair; they left shimmering trails on his chest and arms sliding down his abs. Unable to resist, Yugo reached toward the appealing smooth skin with his fingers.
Kuon swallowed hard but regained his self-control and glued another false smile to his face. He deflected the outstretched hand with his own and asked, “Haven’t I told you already that it was far from my first time?”
Despite Kuon’s obvious refusal to indulge Yugo’s vanity, his body reactions spoke volumes. Deep glossy eyes, white skin, and the strong smell of fear streaming in the air awoke weird desires in Yugo’s chest. This boy attracted him at some deep primeval level; the way he fought his fears; the way he resisted him. Everything was new and exciting. In Yugo’s life, no one had ever saidnoto him. They wanted to please him. They loved his attention, his power, his money. Polished, controlled, fake, they were only honest when he used force to strip them off their masks. Only then, getting drunk on their pain, did Yugo feel content.
Pain doesn’t lie. Pain doesn’t do fake. Pain Yugo loved the most.
Kuon on the other hand was fresh with his uncontrollable reactions. Yugo was voracious for the flowing, raw emotions on Kuon’s face. The itch to hurt Kuon, to see more, to own his emotions poisoned his blood.
Yugo stepped closer, looked in Kuon’s eyes, catching the glimpses of his own reflection in those pupils dilated with horror. The warmth grew in his guts as his gaze caressed Kuon’s glistening skin.
“You’re a bad liar, you know? Fucking a virgin is different. It can be felt,” Yugo bluffed, getting high on the streaming feelings of control and strong arousal. Shades of confusion ran over Kuon’s face, adding to Yugo’s excitement. “Oh, you didn’t know? How cute.”
Kuon grimaced, lips pressed into a white slash, as a blue vein pumped on his left temple. His shoulders tensed betraying all the information the man needed to know.
Yugo lunged, catching Kuon’s wrists. His fingers sank into Kuon’s skin, searching for the fast rhythm of his pulse. “Sex with a man is not only pain. Shall I show your body the pleasure that no woman could ever grant?”
Kuon’s wet chest bumped against his own as a shaky breath stroked Yugo’s neck. Water streams and long, dark shadows sculpted Kuon’s body, adding volume to his toned torso.
Lust inflamed Yugo’s lower abdomen, spreading up his spine, clouding his head. Kuon’s abnormally wide pupils sucked him closer, and he could see the pools of fear splashing within; the same fear he could smell in the air, mixed with the clean scent of shower gel.
“Thanks, but I’ll pass,” Kuon shot back harsher than he should have, awakening predatory excitement in Yugo’s heart.
The back of Kuon’s palms brushed against the front of Yugo’s pants, and the young man inched aside trying to break the contact. Uneasiness spread all over his face, draining off the remaining colors.
Yugo smiled. Kuon’s reactions amused him; the need to see more growing with every second. Hauling the chain of the handcuffs, he tugged his prisoner back to himself.
“You are a sick bastard. What good is there in doing it with another man?” muttered Kuon in an obvious attempt to anger his captor and provoke another fight. “So, you really can’t get it up for a woman? Poor thing.”
The voice of the young detective betrayed him. It quivered as Kuon shrunk back, flattening his body against the door; his eyes full of defenselessness and exposure. Yugo tilted his head. No man he’d brought to his room had ever expressed such pure, unconcealed emotions. No man had been so honest in his reactions. In an attempt to control his exterior, Kuon was an open book.What would it look like when he is completely honest?
“You scared?” Yugo drove his palms up Kuon’s shoulders, touching glimmering drops that had gathered in the shallows of his collarbones. The mix of body heat and water coolness quickened his pulse and dried his mouth.
Kuon gritted his teeth and jerked his hands to his chest in a protective gesture. In an attempt to set some distance, he shoved Yugo off with both hands, bumping the man’s chest with his cuffed forearms. The space between them was too small for Kuon to do any damage, and his attack only pushed some air out of Yugo’s lungs.
Working on his instincts, Yugo latched on to his hand and jolted it down, accompanying the move with a knee strike to the right side of Kuon’srib cage, then pushed his prisoner on the bed face down.
Grabbing the nearest chain, he hauled Kuon’s hands upwards and secured the cuffs with a carabiner. A loud metallic click joined the heavy panting.
The detective looked up. His lips parted, shoulders tensed when the handcuffs, gripped around his wrists, were pulled upwards by a thick steel chain, forcing him to move up toward the headboard. His face bleached, accenting his scared eyes even more.
Strong hands flipped Kuon onto his back as Yugo sank on the bed by his right side cross-legged; his chest still rising a bit faster than usual, but his moves reclaimed his composure. Yugo’s fingers landed on Kuon’s chest and ran down along his brawny torso following the muscles’ hollows. His thin lips formed a promising grin when their eyes met.
CHAPTER 7
THE THIN SILK SHIRT FLOWED DOWNYugo’s shoulders only to be thrown away by an impatient hand. Thick veins swelled under the skin on his powerful arms and abdomen as long fingers that could have belonged to a sculptor pressed to the clean skin of Kuon’s chest.
The touch of cool ruthless fingers creeping along his body felt like incandescent metal rods. They groped their way down, examining each and every inch of a youthful body, making brief pauses in the grooves of Kuon’s abdomen muscles.
Lying on his back with no escape, Kuon knew the man could feel his rapid heartbeat under his fingers. But no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, his heart appeared to believe it could flee from the ravenous claims of his tormentor if it beat faster.
“Your body is beautiful.” Yugo leaned forward, getting on all fours. His wet tongue landed on Kuon’s nipple, then painted a moist trail down his abdomen, making the younger man writhe. “My touches gross you out? Not long ago you clung to me, begging me not to go.”
Hearing such an obvious lie, Kuon forgot his fear and laughed. But the next second his eyes blanked, his lips stretched in a smirk, and words forced their way out, “Are you delusional? Listen to what you are saying!”
