Page 49 of Love of the Egoist
The locked door wasn’t an obstacle; Kuon didn’t think twice before breaking it down with a kick. Radiating fury, he stomped down the corridor passing the stupefied house workers. He made his way to the guest bathroom he had used not long ago and slammed the door behind him.
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GREG, WHOSE MAIN DUTIESlately had shrunk to the simple but boring task of keeping an eye on Kuon, had changed his location and now propped up against the wall of Yugo’s bedroom. It took him a while to realize what he should do when he saw Kuon’s white ass stomping down the corridor, exuding a murderous aura. He scratched his head, intending to follow, when a half-naked, choking with laughter Yugo dragged himself out of the bedroom.
“Kuon!” his boss called out, but the detective didn’t slow down. Yugo faced Greg and asked in a restrained voice, “Did you see? He kicked the door down. Unbelievable!”
Delight lit up his red face, and warmth and happiness shone in his eyes.
Greg tilted his head but said nothing.
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YUGO CAUGHT UP WITH KUONin the bathroom. Grabbing him by the elbow, he compelled his prisoner to face him. His smiling face drew closed, his lips covered the thin white line of Kuon’s mouth, and a demanding tongue flickered over the rim. Kuon’s anger abated, his shoulders relaxed, and his eyes lost the hard stare. His lips parted, letting the man in.
“I really want to see. Please, Kuon!” Yugo’s whisper, full of plea, reached Kuon’s face with the mix of vanilla and tobacco.
Yugo had never begged him for anything. He demanded, ordered, but never asked nicely. When Kuon refused him, Yugo got mad. That’s why Kuon felt conflicted. He hesitated for a minute, wondering if it was a good idea to cooperate or not. Showing these kind of things had never been part of his sexual fantasies. Only the thought of it awoke the resentment deep down his heart, but on the other hand, what if he showed Yugo that with the simple wordplease, he could achieve much more than with pure violence? What if Yugo had never developed simple communication skills and had no idea how to deal with people? That thought had already occurred to him before. Still not sure if he was doing the right thing, he gave a slow nod, deciding to give it a shot and not to refuse Yugo if he asked properly.
“May I touch?” Yugo asked and licked his lips. His lustful gaze slithered lengthwise down Kuon’s long, soft cock and his foreskin-hooded head. He looked as nervous as a child who didn’t want to make his parents angry anymore and tried hard to behave.
One more uncertain nod and the man snorted, set his chin on Kuon’s shoulder, and took his cock in his hands, aiming its head at the center of the toilet bowl.
I can’t believe I am doing this.Kuon closed his eyes trying to relax, but nothing happened. His bladder hurt with pressure, but still not even one drop leaked out. Yugo’s fingers on his cock; the burning stare; the chin on his shoulder—everything distracted him, everything associated with sex, not with quenching natural needs.
Kuon felt the radioactive ardor exuding from Yugo’s chest, soaking into his body through his skin, mutating his cells, changing him. Yugo’s cool lips brushed the skin on Kuon’s neck before he whispered, “Look, your gun is in my hands. Do pssshhew-pssshhew with your blaster!”
The absurdity of this situation pushed Kuon’s self-control far beyond its limits. His head fell backward, and a loud laughter rocked his body.
THIS WAS THE FIRST TIMEYugo had heard such a crystal-clear laughter; merriment poured out of Kuon, warming Yugo’s chest. Kuon’s watery eyes shone as his the corner of his eyes broke out with small rays. His lips opened, and the mesmerized Yugo couldn’t tear his gaze away from the tender pink surface of his mouth.
Yugo had heard Kuon laughing several times, but nothing like this. Usually hysterical or nervous short laughs shook his body, but this time it was different. Alive. Real. Rollicking. Yugo loved it. He smiled, tugged the man into the embrace, resting his forehead in the crook of Kuon’s neck.
Kuon couldn’t stop laughing, but there was a positive side to it. His psychological problem seemed to disappear, and yellowish liquid flowed in a strong stream down the toilet.
“Kuon, stop laughing! We are missing!” Yugo snapped, putting all his attention in to the process of hitting the target, but that only added fuel to the fire. Kuon, unable to keep straight, folded in the middle. His shaky hands slapped a tile wall, looking for support as he broke in to a clear flow of laughter with renewed force. The trickle drew figures in the air, flooding everything around them.
“Fuck, Kuon, this is not sexy at all! Stop neighing like a horse!” Yugo’s voice serious and concentrated. He tried to operate Kuon’s dick, bending it one side or the other in a desperate bid to hit the target.
When Kuon finished, and the last cramps of fading laughter bled into silence, Yugo, feeling exhausted, slowly recoiled.
“What a shame… we flooded everything,” he said in a depressed voice. “Are you happy? You’ve managed to crush my sexual fantasy to pieces.”
Yugo glanced at Kuon and his mouth dried up. The metamorphosis happening on Kuon’s face was astonishing. The warm and kind smile that reigned on his handsome face a moment ago, disappeared under Yugo’s gaze. Seeing Yugo’s amazement, Kuon’s expression changed and an impenetrable mask of indifference reappeared on his face.
“Kuon,”—The man hauled him closer, kissing unwilling lips—“I want to clean you. It is not good to leave my sperm inside.”
He stepped forward, leaving Kuon no other choice but to retreat. Again and again, step by step he guided the strong body backward. His hands drifted along Kuon’s arms, caressing his muscles. His eyes hooded as his lips planted light lingering kisses all over Kuon’s mouth.
When Kuon’s back pressed onto the cold surface of the light-blue tile wall of the built-in shower, and there was no room to move further, Yugo wrapped his arms around Kuon’s torso. The featherlike touch of Yugo’s fingertips counted red, wavy welts on Kuon’s back, his rapacious lips slid down Kuon’s chin toward his neck and sucked hard on the tender skin.
A small, needy noise at the back of Kuon’s throat sent shivers down Yugo’s spine. Trying to hide his goosebumps, he turned the water on and warm streams rushed down, cloaking them in a net of shimmering spatters.
So fucking gorgeous…Yugo thought, staring at Kuon, laminated in water. With parted lips and feverish gaze, with dark hair now long enough to cover his eyes, tousled over his high forehead, Kuon was irresistible.
Yugo swallowed. The blood rushed down his groin, and the itch to melt their bodies together in a sweet, intoxicating race wiped clean every thought from his head.
He reached forward, pushed the pump of the shower gel bottle down, and yellow, honey-textured liquid filled his palm. Spreading the silky texture over his fingers, Yugo slipped his hands down Kuon’s thighs. He stepped forward, his knee coming between Kuon’s legs, spread them apart.
