Page 42 of Love of the Egoist
“You’d better not make him angry, lad. He’s been moody lately. Just be good and he’ll not hurt you.”
Kuon didn’t reply. Giving Greg a hard stare, he held up his hands, waiting for the steel to ring his wrists with a resounding click.
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THE DOOR HINGES SQUEAKED, alerting Yugo. Water dripped from Kuon’s chestnut hair, soaking in the white bathrobe hanging on his shoulders when he entered the bedroom. His torso glinted in dim light and small streams of water tricked down his muscular abs, wetting the waist of his white trunks. The bandage around his torso was gone.
He looks so young…Yugo thought, watching him move.Nine years is a huge difference. He wasn’t even born when I first killed a man.
Making quite a lot of noise with his handcuffs, Kuon removed his clothes dropping them to the floor. His expression blank, his eyes never met Yugo’s.
Subduing the first sparks of irritation, Yugo frowned, rose from his chair, and, bypassing the table abounding with food, approached Kuon.
Pressing his lips together, without making unnecessary movements, not showing off, not playing, not even looking at his tormentor, Kuon turned his back to the man. Adhesive wound dressings covered most of his back, leaving very little skin visible.
Kuon plopped on the bed, rolled on his back, and spread his legs apart, pressing his hands to his chest. The emotionless mask glued to his face, blank eyes peering at the ceiling.
Yugo gritted his teeth. A fireball of fury shot out from his heart and ricocheted within his body, inflaming every cell. He tore off his beige linen shirt, buttons flying over the floor and wolf fur. “If you want it the hard way, so be it!”
The bed dipped under his weight as his knee pushed on it, then his palms landed on the bouncing surface of the mattress. Crawling forward, hovering over Kuon’s nudity, Yugo leveled his face with Kuon’s groin and blew at his cock. The air flow, playing with soft curly hair, caught a water drop and chased it up Kuon’s abdomen. Greedy hands wrapped around the damp skin of Kuon’s hips as he inhaled, filling his lungs with the fresh scent of a clean body.
Kuon didn’t flinch,and Yugo moved forward to his chest, to his neck.
Most of the water had dried up, but tiny drops scattering about Kuon’s glossy skin begged to be licked away. Arousal exploded in Yugo’s stomach, sending a blistering wall of fire through his core.
His mouth dried up when he leaned in to Kuon, pressing the tip of his tongue to the hollow of a well-defined collarbone, drinking the gathered water. Imprinting a biting kiss on his smooth skin and leaving a red, throbbing mark, he inched lower.
Most of the small cuts on Kuon’s skin, healed and whitened, promising to disappear in the near future. Eager to memorize them all while they still existed, Yugo licked damaged parts, as a dog would lick cuts on the bodies of its pups. Inch after inch, he covered Kuon’s arm with kisses, starting from the left shoulder and moving to the elbow, then lower to the most damaged part of his forearm.
When his mouth reached an angry-red scar where the glass had slashed Kuon’s vein, Yugo held his breath and pressed his tongue to the newly grown tissue, outlining the area. His eyes watched Kuon’s face, searching for signs of discomfort. The electric saline taste of the closed wound lingered on Yugo’s tongue, and he licked it again and again.
Arousal pulsed in his veins, narrowing his vision. His mouth moved lower, imprinting wet kisses at the back of Kuon’s hand. Running his tongue around Kuon’s thumb, Yugo moved left, switching his attention to Kuon’s hips. Wet, gentle kisses mixed with teeth-imprinting bites, trailed the strong body from his hips to the abdomen, to the chest and the collarbones, until Yugo reached Kuon’s neck again.
Kuon tilted his head in an obvious attempt to avoid a kiss on his mouth. His lips disappeared in a thin line as he closed his eyes.
That small movement annoyed Yugo to no end.
His hand caught Kuon’s chin and forced the younger man to face him. He leaned closer and devoured the white slit of Kuon’s pressed lips. His tongue flickered over the rim and probed its way in.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered and arched his brow when Kuon’s lips parted, letting him in.
Not attaching importanceto it, Yugo controlled his rapid breathing, colliding their lips in a greedy wet kiss.
Kuon’s mouth remained passive, but his soft lips tasted so good that Yugo didn’t care. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue down Kuon’s mouth he reached for the tender surface of his inner cheek.
Pushing his weight on his right elbow and entwining his fingers with Kuon’s wet hair, Yugo licked Kuon’s tongue and sucked on his lower lip. His other hand traveled over the rippled surface of Kuon’s muscular abs, then down to a distinctive hipbone.
Caressing this strong and beautiful body, Yugo enjoyed the flexibility of Kuon’s muscles, the clean scent of his skin, and even the saltiness of the damaged parts. But somewhere deep inside, in a far section of his brain, a haunting feeling nagged.
“Touch your nipples…” ordered Yugo, getting mentally ready to receive a hate-filled stare in return, but Kuon didn’t react as predicted. His eyes closed; hands moved to his left, stretching the chain of his handcuffs. His thumbs barely moved, massaging his nipples.
Oh, fuck me!Yugo thought, pulling back. Sitting on his knees between Kuon’s legs, he mindlessly sank his canine tooth in his thumb. The stunning sight in front of his eyes didn’t make him happy, quite the opposite. Now, instead of this mesmerizing scene, he would rather see a proud gaze full of resistance and hear a million curses, all aimed at him. Seeing this deliberate obedience was hard and unpleasant.How far could he go with this game?
“Wank, I want to see.” Yugo’s voice came out uncompromising. “Spread your legs wider.”
Kuon opened his eyes, confusion splashing within. But after a second he closed them again and spread his legs wide apart. His flaccid cock rolled to the side. A trail of dark hair stretched from his pubis to his crotch. Yugo swallowed and licked his lips.
Kuon’s palm cupped his cock. His face was a passionless mask; his flesh soft and lifeless. Yugo could tell he felt nothing. But Kuon’s fingers rhythmically moved up and down, revealing his pink head, shining in the dull light of the night lamps.
