Page 32 of Obsession of the Egoist
Light and darkness shuffling suffused everything with a haze of lust. Yugo sunk his palms under the waistband of Kuon’s shorts, found the smooth, hard globes of his ass. Licking and nibbling at Kuon’s lips, he peeled the shorts down along with the underwear at the same moment as Kuon’s fingers tangled in the front of his shirt. Something hard poked his groin, and Yugo smiled against the kiss.
In the silence filled with panting, Yugo tore the belt out of the loops, unzipped his pants, and freed his heavy dick. His length brushed against Kuon’s slick with precum cock. Grabbing Kuon’s hand, he wrapped the blind fingers around their dripping desires. Kuon shuddered, and his slack mouth skidded against Yugo’s cheek.
“No cumming yet,” Yugo warned.
Imprinting Kuon into his skin, he sunk his teeth into the sweat-drenching neck as his fingers slipped into the crack and found Kuon’s entrance. With the small, circling motions, he probed the softness of Kuon’s anus. His other hand slid down Kuon’s thigh toward the knee, before Yugo yanked it up and wrapped it around his hip.
“Hold onto me,” he breathed into Kuon’s neck.
Dry and hot, Kuon’s entrance resisted the intrusion. Tearing his fingers away from Kuon’s ass, Yugo licked them wet, before shoving them back into the crack. His head, toes, and fingertips buzzed, as all the blood he possessed concentrated in his groin. The first knuckle thrust its way through the tight ring of Kuon’s inner muscles, making the younger man hiss and bite his own lip.
“Shit. So fucking tight…” Yugo hissed. “I won’t be able to enter like this. Relax.”
Kuon shook his head, blood beading around his canine tooth. “Can’t…”
Yugo gave up. With a flat lick, he collected the ruby drops of Kuon’s blood, as his fingers dug deeper into the passage, searching for the prostate. The heat and pulsing of Kuon’s insides messed with his self-control, making his every muscle tremble with urgency. Kuon’s wet t-shirt impeded his probing. Yanking it up with his free hand, he brought the hem to Kuon’s mouth.
“Bite.” Kuon did. Yugo wrapped his hand around Kuon’s palm. The precum coated his fingers, he increased the rhythm. His thoughts messy, he leaned upon Kuon, imprinting the younger man into the wall. His hips moved in the torn music of their disjointed panting, and soon enough, soft, suppressed groans filled his ears.
“That’s it…” Yugo whispered. “Cum for me.”
Kuon’s fingers sunk under his shirt and clawed at his flank, as he shuddered, teeth unclenched, releasing the hem of the t-shirt. The blindfolded head fell backward, revealing the perfect line of his jaw. Without thinking, Yugo sunk his teeth into the side of Kuon’s face as a violent discharge shot through his body.
“HOW DID YOU ENTER?”KUON ASKED,sitting on the cold floor on his bare ass. Still feeling Yugo’s finger inside him, he squirmed but didn’t get up. His heart drummed but not with anger—with embarrassment. The orgasm had flushed the anxiety and rage out of his system, but as the afterglow dissolved, the ability to think rationally returned.
What have I done?For the first time, he appreciated his blindness because he wasn’t sure he would be able to tolerate the glowing triumph in Yugo’s eyes he knew was there.What am I going to do now?
“I have a key,” Yugo said in a neutral voice as if it was something natural.
“Where did you get it?”
“Well, I stole it.”
“Now you are a thief?” Kuon knew he should be mad, but he wasn’t. At least not at Yugo. His reactions concerned him. He’d tried to forget Yugo for too long to fall into his trap again.This is so messed up. Why did I do this? Because I’m lonely and haven’t had sex in ages?
Kuon worked his mouth left and right. He had been pent up before, and Gray brought him a prostitute, yet he’d never wanted her.Why?
Yugo chuckled and sat by his side, distracting him from his thoughts. His cold fingers found Kuon’s hand and turned it palm up. “You’re bleeding. And you need a shower. Let me wash you.”
“No,” the reply left Kuon’s lips too fast.
“You don’t have to be so shy. There is nothing I haven’t seen already.”
“I’m not being shy. Yugo, what happened just now was…” He wanted to say a mistake, but his tongue refused to move. “It doesn’t mean anything. It changes nothing.”
“Okay.” A smile sounded in Yugo’s voice as the man rested his head on Kuon’s shoulder.
“I’m serious. It doesn’t mean anything,” Kuon repeated, pulling away from him.
“I got it. It means nothing,” Yugo echoed in a voice that made it clear the message wasn’t delivered. Without the support Kuon’s shoulder provided, Yugo’s body tilted and his head ended up on Kuon’s thighs.
Kuon sighed. Shoving Yugo off himself, he said, “I’m going to shower. Please, leave before I’m out.”
SITTING ON THE SOFA WITH FRESH BANDAGESwrapped around his eyes, Kuon exuded the minty smell of shower gel and a murderous aura. His black sweatpants matched his t-shirt, and Yugo caught himself thinking that he already missed his own smell on Kuon’s skin. Even if Kuon denied any meaning to the activity, Yugo counted it as a win. At least, he knew Kuon still desired him. With the smile never leaving his face, he secured the bandage at Kuon’s wrist.
“What are you still doing here? Didn’t I ask you to leave?” Kuon growled.
“Treating your wounds.” The sharp words didn’t affect Yugo as he rolled the leg of Kuon’s sweatpants up, revealing the reddened skin on his shin. Kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa, Yugo grabbed the aloe gel and squeezed some on his palm, before smearing it all over Kuon’s leg. “You can thank me later for cleaning the mess you made. By the way, the kettle and microwave are fucked.”
