Page 30 of Love of the Egoist
I’ll be damned! How could he be so fucking hot?Yugo thought. His skin tingled, and his heart accelerated its rhythm. His finger left warm insides as Yugo’s arm hooked around Kuon’s waist and pulled him closer. Leaving two prominent erections to rub against each other, he reached for Kuon’s face, raising it up.
A thick fog clouded Kuon’s half-opened eyes. His skin glowed with the color of arousal and scarlet blood trickled down his chin.
Yugo tilted his head, drawing his brows together. Touching Kuon’s chin with his thumb, he tried to wipe away the blood trail but only smeared it over the jawline.
“Don’t bite yourself.” The urge to taste those red, bloody lips was overpowering. Yugo bent his torso forward merging their breathing together. He wavered for a second before licking the blood from Kuon’s lips.
Kuon froze, then dodged his touch. His hands hit Yugo’s the chest as Kuon attempted to get off Yugo’s lap.
“Stay,” Yugo uttered, pressing the young body to himself. His hands landed on Kuon’s broad back. The violent beating of Kuon’s heart betrayed his inner fear and confusion, echoed in Yugo’s fingers.
“What the fuck are you doing? That’s disgusting,” Kuon said, shivering as he tried to push Yugo away with his cuffed hands. Wriggling his body, he unconsciously rubbed his cock and stomach against Yugo’s erection, inflaming the man’s desire.
“Stay still.” Yugo breathed, cupping Kuon’s nape with one palm as his other hand fondled Kuon’s muscular back, trailing it up and down as if Yugo was trying to imprint the relief of Kuon’s body into his memory.
Several seconds later, assured that Kuon had given up fighting, Yugo snaked his right hand between their bodies again, wrapping his fingers around their throbbing cocks. His thumb landed on top, rubbing across moist tips, spreading warm fluid along their lengths.
A minute… then another, filled with raucous breathing and wet noise.
Kuon didn’t look like he could think straight anymore. The grip of his fingers tightened as he arched his chest, pressing himself against the solid frame of Yugo’s body. Bloody lips parted and Kuon closed his eyes letting his head fall back.
Yugo couldn’t divert his eyes from Kuon, drinking in his flowing expressions, afraid to miss even the slightest change. His fingers found his tight hole again, wormed inside, probing his sweet spot.
Kuon’s stomach tensed and bright red spots popped all over the skin of his neck and shoulders, spreading down his chest. His lips curled, exposing teeth as he gasped for air and let his weight fall forward. His head found its rest on Yugo’s collarbone, and a stream of his sweat seeped down Yugo’s chest.
The wet squelching noise, coming from below, grew louder. A salty smell of sweat thrilled Yugo’s nose. Without thinking, he leaned closer and kissed the trail from Kuon’s temple down his neck, savoring the taste of Kuon’s heated body.
“Ugh…” A soft cry resounded in Yugo’s tympanic membranes. It was faint and muffled.Powerless.Yugo couldn’t help but store it in his memory. Engrossing in it, he nearly missed the moment when the hot fluid pumped out of Kuon’s cock, squirting cum on his hand and stomach.
The mixed pain and pleasure on Kuon’s face sent boiling blood into Yugo’s head, narrowing his vision on the hooded eyes. When the last spasm faded, he tore Kuon’s hands off his own shoulder and put them down on his dick. His fingers shook, palms wet. Several seconds of stimulation—that’s all it took to throw him into the abyss of a climax. His cheek pressing to Kuon’s as he absorbed the faint, heady smell of the skin shimmering with body fluids. The last sweet spasm melted into the serenity of satisfaction. Yugo smiled as the marvelous emptiness inhabited his frame.
Leaning back against the pillows, he reached for a cigarette. Only when he’d lit up did he glance at Kuon and almost dropped the lighter. Kuon’s eyes were colder than arctic ice. The consuming passion, flaming in his dilated pupils that had been there only a minute ago, had vanished. Kuon looked calm and distant. He rose to his feet, struggled to put on his jeans with cuffed hands, and, without saying a word, left the room.
As soon as the door closed behind him composure left Yugo’s face. On his feet within a second, he tugged a wall lamp and a hidden door beside the headboard opened. He entered a small room, full of monitors, but his eyes glued to only one of them, glowing with soft steady light, showing an empty room. The door on the screen opened and the strong man made his appearance.
Kuon’s shoulders wide-spread, his head positioned high as if nothing in this world could touch him. But he maintained that facade only until the door closed behind him. His shoulders dropped, and he placed his palms on the smooth surface of the door before sinking to the floor. He bowed his head and Yugo longed to see his expression. A dagger of restlessness stabbed his heart. He wanted something but didn’t know what. Unsettled, he hit a wall with his fist.
“So strong, yet so weak…” he mumbled to himself, watching the shivering body on the monitor.
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KUON’S HEAD SPUN.His heart thundered in his chest.
What the hell?He squeezed his eyes shut as his nails scratched the door, skidding down its smooth surface.I felt it. His touch turned me on. I fucking came with him! Twice…
His head snapped to the side as if trying to throw the memory out of his mind. It didn’t help.
I reacted to him. My body did. I’m no better than he is. He raped me, and I still enjoyed his touch.
Kuon smashed his fist against the door. Then again and again, pouring all his frustration in to the assault. His eyes burned, throat tightened, and ripples of panic rushed through his body. Bringing his fist to his mouth, he sank his teeth into the reddened, disturbed skin of his knuckles.
Why the hell? Why is this happening? Am I the same as him? I had a chance to kill him, to strangle him. His life was in my hands. Why didn’t I kill him before? Why did I let him rape me in the first place? And now again… Why didn’t I defend myself? Why didn’t I die fighting him? Every man should be able to protect himself. Why did I fail? Did some part of me want this to happen?
The world dimmed as Kuon slumped to his ass. The blood drained from his face and his limbs as mortal fatigue crushed his spine. Tugging his knees to his chest, he buried his face into his knees wrapping his arms around them.
No, no… Kuon, calm down. Calm down. Breathe. Think about it. You’ve never been interested in men, have you? And you certainly aren’t damaged enough in the head to enjoy being raped.He squeezed his eyes, trying to recall any desires toward men, but couldn’t. When he thought about it, he couldn’t remember being interested in anyone in particular. He had a lot of women, but he couldn’t remember lusting after them. His body reacted to stimulation and sex felt nice, but he had never been obsessed with any of them.
He never initiated a sexual relationship in his life. If someone tried hard to get his attention, he tried to care back, but he had never been in love. Family and a stable job were in his schedule as something that would keep him grounded, something normal. The normal he craved the most. Eventually, the girls he dated moved on, never looking back, sensing their feelings weren’t mutual.
