Page 48 of Love of the Egoist
He wasn’t ready to admit that he felt happier in Yugo’s company than being locked up in that fucking white room alone. That’s why he could only pour out his frustration on the innocent chair, made with the restless remains of the poor African bird.
The man who embraced him and had fucked him senseless time after time only a couple of moments ago calmly smoked by his side. He usually smoked a lot, but after sex Yugo consumed one cigarette after another and his kisses always tasted of vanilla tobacco. His cool palm rested on Kuon’s hip, and he still wore his jeans. The fly was undone, his underwear showing.
No sensible thoughts inhabited Kuon’s head, only hallucinogenic delirium. Watching the daylight soaking through the curtains into the room, he didn’t bother to analyze his thoughts, overwhelmed by his physical exhaustion.
I wonder if the ghost of the tormented and killed ostrich is still here, with its remains. Is it restless? If it is, what is it thinking about when looking at its own leather, being rubbed by the asshole of this heartless bastard?
He also felt sleepy. Slumberous eyes, having caught the iridescent light playing in the chandelier drops, lost the ability to move. He fell out of this world, hovering at the edge of reality. Yugo’s free hand, caressing the welts on his side and back, soothed him to sleep.
“Kuon…” the man called out, but the detective didn’t react. “What are your dreams about?”
He bolted awake, turned around and stared at Yugo. His face drained of blood.
W-what?He wanted to ask, but his lips parted and closed, with no sound emitted. The silly thought that perhaps he’d kept silent for too long and had forgotten how to talk crawled into his head. What if his vocal cords had atrophied and were now useless? In an attempt to shake off the evil suggestion, he shook his head, got up, and flopped barefoot to the bathroom.
“Let me wash you!” Yugo darted off the bed to follow Kuon.
A searing wall of shame hit Kuon in the face.
Like hell, I will never let you wash my ass.He flew into the bathroom and slammed the door in Yugo’s face; his fingers searching for the lock.
The strong shoulder blow to the door threw him off balance toward the opposite side of the bathroom. His shoulder collided with a beige tile wall.
Yugo’s eyes glowed with fury. His fists clenched when he entered the bathroom.
“Don’t you ever dare to slam the fucking door in my fucking face ever again. Next time you do this, I’ll break it, along with your pretty teeth,” he threatened, coming closer.
Kuon didn’t reply, rubbing his hurt shoulder. Pressing his lips tight, he gave Yugo a look that spoke a thousand words. He shook his head, approached the toilet bowl, and stilled. It took him two seconds to figure out that Yugo wouldn’t grant him privacy. Casting a sharp look at the man, he sprawled his arms in an unspoken question that could only meanare you really gonna watch?
“Ohhh, you want to pee!” Yugo’s face lit up with a smile, all darkness drained from his features as he moved closer and wrapped his long muscular arms around Kuon’s middle. His sharp chin landed on Kuon’s shoulder, and warm breath touched his ear. “I wanna watch. Show me.”
Kuon dashed aside, whirled, and pushed Yugo in the chest with both hands as if sayingget out.
A minute ago he threatened to knock my teeth out and now he wants a hug? What the fuck is wrong with him?
Kuon gritted his teeth and swallowed hard. His head throbbed, fists clenched, itching to hit Yugo’s smug, irritating face.
“Come on, we are both men. Besides, I have already seen everything and everywhere. What’s there to be shy about?” Loathsome laughter echoed within the bathroom. He intercepted Kuon’s hand, preventing a punch from reaching his teeth and tugged him closer. “Don’t be shy. Let me help you.”
Directing the panting man toward the toilet bowl, Yugo wound his arms around Kuon’s ripped body. His fingers picked up his soft cock, aiming the head at the heart of the white porcelain bowl. His chest burned Kuon’s back and sticky wetness still lingered on his skin.
“Kuon, you’re wasting our time,” he said, looking with a childlike curiosity at the tip of Kuon’s cock. “Come oooon, let it leak!”
Kuon rolled his eyes, sighed,and buried his face in his hands, astonished about what else the sick and fevered imagination of this pervert could come up with.
“Not working? Let me help,” Yugo said, sympathy splashing in his voice. His palm pressed against Kuon’s lower abdomen, rubbed it in a circular motion then pressed his bladder. “Come on!”
Kuon’s knuckles bleached white. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, trying to control his rage and not smash Yugo’s beautiful ear.
“Okay, if you don’t want to pee, why don’t we pick up where we left off?” Yugo asked in a sugary voice. Dropping to his knees, he took Kuon’s limp cock in his mouth and incredible softness closed around Kuon’s painfully-tender flesh.
What a fucker!Kuon thought, revolted. If Yugo’s eager lips didn’t stop right that second, something bad would happen for sure. He pushed Yugo’s head off and faced the squeaky-clean toilet bowl.
Fervent sparks illuminated Yugo’s eyes. He squatted down and put his chin in his hands with a curiosity of a child, watching how a chrysalis morphed into a butterfly.
Kuon tried. He closed his eyes, concentrated, but nothing came out. The curious and mocking look Yugo pierced his cock with mentally squeezed his urethra.
Seeing that nothing leaked out, Yugo stretched his hand wanting to touch Kuon’s cock again. The look on his face pushed Kuon’s pride beyond its limits. He roared, sounding like a wounded animal, and stormed out of the bathroom.
