Page 29 of Love of the Egoist
Yugo’s smooth skin, stretched over firm muscles, gleaming with tiny droplets of sweat. The gliding sensation in Kuon’s mouth, and a potent smell emitting from Yugo’s heated groin, messed with Kuon’s head. Boiling blood rushed down his lower abdomen and his flesh hardened as the cock in his mouth swelled, ready to spill.
Ashamed, Kuon squirmed again, trying to hide and subdue his physical reactions.
Yugo’s gaze, fogged with languor, groped Kuon’s body, but when he reached his lower part, it cleared and focused. Yugo glanced at the red face of the cuffed detective, and his lips parted in astonishment.
“Wow. You got a hard-on from sucking me off?”
He pulled out so fast that Kuon didn’t have a chance to react. A wet, disgusting sound assaulted Kuon’s ears. A few drops of saliva left his mouth and rolled down his chin, leaving wet sticky trails on his skin.
Yugo swallowed and silver flames of passion swirled in the depth of his eyes. He leaned forward, and a soft, warm tongue brushed over Kuon’s chin and lips, gathering the moisture. Kuon recoiled, wiping the kiss off on the pillow, uncomfortable and ashamed for his body reactions.
The carabiner clanked, releasing the hold on Kuon’s handcuffs.
Sagging against the pillows, as if in a comfortable chair, Yugo grabbed Kuon’s wrists, dragging his prisoner closer.
Struggling, fighting himself, Kuon obeyed. He tilted his head, bit his lip, and, crushing the remains of his pride, lowered onto Yugo’s lap, using the man’s shoulder for support, painting them in a dirty red of his dried blood. Trying not to draw attention to his manipulations, he landed as far from Yugo’s hard cock as he could, then let out a soft breath. His gaze ran all over the muscular torso in a desperate search for a resting point. Failing.
The skin to skin contact made him even more aware of Yugo’s and his own nudity. The hot skin under his sweaty fingers, Yugo’s audible breathing, the coolness of his thighs under his ass, and the air, running along his hot and exposed crotch—everything assaulted his senses. Everything was against him.
Yugo swallowed. Swathes of mist swirled in the abyss of his eyes. Arousal painted his face, intensifying the red of his lips as firm fingers squeezed Kuon’s buttocks, tugging him closer.
“Kiss me,” Yugo ordered. His pupils, taking all the space, pushed the irises to the edges, shrinking them to tiny rings.
Kuon’s face twisted. His gaze jumped around the room, searching for any possible escape route, not willing to follow the command.
“I gave you a clear order, didn’t I? Should I force you?”
Kuon’s lips quivered as he looked down at Yugo’s lips. A pathetic smile bloomed on his face when he mentally gave up. His limbs weakened, his throat sore, and a bitter taste flooded his mouth. Something twisted in his stomach and he felt the point of gravity shift, moving in his guts, creating a small black hole. This hole sucked in his internals, emptying his body from everything unnecessary, trying to reach the perfection of void.
Defeated, smashed by his complete insignificance, Kuon whispered, “You are such an asshole. God help me, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”
His lips, barely done talking covered Yugo’s, and the salty taste of blood filled his mouth again.
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YUGO TASTED THE BLOOD TOO, but the predator in his nature only smiled under the kiss. He pressed Kuon’s body against his own skin, and his cock poked Kuon’s belly, marking it with his scent and drops of desire. His palms burned with a need to crush his strong body, make Kuon fall apart, wreck his soul and his body to squeeze moans of pain and pleasure out of his arrogant mouth.
Gripping two round globes, he sizzled, controlling his demons. Breaking Kuon now would be too easy, too fast for his liking. He wanted to stretch the pleasure, to enjoy each and every drop of youthful energy, every emotion he could extract from Kuon’s beautiful body.
The room swam before his eyes, melting, evaporating. His head too hot to contain any thoughts. He hadn’t felt this aroused since… he couldn’t even remember wanting anybody so badly in his thirty-three years. Those resistant eyes overwhelmed with hurt, pride, and defenseless indignity messed with his mind.
He sweltered; his head switched off. He needed something, something that only hot and soft insides could quench. His fingers slid down, found a crease. Kuon tensed in his arms, sucked a breath through clenched teeth, and dug his fingertips into Yugo’s chest.
The closeness of the young, strong body, clinging to his own, was driving Yugo insane. He’d always loved the company of delicate, frail boys. He took it for granted that someone half the size of himself would cling to him in tears of despair. But when someone strong and proud displayed similar weakness, reacting to his touch, the high made him dizzy with euphoria. He could only compare this feeling to taming a wild animal with his bare hands.
Yugo’s other hand slunk between their damp torsos, and his fingers wound around two cocks, moving blood pumped flesh up and down. Scorching breaths erupting from Kuon’s mouth tickled his neck. Yugo smiled. Catching Kuon’s lips with his own, he ran his hand across Kuon’s ass, then dug deeper and rubbed his entrance before pushing one finger into the hot, squirming body. The detective tensed, his strong sphincter ring clenched around Yugo’s finger, interrupting movements.
“Relax,” Yugo ordered in a low voice. But even if Kuon wanted to follow his orders, he looked lost, as if he didn’t know how. His face strained and Yugo realized—he was in pain. He pulled out, licked his finger wet and tried to insert it again.
“Don’t hold your breath, relax your stomach… Good. Now push out on me,” he whispered, scalding Kuon’s neck with his words. His other hand worked in a slow deliberate rhythm, mixing the thick texture of their dripping desires together.
Kuon winced, his face twisted with disgust. At that moment Yugo thought, if provided with a weapon, Kuon would probably have committed suicide, unable to contain the shame that jerked his facial muscles.
Kuon tore the air with his teeth, and his muscles relaxed letting Yugo’s finger in.
“Good boy,” Yugo muttered as his finger searched for the prostate gland.
Kuon’s body tensed, his fingers trembled, reverberating against Yugo’s skin. Hot and damp, his forehead nestled against the sweaty neck of his captor as Kuon dug his fingers into the man’s shoulders, bleaching Yugo’s reddened skin with the hardness of his grip.
