Page 33 of Love of the Egoist
Fuck, I underestimated his speed …a soft, frustrated groan escaped Kuon’s throat. He tried again, this time with a series of blows, but all of them crashed against Yugo’s effortless defense.
Yugo’s laughter rolled in the empty room; thrown against the walls, the sound echoed, twisted.
Kuon blinked. For a second, he thought he saw some kind of warmth in those cruel eyes.
No, that can’t be true. This is a monster, not a human. He can’t possibly look with kindness toward others. He doesn’t have feelings at all. He is a soulless bastard who is capable of anything to get what he wants.
Trying and failing to smash Yugo’s face, Kuon felt his blood boil. His face heated, and his temples throbbed.
He doesn’t even take me seriously.Kuon’s pride screamed, wounded. Cursing himself, Yugo, and this stupid room, holding him down for so long that he’d lost muscle tone. His head started to spin again. He itched to use his legs, but nausea limited his attack to hands only.
Strike after strike, throwing punches forward in a combo, trying to hit Yugo’s solar plexus and smiling face, he never saw the retaliation coming. Yugo, still shaking with laughter, scooted to Kuon’s right and twisted his body. He raised his forearms in a block and met the attack, then let Kuon’s right knuckle slide along his arm. With ridiculous speed, he gripped Kuon’s wrist with his left hand from above and seized Kuon’s palm with his right hand from below. Pressing the left side of his body to Kuon’s right, Yugo yanked the locked hand up. He shifted left, crushing his elbow down on Kuon’s shoulder joint, then stepped behind Kuon preventing the detective from kicking his knee. Kuon dropped down to his knees as sharp pain spread over his chest and hot blood rushed to his temples.
Yugo, loosening his grip, bent down; his face inches away. Kuon felt his breath on his skin, sensed his arousal.
“You keep bringing me joy,” Yugo whispered. He twisted Kuon’s head to the side and crushed their lips together, releasing Kuon’s wrist but wrapping his arm around the detective’s throat in a loose, rear choke hold. His tongue slipped into Kuon’s mouth, licking tender lips and smooth teeth, trying to involve an unwilling tongue in a battle.
The heat of Yugo’s chest against his back seeped through the thin layer of the man’s shirt. A violent and dashing heartbeat banged between his shoulder blades as his own heart pulsed in his throat under Yugo’s elbow. The fear sharpened his senses.
The slick warmth of Yugo’s tongue on his lips numbed Kuon’s defense. No matter how hard he tried to slap himself out of the encroaching paralyzed fear, he couldn’t. His body gave up fighting, believing he would fail anyway.
Sliding across his lips, Yugo’s cunning tongue tugged the strings of his body, tightening and fluttering them, spreading oscillation through his nerve endings.
A red shroud clouded Kuon’s vision. The erodent ball, where fear entwined with hate andforlornness, formed in his chest. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t swallow, and he couldn’t close his eyes, staring right back at Yugo.
He hated it.
Yugo’s hand snaked in his gray sweatpants. Tepid fingers caged his cock. Moved. The rear choke tightened, and blood slammed against Kuon’s tympanic membranes, drowning everything with a roaring noise.
The fear of being violated and the memory of the orgasms he’d experienced the last time flooded his mind. He didn’t want this, not at all, but his body reacted betraying him in the worst possible way.
Icy sweat trickled down his back as his body took over, protecting itself. Kuon’s hands formed fists as he shoved the fear away.
“Enough … Don’t kiss me.” Kuon cringed and spat on the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You resent my kisses?” Yugo bellowed. “Am I bad at it?”
“I don’t want to be kissed by a hairy man. It’s disgusting,” Kuon spat the words out and tried to break the hold to hit Yugo in the face with the back of his head.
The forearm under his chin crushed his throat, tightening the choke as Yugo forced him to the floor on his stomach. His ass plopped on the small of Kuon’s back, but in a split second he lifted up enough to let the detective roll over.
“So, if I shave my balls for you it wouldn’t be a problem anymore?” Yugo licked his lips and leaned forward, blowing the words on Kuon’s lips. “If you’d like it better, consider it done.”
Kuon heaved trying to throw the man off, but Yugo was too heavy. The soft fabric of Yugo’s black pants rubbing his stomach with every squirm.
“Do you reject me? Have you thought it through?” Yugo’s palms closed around Kuon’s wrists and squeezed them. His hard stare went through Kuon’s aggression, bringing back spikes of self-preservation.
Kuon’s lips formed a thin white line when Yugo tugged him forward, putting Kuon’s palms under his shirt then pushed them down. Kuon’s forced fingers ground along pectoral muscles toward a male abdomen and groin.
Yugo released one of the captured hands and slithered his palm along Kuon’s slippery stomach. Not thinking twice, he reached behind and grabbed Kuon’s swollen cock.
Kuon closed his eyes in humiliation. He couldn’t understand why his body reacted this way when he hated it with all his soul.
“Look, you are already erect because a hairy man is sitting on your hips.” Those words worked as a slap, and Kuon’s eyes flew open.
For several seconds, Yugo’s cruel eyes looked right in to his. Yugo swallowed, got up and approached the door. Before leaving the room, he said, in a calm and low voice,“I will kiss you as much as I want. I won’t ask my toy how it wants to be played with.”
Kuon growled and punched the floor, putting all his disappointment and humiliation into a blow as soon as the door closed. His injured knuckles burst with blood again. His body tensed and hurt. His chest itched, like an old wound begging to have the scab scratched off. He shook his head and crushed his fist against the floor once more.
