Page 28 of Love of the Egoist
Yugo’s mouth froze against his cock and his breath, that was hot only a moment ago, cooled down on Kuon’s wet flesh. The man wiped his saliva glistening mouth with his forearm and crawled up the bed until his face was level with Kuon’s. His rapid breathing tickled Kuon’s lips.
“Don’t you dare think about women. Look at me when I’m blowing you.”
Kuon met his merciless gray eyes with his hazy gaze, and a cocky smile inhabited the Yugo’s face. He nodded, licked the prisoner’s lips, and slid down again, closing his mouth around the reddened flesh, pushing a hoarse breath out of Kuon’s lungs.
A stubborn tongue circled around the head, gathering the first precum drops from the slit, then drifted lower. Stilling for a second, it rubbed across the frenulum, sending jolts of ticklish pleasure through Kuon’s body.
It felt weird and wrong, but somehow the order that Yugo had brushed against his lips never let Kuon look away. Through the smog of his forced arousal, battling to keep control over his body, Kuon stared at the man’s face amazed with one thought,how the fuck can anybody look that smug with a cock in their mouth?But the thought melted in a heartbeat, yielding to the strained pleasure.
Yugo knew his body better than any lover Kuon had ever known. His tongue slid down Kuon’s length, circled around the drawn-up balls. Skimming lower, it met with his finger somewhere in the depth and his nose brushed against tight balls, rolling them around. Kuon’s ass tensed as the tongue retreated, running back to the head in one long lick. Teasing Kuon’s frenulum for a second with the tip of his tongue, Yugo hummed, pleased to see how the honey-like drop rolled out of Kuon’s slit and stretched down, shimmering in the air. Licking it off with a flat warm movement, Yugo closed his lips around the head, sucking the whole length deep down his mouth.
Up and down, up and down again, pumping Kuon’s flesh.
Fighting the upcoming orgasm Kuon bit his lip again, but the pain only spiked his sensations. His head was heavy, hot, and thoughtless. It fell backward, stretching the skin on his throat as harsh, accelerated breathing broke out of his chest in a pulsing manner. Looking for a support, Kuon’s fingers grasped the chain as his toes curled, crumpling the bed sheet.
A sweet and painful electric ball, charging in his lower abdomen, reached its limit and was about to detonate. Kuon clenched his muscles, trying to suppress the inevitable.
“Yugo, stop…” he whispered, losing control over his body, but his words only encouraged the man. Yugo’s fingers became forceful and the flicks of his tongue even faster. “No… I don’t want to…”
…feel good…
Kuon wrenched his head, fighting his body, quenching a groan. A violent electric discharge stroked through his core, sending vicious waves to his limbs, enveloping him in a hot, maddening climax. He doubled over; a chain clanked, stretched to the limit.
Time stretched, then stopped, and everything dimmed. His vision failed as the blood rushed to his ears, pulsing somewhere behind his eyes. Falling apart, he gulped down the air, emptying himself in Yugo’s mouth.
The last jolt of pleasure shot through his body and vanished as everything fell silent. Kuon’s body softened, relaxed, and fell back onto the pillow, painting white sheets with red drops of blood from his cuffed wrists.
Yugo swallowed, licked his lips, rising on his elbows. Shifting, he flattened himself by Kuon’s side and landed his palm on Kuon’s heavily breathing torso. Caressing Kuon’s stomach with his fingers Yugo radiated contentment.
“Am I delusional again, or could it be that you called my name when you were cumming?”
Kuon opened his eyes in confusion, peered into the derisive eyes of his tormentor, but when blood flooded his face along with the memories, he averted his gaze.
“Did you enjoy it?” Yugo asked, his tone relentless, “I can make it even better.”
But without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Kuon’s hair and licked his lips, letting Kuon taste himself in his mouth.
Parting from Kuon’s lips, Yugo sat up on his knees. “Now let’s try again. You know how to lick ice cream, right? Open your mouth and make me feel good.”
Yugo’s naked body emitted the heady scent of arousal as the clear evidence of his passion, filled with blood, spilled crystal drops on the crumpled sheets.
The back of his right hand came up to Kuon’s cheekbone, slid down his prickling skin, before the curious thumb hooked Kuon’s bottom lip and parted his clenched teeth. Yugo’s face flushed as his eyelids dropped, half covering gray irises. His thumb sneaked deeper, rubbing Kuon’s tongue before pinning it down and using his grip to tug Kuon’s face closer to his groin. The violent-red head appeared in front of Kuon’s face as another crystal-clear drop beaded out of Yugo’s slit. Kuon closed his eyes, unable to watch.
“Look at me,” Yugo forced out, smearing precum all over Kuon’s red, bitten lips.
Kuon scowled but complied. Locking his gaze with Yugo’s, he struggled for a moment but overcame himself and flexed his mouth, taking the wet tip in.
“Now be a good boy and listen to what I say. Try to follow.” Yugo licked his lips. His broad, muscular chest billowed with ragged breathing as Kuon’s tongue merged with the slippery head.
Warm drops spilled all over Kuon’s mouth and his throat closed up in a reflex. Kuon expected a nasty, gut-wrenching taste to overpower his self-control, but Yugo’s cock didn’t taste bad—the precum dripping out of the man’s slit was almost sweet with a slight hint of saltiness. “Relax your throat and take it deeper. As deep as you can. That’s right, good boy.”
Yugo let his head fall back, revealing a long throat with a well-defined Adam’s apple. His chest rose and fell in a hastening pattern as his fingers weaved with Kuon’s short hair.
“Now stick your tongue out,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. His hand imposed a certain rhythm to Kuon’s movements, chasing his pleasure. “Lick it as if it’s melted ice cream. Yeah, right… very good… from all sides… ohhhh fuck…”
A soft muffled moan broke out from Yugo’s lips, and Kuon almost choked on saliva. His gaze darted from Yugo’s throat to the rippled relief of his torso, where flexible muscles constantly rolled under the sun-bronzed skin with every slight movement of the man’s body. Thick veins, pumped with blood, showed through the skin on his neck, arms, and groin. Streaming down the length of his cock, they pulsed on Kuon’s tongue.
Kuon’s cheeks warmed and uneasiness settled in his lower body. He squirmed.
