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Kuon’s erection, after fading for a few minutes, revived. Flaming red spots came through his skin on his chest and stomach. Sweat trickled from beneath his knees, streamed down his thighs, Yugo’s shoulders, and chest. His restless head rolled from one side to another, strewing his body moisture about the sheets.
A ticklish stream ran from Yugo’s forehead down his nose, and a shiny drop tore down and crashed against Kuon’s vibrating stomach.
“So fucking hot,” he breathed and attacked Kuon’s swollen lips again, sucking in the saltiness of his upper lip.
Everything around him melted, lost contours, and dimmed. The drumming in his ears grew louder; hot waves of sweat and pumped blood threw him in the timeless void of euphoria.
Kuon was brought to climax two more times. Yugo came inside of him twice, but his erection never faded. He didn’t want to stop; he didn’t even pull out once. Possessive desire spread through his chest. Soon enough, constrained moans and squishy sounds filled the room. Yugo’s semen poured out of Kuon, forming thin, sticky streams, spurred byeach strong thrust.
Without shame, Yugo explored Kuon’s naked, shimmering body. His mouth watered with increased saliva; his heart choked with blood and something panged in his chest.
Diving under Kuon’s leg, he flipped Kuon to his side, then rolled him on his stomach. Hooking his palms under Kuon’s hips he lifted his ass up.
So. Fucking. Hot. His gaze glued to Kuon’s leaking hole. Yugo swallowed, squeezed the base of his cock for a second before guiding his throbbing length back to Kuon’s entrance. Rubbing his red head against the tender, twitching opening, he reentered Kuon’s oozing ass, brimming with his own juice.
Erotic, dirty sounds filled the room with a new force, and within a couple of minutes Kuon whimpered. His muscle ring contracted and squeezed Yugo’s cock. A loud groan escaped his thrown back head, and his body collapsed to the bed, drained of all strength.
Yugo grinned and, not even slightly embarrassed by the senseless body lying beneath him, continued. His hands rubbed Kuon’s back over the sweat drenched dressings, blood stains exuded through the white fabric.
His head pounded, vision blurred. He made several more thrusts before clutching at Kuon’s skin. The places he touched whitened. His head threw back, mouth parted, and an animalistic, guttural roar burst out of his throat. Yugo’s body shook for a long minute, releasing the last drops of energy, before he collapsed beside Kuon, gasping for air.
Two long minutes passed before he broke the silence.
“Kuon… I regret…” his voice was subdued. He was terrible at sayingsorry,and every time he had to apologize to somebody it was a total disaster. He felt that by squeezing out these words, he was losing a part of his soul in a most painful and cruel way. The blood rushed to his head as he didn’t hear a reply to his agonizingly delivered, pitiful attempt at an apology. He grabbed Kuon’s shoulder and pulled the younger man to himself.
“Kuon…”
The lifeless body didn’t resist as he rolled it over. Kuon’s facial muscles were relaxed, eyes closed, and the lip line soft. The guy was sleeping.
A wry smile twisted Yugo’s lips. He got up and went to the bathroom to get the basin.
CHAPTER 13
KUON OPENED HIS EYES,grasping his surroundings with a vague gaze, but didn’t recognize his whereabouts. Faint rays of sunlight, filtering through the splits in the heavy window dressing, played with the massive bronze chandelier, creating iridescent flicks in its crystal drops. He lay in a durable oak bed with a lot of sophisticated additions, chains, binders, and strap fixers attached to it. In the far corner of the room stood a pitiful chair, made of beige, pimply leather. The wolf rug lost its charm and lay listless without devilish flames of fire dancing in his glass eyes.
Yugo’s bedroom…The realization pushed a soft groan out of his mouth.
Sweet somnolence vanished into thin air. Damp with body fluids, the sheets stuck to his skin. The sticky, unpleasant feeling made him feel dirty.
Kuon associated this room with violence and pain. Each and every part of it reminded him of the acts they had committed on this exact bed. The air was dense with the harsh odor of sweat, tobacco, and musk, but the sickly-sweet scent of sex suffocated and overwhelmed Kuon’s senses.
I enjoyed it…Kuon bit his lip, staring at the dust, dancing in the sunlight. It flickered with colors, dropping his mind into a hypnotic state.It felt good. The things he did to me felt good. What the hell is wrong with me? How can something like this bring me so much pleasure? How can violence bring ecstasy? I didn’t want him to stop… I am damaged in the head. Have I always been this way? Have I always wanted a man?
The memories of Yugo’s hands and lips on his body revived physical memory. He shivered and tried to shake it off. Recalling Yugo entering his body was embarrassing, even shameful. The ultimate submission of one man to another hurt his pride, made him feel weak.
Maybe things would be different if violence had never been involved.He emerged out of his dozing state as the blood drained from his face.Nooooo! What the hell am I thinking? What did this asshole do to me? Kuon, you’re confused, that’s all. You haven’t been with a woman for God knows how long, anyone would react. It means nothing! He raped you, whipped you, and fucked with your mind, all for his own amusement. What the hell is wrong with you?
Determination took over. When he went back to his normal life, everything would return to the way it’d been. There would be beautiful women and the job he was good at. Yugo’s hands and the things the man had done to him would be long forgotten, no more than a nightmare. He would burn this unnatural desire and damaging memories out of his mind and body no matter how hard it would be.
And now he had to leave, had to get out of this place, even to that freakishly white room. He’d let those white walls cut into his confused brain with their dreary monotony. It would overshadow these seditious thoughts and substitute his madness with the dull, hopeless yearning for freedom.
He shook his head like a drenched dog climbing out of a river to a bank. He tried to get up, but something big and heavy restrained his movements, pinning him to the bed.
He scowled and glanced down. Strong arms were wrapped around his torso; the heavy head nested on his stomach. Yugo slept without a slight shadow of an idea that Kuon could be dangerous to him. Despite his sharp features, his handsome face was the epitome of serenity.
He isn’t scared of me at all,the upsetting thought troubled Kuon’s mind.Bastard… lounging here as if he’s on a pillow. What would you do if I strangled you to death? Right now, I’m going to squeeze your throat, and this vein on your neck will stop pulsating. Your arrogant face will turn red, then blue and with horror and surprise, your cruel eyes will widen...
Evil thoughts filled Kuon’s consciousness. He put so much hate in his stare that deep down he hoped to burn a hole through Yugo’s temple.
