Page 24 of Love of the Egoist
“Wow, really?” whispered Yugo, arousal splashing in his eyes, bringing color to his high cheekbones. “Your mouth is your weak point? So simple? Kuon, this is too cute.”
Kuon clenched his teeth; his cheeks prickled, warmed. His palms grew wet as heat spread in his core—irritating. The reaction of his own body annoyed him, made him feel ashamed, wrong, twisted. This never should have happened. This was even worse than their first encounter. Violence followed by this gentleness; the lover’s gestures in a rape scene.
He hated this.
Yugo’s skin flushed. His eyes glowed with undisguised lust. The eye contact lasted for a few seconds before Kuon refused to maintain it and faced the wall. He wasn’t able to look at the man’s eager, aroused face. He couldn’t bear all those emotions pointed at him.
Kuon’s reactions, caused by such an unpretentious touch, excited Yugo’s imagination.
“Look at me.” Yugo’s fingers clenched on the detective’s jaw and rolled his head, making him look up. Two hungry eyes bore into Kuon’s face, devouring his soul, shredding his defense to pieces, making him feel split open.
Kuon felt Yugo’s chest rise and fall against his own, his palm burning his heart, his breath searing his lips. The invisible wave of arousal, flowing from the man’s skin along with the mixture of overpowering scents, ricocheted against the tense line of his body.
Restraining Kuon’s chin with one hand, Yugo pressed his fingers on Kuon’s jaw hinges, opening his mouth. He swallowed as his eyes searched Kuon’s before he locked their lips together, invading Kuon’s mouth with the wet softness of his tongue.
Kuon flinched and shook his head trying to evade the kiss, but the fingers only dug deeper, sending jolts of pain through his head. Ripples of panic ran through Kuon’s body as he scrunched his face and groaned. The pressure on his jaw subdued, and Kuon bit down on the lip caressing his own. The coppery mixture of saliva and blood flooded his mouth.
Yugo’s eyes narrowed. He jerked away as his palm flew to his lips, wiping the blood pouring down his chin. Sitting back he glared at Kuon, his eyes blazing with rage.
Kuon didn’t care. He wanted to spit but couldn’t raise his body enough. Turning his head to the side, he wiped his mouth off on his raised arm leaving a red, wet trace on his skin.
“I’m tired of your whims.” Yugo stated, looking at his blood-covered palm. “Wanna do it the hard way? Let it be! I’m gonna play rough. What do you think about making a movie showing us consuming our mutual affection? Would the camera excite you? Or maybe your moans would be louder and more passionate if you knew that I’m planning to send a copy to the police department? Do you think your colleagues would appreciate my gift?”
Kuon clenched his teeth, his jaw muscles stretching his skin. Something hot bubbled in his heart, ready to spill. His vision blurred as the blood drummed in his head. His palms formed fists, and he lurched forward. The chains clinked, throwing him back.
Kuon growled, jerked the chain again and again, filling the room with the constant metallic screech, but it never gave in. The handcuffs cut into his skin, stripping it off. Thin streams of blood ran down his forearms. Despair ripped through him, draining the energy from his body. His chest tightened as he rolled his head to the side, fixing his gaze on a sunray leaking through the expensive curtain.
“Don’t I even have the right to resist? Every hostage has a right to try to get away.” Kuon muttered. His lower lip quivered, and he bit it to stop the tremor.
Yugo frowned. His palm came up under Kuon’s chin, demanding the detective face him once again. Yugo inched closer, and his tongue grazed over the seam of Kuon’s lips.
Kuon clenched his jaw, not letting Yugo go deeper, but the man only smiled against his mouth. His tongue skidded over Kuon’s teeth before retreating. Instead, demanding lips caught Kuon’s bottom lip and sucked it in.
Kuon’s blood pressure elevated, heating his skin. The air didn’t fill his lungs anymore, and he opened his mouth to gasp thereby providing Yugo a better access.
The sneaky tongue wriggled in, setting Kuon’s face on fire. He tried to avert his face, but Yugo’s fingers sliding down squeezed his neck—not enough to suffocate, but to make it difficult to breathe.
Kuon’s brain boiled, his skin melted, and his lower body inflamed in the maddening ardor of something wrong and twisted.
Yugo laughed against his mouth, and his hand disappeared from Kuon’s throat. He ducked his head and glanced down. His face stretched in a smug smile before he purred, “Look what we have here…”
His hand cupped Kuon’s hard cock, making the younger man flinch.
“Have you ever been kissed by a man?” Yugo asked against Kuon’s cheek; his voice raucous with arousal. “Tell me the truth. I’ll know if you lie.”
Kuon’s mouth dried up as his head gradually cooled down. His look darted from one corner of the ceiling to another, searching for something that could give him strength or distraction. Every move of Yugo’s body caused him to tense up, his stomach to roil.
“Did you not hear me?” Yugo’s impatient breath inflamed Kuon’s neck. “I asked you a question. Have you ever been kissed by a man?”
“Go and die, pervert!”
“Good. I’m going to be your first and last man, remember that. If anyone else ever touches you, I will destroy you, understand?” Yugo whispered, merging their breathing into one.
“Fuck you!” Kuon barked as soon as their lips parted. A nasty metallic flavor lingered on his tongue, but he didn’t want to think about whose blood it was. His lips stretched in a smile. Saying that to Yugo felt good.
“Is that so?” Yugo laughed, narrowing his eyes; his voice unctuous. “Are you not afraid to die? Then how about this: I’ll destroy everybody who touches you after me. I will slaughter each and every family member up to the third generation. And you … you will be standing by my side, watching innocent children and women die in agony, knowing that it was entirely your fault.”
Kuon swallowed, his smile dimmed. The weird feeling of his veins shutting off the blood flow left him with a cold, tingling sensation in his fingertips. Even though the threat sounded absurd, he somehow knew that Yugo wasn’t lying.
