Page 57 of Obsession of the Egoist
“No, stop!” Kuon’s voice vibrated with desperation, but the scorching lips only sped up. “Wait-wait-wait-wait! Ahh…”
A white flash blazed through Kuon’s darkness as a powerful electric discharge shot through his core. His stomach tensed, hips rocked in the air, and hot liquid spurted all over his chest and stomach.
“Wow!” Yugo’s breath chilled Kuon’s wet ass. “I only licked your hole, and you instantly came. You really didn’t touch yourself much, huh?” Yugo murmured, pulling back. Cool fingers pressing to Kuon’s chest smeared the sticky substance over his heated skin. “So thick…”
Shuffling up, Yugo pressed a flat tongue to the base of Kuon’s cock and licked a path up to his stomach, cleaning him up.
THE TANGY TASTE IGNITED YUGO’S LUST.
“Shut up.” Turning his face away, Kuon covered his mouth with his forearm. The darkness hid his expression.
The painful need to see more infected Yugo’s mind. The rare flashes of lightning weren’t nearly enough to provide Yugo with the whole picture. Reaching out to the switch, he turned the lights on.
Kuon jolted from the low click, blood draining from his face.
“No. Turn it off.” His voice weak, when his palm slapped the plastic rail of the bed searching for the switch. The line of his mouth, soft a moment ago, twisted in a painful grimace.
Yugo sat back on his haunches as his eyes took in the picture. Kuon’s chest, smooth two years ago, was covered with ragged welts of healed wounds and grooves from what looked like shell splinters. Yugo’s mouth went dry as he trailed the bullet hole on the right side of Kuon’s chest, beneath the collarbone. Painfully familiar, it felt weird under his fingertips, as if it still throbbed with ugly memory. Yugo blinked, switching his attention to the other marks, the ones he never knew existed. A raised scar from a stitched wound glowed with never faded red on Kuon’s left shoulder. Another one from a bullet marred his right biceps. A long, thin scar from what looked like a knife stretched from his right side to his lower belly, and a spider web of a weird, red scar decorated his left side, above the hip. Yugo hated them all. He felt robbed, cheated, as he didn’t even know they existed. His eyes burned from the dry air as he couldn’t stop staring.
Kuon slapped Yugo’s hand away from his chest and plastered a fake smile on his face. “Not what you expected, huh? Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not all that pretty anymore.”
He tried to sit up, but Yugo pushed him back.
“You fool. I gave you freedom and look what you did with it? How dare you let someone else maim you when you already belong to me?” Anger flooded Yugo’s chest. “Remember well; no one can stain your body but me. You hear?”
Slanting forward, Yugo sunk his teeth into Kuon’s shoulder and sucked on the beading blood. Kuon jerked, hissed, and tried to push him away. “Hurts…”
“Of course, it hurts. I’m going to make your scars raw and let them skin over with my marks.” Giving the fresh bite a long lick, Yugo sunk his teeth into the bleeding flesh again.
“So fucking selfish…” Kuon sucked a sharp breath, but this time he didn’t push the man away.
Red hickeys bloomed all over Kuon’s chest by the time Yugo’s mouth skidded down to his hip bone. Spreading his legs wider, Kuon turned his face away. His semi-hard cock clung to his stomach. A trail of dark hair stretched from his pubis to his crotch, where his balls tightened with renewing desire.
Tearing his mouth away, Yugo peeled his torn shirt from his shoulders, then kicked off his shoes. The belt flopped in the air as he tore it out of the loops and undid his pants.
“Can you turn off the lights? I feel weird because I’m the only one who can’t see.” Kuon licked his lips, goosebumps prickling the skin on his arms and legs.
“No fucking way…” With his elbow against the pillow, Yugo breathed, attacking his mouth with a painful, biting kiss. His free hand slipped down Kuon’s stomach, fondled his hot balls, before inching down to the crack. Giving a light massage to the tight entrance, he forced a single knuckle in.
A shaky inhale vibrated throughout Kuon’s body as his head whipped to the side. An agonizing curl of his lips revealed his clenched teeth.
“So fucking tight…” Yugo’s vision throbbed in rhythm with his drumming heart. “Have you played with yourself here?”
“No…” Kuon’s stomach convulsed, beading with perspiration, as Yugo’s finger slipped into the warm insides. “Yugo, I can’t. I haven’t… not since you.”
A tsunami of blood slammed into Yugo’s head, as Kuon’s words obliterated his self-control and sent an impatient tremor down his limbs. Without thinking, he shoved another finger into the tight hotness of Kuon’s body and muffled the pained groan with a kiss. He licked the slick teeth, played with the bottom lip, before snaking his tongue into Kuon’s mouth. Gentle and lazy, Kuon’s tongue barely reacted to his kiss, as painful breathing quivered at the back of his throat.
So fucking hot.For a moment, Yugo was sure he would cum before he got inside. Breaking the kiss, he hissed, “Shit.”
Lips tasting salt from the side of Kuon’s face, he withdrew his fingers. Spreading Kuon’s thighs apart with his knees, he pushed his hips forward, rubbing the rough fabric of his pants against Kuon’s erection. His cock, painfully hard, twitched under two layers of clothes. “I don’t think I can hold back. Give me your hand.”
Not waiting for the reply, Yugo grabbed Kuon’s palm and guided it into his pants. Fingers, tangling in his pubic hair, wrapped around his length. Using his other hand, Kuon tugged onto Yugo’s pants.
“Take them off…” Kuon’s impatient whisper inflamed Yugo’s ear. Hooking his thumb in his waistband, Yugo pushed his pants down. Their cocks collided, and the first drop of precum rolled out of Yugo’s slit.
“Fuck…” Yugo managed through the red heat of arousal. His fingers, wrapping around Kuon’s hand, increased the pressure over their joined cocks and set the rhythm. His thumb, circling their crowns rubbed Kuon’s slit, and he pushed his nail inside. A suppressed moan escaped Kuon’s throat as the fingers of his free hand sunk into Yugo’s butt cheek.
“You belong to me. You better remember this well,” Yugo whispered, chasing after Kuon’s Adam’s apple with his mouth. His impatience grew as he remembered how beautifully Kuon’s pupils used to dilate with pleasure, bleeding into the dark brown irises. His heart constricted as he wanted to tear the eye shields off Kuon’s face to see his heavy lids, hooded with lust.
