Page 27 of Love of the Egoist
“You are terrible. Look, it’s getting soft!” the man complained, his voice dripping with venom.
“If you wanted a high-quality blowjob, why didn’t you call for a professional?”Kuon retorted, rolling on his side, hating to see Yugo naked and secretly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
The man chuckled, making Kuon cringe. His strong hands pushed the detective further onto his stomach, then squeezed his strong shoulders, massaging them.
Cool fingers kneading tense muscles warmed up Kuon’s skin while moving along his spine toward the small of his back. Kuon gulped when they skated to his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. Using his cuffed hands for support, Kuon bowed his back, glancing over his shoulder. Yugo’s face bore a serious expression while he examined his butt. His black brows knitted together.
“Look, perfectly healed,” Yugo said, and blew a cool, strong stream of air on the puckered entrance.
Kuon’s shoulders tensed, and he lowered his head trying to kill all emotions. A rapid drubbing in his chest resounded in his fingertips.
“Still scared?” Yugo’s voice was barely audible and filled with something that in another time Kuon would identify as sadness.
Yugo opened his mouth as if wanting to say something else but changing his mind, probably thinking that rending the air wouldn’t change anything. Andyeah, no matter what he said, Kuon wasn’t interested in listening.
Yugo licked his index finger and pressed it to his hole, probing its softness. Kuon flinched, goosebumps erupted all over his body as his heart drummed in his throat, then moved to his ears. He grasped the bed sheet, crumpling it in his fists as his forehead rested against his white knuckles.
“I’ve already said that I won’t hurt you. Why the fuck don’t you believe me?” the man snapped, jerking Kuon’s shoulder, locking their eyes together.
“Who in his right mind would ever believe you, you twisted bastard? Do you even know much how it hurts? Let’s switch and I’ll show you!” Kuon yelled; his body shook with adrenaline.
Yugo smiled, and his eyes softened.
“What’s so funny?” Kuon groaned and yanked the chain. “Let me go. I’m tired.”
But Yugo’s smile transmuted into soft chuckling. He pressed his palm to Kuon’s back, pinning him down to the soft mattress.
“Hurt you say? Let me apologize to that place I hurt so badly.” He spread Kuon’s cheeks again, and the wet warmth of his tongue landed on his tender opening. Swirling around the creasy skin, it probed its way in.
“What the fuck are you doing? Stop it!” Kuon’s ass and back tightened. He tried to squirm away from the man’s mouth. The chain strained, clanked, and the evil steel of the handcuffs bit deep into his wrists, drawing fresh blood. His heart pounded. It was hard to think, hard to concentrate on anything other than the tongue burning his anus.
“What am I doing? Apologizing, don’t you see?” Yugo purred and added a finger to his tongue. The first knuckle, covered in saliva, slid into his body with slight resistance, and in a second, a whole finger pushed its way in. Yugo’s tongue, rounding the rim, tried to shush the small spikes of pain.
Kuon stopped breathing. His muscles, paralyzed with fear, cramped around the man’s finger, preventing him from moving.
“Relax,” Yugo said, his other palm landed on Kuon’s buttock and rubbed it as his finger wiggled inside, searching for something.
Kuon’s face tingled with the pumped blood. The disgust at the act of coercion was driving him nuts. He didn’t know where to put his face, how to calm his heart down, or how to get rid of the annoying noise in his head.
“On your back,” Yugo ordered, withdrawing his finger from Kuon’s insides.
Fighting the sickness and swallowing his pride, Kuon rolled over. The coolness of the bed sheets met his hot back, edging his feelings. Bringing his forearms to his face, he shielded his eyes from the shame and reality.
Yugo moved between his legs, spreading them wider. His palms landed on Kuon’s knees, traveled along his thighs, to meet in the center. Kuon squirmed when one hand picked up his flaccid cock as the other sneaked under his balls and cold fingers pressed against his anus.
“Stay still.”
Kuon sucked some air in through clenched teeth when Yugo’s finger urged its way in, and a burning sensation spread through his passage.
He expected the pain to worsen. It never did, instead, his cock was plunged into the torrid depth of Yugo’s mouth. The man’s finger, probing its way blindly, stirred something inside and an itching, electric impulse ran from the bottom of his core and spread through his body, sending slight tremors to his limbs.
Kuon’s eyes flew wide open, his forearm slid to his mouth, shutting off his unborn moan.
What the hell?This sensation was different from anything he’d experienced before. Kuon tried to swallow, but his mouth dried up. The places Yugo touched burned. Inside, where the finger slid up and down his rectum, was the beginning of a powerful conflagration. The heat radiated through his body, mixing with shame and humiliation.
This isn’t happening… This is not happening…Kuon closed his eyes, imagining a beautiful girl with huge sparkling blue eyes and soft plump lips. Sitting on the bed, she tugged her knee to her chest and smiled at him as her blond hair cascaded down her shoulders, hiding her nudity. He weaved his fingers with her shiny hair, willing her to take his cock into her warm mouth. Begging, longing eyes, looking at him from below, set his core on fire. He pushed her down, digging his face in the softness of her breasts, trailing her body with kisses, aiming for sweet lips.
The concentration etched on his serious face. With all his soul, Kuon wanted to exterminate this moment from his memory by replacing it with something else.
