Page 50 of Love of the Egoist
Licking the water rushing down Kuon’s face, he squeezed his toned ass, snuggling up to Kuon’s sultry chest. Foaming under the circular motions of his hands, the gel trickled down Kuon’s legs, swirled around their feet and disappeared in the drain.
Biting Kuon’s earlobe, Yugo pressed his lips to the side of Kuon’s neck, where the red spot of his lasting kiss bloomed. He opened his mouth and slid it down, not kissing, not biting, but burning Kuon’s skin with the long lick of his lips and tongue. His teeth caught the protruding collarbone, sinking into Kuon’s flesh hard enough to leave teeth prints, only to soothe the reddened, disturbed skin with his tongue.
Slippery fingers having fondled and played with the round globes enough, drew to the center and Kuon shuddered. His head ducked forward, his temple pressed to the side of Yugo’s head. Hot breath reached Yugo’s ear.
Kuon was tender down there and even under the streams of tepid water, his skin felt hot. His puckered entrance puffy after the long sex session, opened with no resistance letting Yugo’s fingers in.
Kuon’s throbbing insides twitched around his digits, sucking them deeper as if begging for more. Slippery, soft, humid, and feverishly spasming, they woke a raw craving deep in Yugo’s core, the blinding urge to pursue his own savage pleasure. His cock jerked in his jeans against Kuon’s groin, and the younger man writhed in his hands. Kuon’s shaking fingers searching for a support seized his shoulders, and Yugo’s heart stopped for a second.
Holy shit, he thought, panting against Kuon’s shoulder.
Over their time together, Yugo learned that Kuon’s body was especially sensitive after sex. Each touch to the sore skin brought him sweet-pained pleasure, which produced a staggering wave of arousal. But even knowing all this, Kuon’s desperate, frantic clinging to his skin left him breathless every time.
Warm, thick signs of his own presence leaked down Yugo’s wrist, diluting with soap and water. Scissoring his fingers and scooping out the last drops, he fondled the delicate, warm depths of the trembling insides.
Heat raging in his head spread through his body, exasperating his thirst. Yugo’s addiction to Kuon’s body grew with every day. No matter how many times they had done it, Yugo always craved more. Even a small, fleeting touch of Kuon’s skin intoxicated his mind, scalding him with desire.
Hooking his arm under Kuon’s knee, he wrapped Kuon’s leg around his denim covered, drenched hip. His erect sex, strained under the wet fabric, rubbing against Kuon’s crotch.
Yugo hauled him closer. Colliding their chests, he kissed Kuon’s temple, when a warm poke in his abdomen sent millions of small, electric impulses from his stomach to his chest and his limbs.
He tore himself off the tender skin and glanced down at Kuon’s erect, pulsating flesh. His lips stretched in a smile as his gaze wandered up, reached Kuon’s face.
Torrents of water rushed down Kuon’s cheekbones, red with arousal. Parted lips let out rapid, hoarse breathing, darkened eyes eclipsed with splashing passion within. Looking at his face, glowing with health and arousal, Yugo thought how young Kuon still was.
At that moment, more than ever, Kuon reminded Yugo of a beautiful and powerful Greek God—splendid, strong, passionate, and honest in his desires. Yugo’s blood inflamed with one look in those languishing eyes. He yearned to possess every cell of this perfect body, to force Kuon to submit, to take over every thought and emotion until only he was left.
“You belong to me,” Yugo whispered. His fingers traveled up the muscular back, glided over the neck, and a smooth cheek until he found Kuon’s mouth. His thumb parted the swollen lips and his tongue invaded Kuon’s supple mouth. The younger man arched his back, unconsciously bending to Yugo’s will. Streams of water hit his chest, scattered in all directions with million droplets.
Breaking the kiss, Yugo dropped down hitting the floor with his knees, and leaving Kuon with no support, no balance. Trying not to fall, Kuon leaned against the tile wall placing his legs wide apart.
Yugo’s head at the perfect level to take Kuon’s shiny head into his mouth. He kissed the tip, then sucked the length in. It pulsated on his tongue, and a faint, salty taste invaded his mouth.
“Haaaa…” Kuon didn’t hold his voice. His fingers plaited in the wet mass of Yugo’s hair, clutching it, tugging it in a desperate wish to get more.
Two skillful fingers snuck in the vibrating insides stretched soft muscles warming them. Yugo’s tongue licked the most sensitive places, plunging the younger man into the abyss of pleasure. Kuon wriggled, twisted and moaned in his hands, losing his mind. His senseless eyes glistened, reflecting his mental state. Yugo, holding his body, felt like a masterful blacksmith working with pliable metal.
Dissatisfaction scratched in Yugo’s chest. This wasn’t enough.
The caresses stopped. Kuon’s blank, deep-brown eyes opened with discontent and peered in Yugo’s face.
Stunning…Yugo thought, fighting the strong urge to push Kuon down. His heart drummed, blood echoing in his ears and boiling in his veins. His fingers squeezed the base of Kuon’s cock, and a sadistic smile stretched his lips. Kuon’s confusion delighted him.
Kuon’s bottom lip twitched, and he bit it with his canine tooth. He dropped on the floor, getting onto his knees, and his wet face appeared on the same level as Yugo’s. His hands glided along the broad shoulders, and his eyes lit up with raw lust. He leaned forward in an obvious hope for a kiss.
“Kuon…” whispered Yugo and licked his lips, the salty taste of Kuon’s precum lingering on his tongue. “Ask me to continue…”
But the detective didn’t reply. He looked as if his consciousness had eluded his physical shell leaving nothing, but the primal urge for carnal pleasures behind. His eyes were bottomless trenches of arousal. They sucked Yugo’s soul, demanding him to move closer and let Kuon taste himself on his lips.
Shy lips brushed Yugo’s and minty taste invaded his mouth. A scorching tongue touched the rim of his lips and inched between.
Holy fucking shit…A vibration begot deep down his spine and scattered all over his body in the form of trembling raptures. He struggled to restrain himself from attacking the young man and devouring him like a hungry tiger. He needed Kuon to submit, to accept him. He needed to break the wall his prisoner built around himself.
His hand reached forward, wound around Kuon’s cock, and gave it a few strokes. Yugo smiled, watching him shudder.
“Call my name. Ask me to keep going. Kuon, talk to me, let me hear you,” Yugo whispered in a deep, unhurried voice. His lips escaped Kuon’s pursuing lips and glided over his neck.
Kuon didn’t look like he’d heard a word. Need overwhelmed him, splashing around his skin in maddening waves of arousal. Yugo sensed it as clear as if they were physical vibes of compressed air. Kuon grasped Yugo’s shoulders. His knee bent forward when he pushed the man down to the floor.
