Page 44 of Love of the Egoist
“Easy, easy,” Yugo whispered in his ear and withdrew his fingers.
Kuon let out a sigh; relief unclenched his throat, and he drank in air with greed. His vision clouded with the blood rush, and he swallowed in an attempt to water his parched mouth. He knew it wasn’t over. He wasn’t an idiot, and he wasn’t naïve anymore, to believe Yugo would spare him.
Yugo reached forward, using his left hand as a support, and opened the top drawer of the cupboard standing beside the bed.
“I’m bigger than my fingers. Most likely it is gonna hurt,” he warned, drawing back with a lubricant in his hand. Sitting on his knees, he unscrewed the cap and poured clear gel onto his hand. He warmed it with his fingers before smearing the gel all over Kuon’s opening.
His chest glided against Kuon’s wet stomach as Yugo’s elbow pressed to the mattress at the right side of his shoulder. Ticklish whispers raised small hairs on Kuon’s neck. “Breathe deeper, relax your stomach. The more you relax, the better you’ll feel.”
Something hard pressed to Kuon’s anus and inched forward, spreading his stiffened muscles.
“Haaa…” A strangled groan erupted from Kuon’s mouth. The cutting pain tore his body apart. His head snapped to the side as he bared his teeth. Unbearable. There was no way he could ever get used to this. To this or the humiliation, embarrassment, and shame.
SEEING BLACK PUPILS, dilated with pain, bleeding into the brown irises, filled Yugo’s chest with mixed emotions. He wanted to see this handsome face twisting with pain, hear this boy panting, and see his bottomless eyes flooded with tears. At the same time, he hated the thought of Kuon being in pain.
“Try to relax,” Yugo whispered. He brought his forearm to Kuon’s mouth and offered in a low voice, “You can bite me if it hurts too much.”
Kuon didn’t react. His chin went down to his shoulder. A deep wrinkle marred his forehead; his lips disappeared, suppressing a scream of pain. His restricted hands formed fists against Yugo’s chest. They trembled, filling the room with chattering metallic noise.
A bitter taste filled Yugo’s mouth. His heart pounded and blood pumped into his head. Kuon was too tight. Strong inner muscles clenched around his cock, squeezing his erection like a scorching vice. Yugo winced but didn’t pull out, waiting for Kuon’s body to adapt.
“Relax,” he breathed in to Kuon’s mouth, bolstering his advice with a light kiss. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Kuon groaned and rolled his head to the other side. A thin layer of perspiration glazed his neck and thick blue veins popped out under. Yugo inched down, his mouth pounced on the smooth skin below Kuon’s ear, his nose brushed against his drenched hair.
“Look at me,” Yugo ordered in Kuon’s ear, his voice raucous with arousal. Leaving a glowing kiss mark on the side of Kuon’s neck, he pulled back burning with desire to see Kuon’s pupils dilated with pleasure, not pain.
He didn’t know why, but holding back was incredibly hard with Kuon, painful even. He wanted to force his way balls deep, hurtle himself in the soft and hot depth of Kuon’s inviting body, and every second of the delay was agony for his sweltering desire. The only thing that stopped him taking what belonged to him were those eyes damp with pain, wounded pride, and rudiments of passion hidden inside.
Few minutes later, his efforts had paid off. The lubricant spreading within Kuon’s rectum alleviated his sufferings, and tight insides loosened up enough for Yugo to move. It took all his willpower to slide his whole length in a slow, deliberate thrust and not to slam his hips against Kuon’s ass. When his balls met Kuon’s hot crotch, Yugo’s muscles trembled with intensity. The places where his skin rubbed against Kuon’s burned and melted with sweat.
No way can I hold back longer… I wanna fuck him so bad, it’s insane.He bumped his drenching forehead against Kuon’s cheekbone, willing himself to stay like this for another minute.
In an attempt to distract and get distracted, he licked his lips and kissed Kuon’s mouth. Sharing the same breath, he stroked Kuon’s reddened cheeks, played with his hair, letting Kuon’s body to get used to his.
“Doesn’t hurt that much, right?”
A murderous glare flashed and disappeared behind Kuon’s fluttering lashes, bringing Yugo a smile. His hips moved on their own, and a small twitch answered him from Kuon’s insides. Then, again and again, granting Yugo with the most amazing sensations of pulsing hotness and softness.
Moving in small, controlled thrusts Yugo realized—Kuon’s body adapted to his. Kuon had accepted him.
Kuon’s face glowed deep red; the haze of arousal hooded his eyes. His mouth, soft and inviting, stopped resisting Yugo’s kisses, and his shy tongue answered to the caresses.
Yugo glanced down and smiled again—Kuon was semi-hard. His stomach, sparked with sweat, raising and falling in labored breathing, his pink head crawled out of the foreskin and kissed the tender skin of his hip.
Yugo swallowed. An impetuous blood rush to his head erased every thought from his brain, leaving him withering with thirst. Yugo’s hands shook when he hooked his arms under Kuon’s knees, pulling his legs up and flopped his ankles onto his shoulders. His hips picked up speed, rushing the rhythm, aiming for Kuon’s sweet spot.
More… faster… rougher…
Kuon’s head rolled to the side; his body shaking. Wet hands clutched Yugo’s sweaty shoulder, burning it with the cold steel. Kuon’s mouth fell open, but instead of cries, it ejected only pumps of hot air.
Yugo’s mind cleared. The anxiety of the last few days disappeared, replaced by tenderness and warmth. He leaned forward and kissed Kuon’s damp temple. His hand cupped Kuon’s nape as another one snuck between their bodies and found his jerking, leaking cock.
Several short strokes and a long, drawn out moan burst out of Kuon’s arched chest. White fluid erupted from the blood-swollen head, spilling on his torso.
With a light heart, Yugo squeezed Kuon in his arms, pressing him deeper to his own skin, wet with sweat. The chaotic tempo of Kuon’s heart throbbed in his fingertips. Not willing to stop and let Kuon catch his breath, he kept moving.
The raw smell of sex and sweat filled the room, compressing the air. It was so hard to breathe that Yugo tore at the air with his teeth. His chest hurt, lungs burned, but he kept chasing his pleasure.
