Page 2 of Pursuing the Egoist
So you went drinking to Rudolph’s, huh? Good boy. Were you begging for my attention?The thought lifted Yugo’s mood.
“Slut?” he called and gave the sleeping face a light slap. The young man groaned. Yugo called again, “Noah?”
Receiving no reply, Yugo bent forward, picked the boy up, and threw the motionless body over his shoulder before turning to the grand staircase.
Arms crossed over his massive chest, Greg pressed his lips. Disapproval written all over his face, he unwillingly stepped aside, letting Yugo pass. Yugo didn’t have to ask about the reason for his discontent. Greg never bothered to hide that he couldn’t stand Noah’s guts.
The burgundy stair runner bounced beneath Yugo’s soles as he carried his “trophy” to the second floor. The end window glowed with blueness, the single bright spot among the brown beech doors and vintage gold and pistachio wallpaper. Pulling the last door on the left, he entered his bedroom.
The habitual darkness swallowed him, enveloping him in the familiar scent of burnt wood and vanilla cigarettes.
Throwing the sleeping man to the bed, he turned on the night lamp. On his back, Noah moaned; his chin moved to the side, providing Yugo with a perfect view of his long neck and the row of three tiny beauty marks behind his left ear.
Yugo’s gaze lingered, slid down the length of Noah’s body, stopped at his feet. Undressing him looked like a hassle.
Maybe I should have left you downstairs…Yugo huffed, getting to Noah’s sneakers. Tossing them aside, he peeled the socks off Noah’s cold feet. Up-close, Noah stunk even worse. The reek of alcohol was diluted with a heavy mixture of sweat, cigarettes, and unfamiliar perfume. Trying to ignore the stench, Yugo undid the grotesque, tasteless buckle that resembled a spider before yanking the belt out of the loops. Unzipping the tight jeans, he pulled them down, tossed them away, and moved up to the translucent, white shirt that left nothing to the imagination. After struggling with the buttons for a brief moment, he rolled the silky fabric down the shoulders, then peeled it off the sinewy arms.
The subtlety still showed in Noah’s long limbs, slender hips, and flat stomach, but the result of hard training had already resulted in his well-defined shoulders and chest. Maturity had started tightening his jawline, adding sharpness to his features, yet he still looked somehow pure, innocent, young. The impression was deceptive as, in his nineteen years, Noah had known more men than Yugo in his thirty-five, but for some reason, that had never bothered the Black Duke.
Dragging his gaze over the sleeping form, Yugo tilted his head, wondering if he should fuck the brat then wash him or do it the other way around. Noah moaned, shifted, and spread his hips. The thin, transparent fabric of his neon-green, fish-net trunks outlined the sleeping curve of his long cock.
The thought about the unpleasant smell retreated to the corner of Yugo’s mind as desire warmed his blood. Getting on the bed on all fours, he pressed his tongue to the hollow belly button, painted a wet road up Noah’s chest, before circling a light-brown nipple. The bud hardened under his tongue, and Yugo closed his lips around it and sucked.
Noah moaned but didn’t wake up even when Yugo sunk his teeth into his shoulder and rolled him on his stomach.
“Wake up, Slut,” Yugo murmured between kisses. His lips, tracing the slender back, outlined the tattoo covering it. One inky wing sprawled over Noah’s right shoulder-blade. Going down his arm, the tattoo wrapped around his biceps, blue watercolor splashing among the feathers. On the left side, where the other wing should have been, a gory mess of feathers, blood, and broken bones glared.
Yugo had never asked for the meaning of the tattoo, as men of Noah’s age were often thoughtless. Sliding his lips down, he picked up the waistband of Noah’s trunks with his teeth, then pulled them away.
“Look what we’ve got here…” he hummed, saliva wetting the stretchy fabric in his mouth. Fingers hooking into the waistband, he tore Noah’s underwear down, revealing the round butt. “Fuck, Slut, you are so gorgeous.”
Licking his lips, he gave a perky butt cheek a hard slap just to see if Noah would wake up, but not a single muscle tensed under the sun-kissed, smooth skin.
“How much did you drink?” Yugo ran his palm over the hairless thigh and calf, then dragged it up till his fingers covered the meaty buttock. The longer he caressed the motionless body, the hotter his blood became. His face burned with excitement, as the thought of Noah waking up with his cock in his ass inflamed his mind. He already anticipated the surprised gaze, a frivolous, appreciative smile, maybe a small, put-on fight that would end with complete capitulation.
Spreading Noah’s butt cheeks apart, he tilted his head to the side, pressed a thumb to the puckered entrance, probing its softness. Tight and dry, it resisted the intrusion.
Humming his appreciation, Yugo inched closer, pressed his tongue to the small of Noah’s back, and ran it down the crease. A faint taste of sweat and soap invaded his mouth. When the tip of his tongue circled the rim of the entrance, a soft exhalation breached Noah’s lips charging the air with electricity. The unconscious reaction of the sleeping man raised thin hairs on Yugo’s arms. A pulsation, arising in the depth of his core, darkened his vision for a split second, as the strong desire to hear more corroded his blood.
With an impatient hand, he adjusted his cock in his pants before pressing his mouth to Noah’s hole again and giving it a light suction. The opening twitched beneath his lips, and a weak moan cut the silence.
Yugo chuckled. Noah’s reactions had always pleased him. No matter what he gave the brat, pain or pleasure, the boy took everything with a great deal of appreciation, which made him a nearly perfect lover.
Snaking his hand between the mattress and Noah’s hips, he felt up the fully erect cock. Hot and wet, it already soaked the bedsheet with precum.
“Drunk and horny like a pig. Do you even care who is fucking you?”
Lips brushing over the flank, he lifted the boy’s hips, carefully bent the length down until the glistening cockhead showed between his spread thighs. He lowered the hips so the cock stayed between Noah’s legs. Drawing back, Yugo froze, mesmerized. “What a pretty sight you are, Slut.”
Unable to hold back, he sunk his teeth into the round buttock. Palms kneading the cheeks, he forced them apart and dragged a wet tongue along the crease. Head lifting, he spat at the hole. As if glued, his gaze followed the trajectory of his spittle, covering the pink entrance.
Noah’s anus twitched, as if wanting to swallow the liquid, then again, and the smooth, hairless balls tightened.
Yugo’s throat dried out, he breathed, “So fucking pretty…”
Not blinking, he reached out and smeared the spittle with his thumb, rubbing it into the entrance. With small circular motions, he worked the hole softening it. Leaning on the bed on one elbow, Yugo hovered over the ass. His thumb skated down the seam, played with the creased skin of the balls before drawing a straight line toward the glossy cockhead. A soft moan cut the hush, reverberating in his ears. His vision throbbed, focusing on the clear drop of precum beading over the slit. Every cell in his body craving to taste it, Yugo lowered his face between Noah’s thighs and ran a flat tongue over the slit.
Salty sweetness spread in his mouth, messing with his mind. His cock painfully spasmed, wanting to fill the hole, and Yugo tore his belt out of the loops. Yanking the zipper open, he took his length into his palm, gave it a few strokes. Shuffling on his knees, he threw one leg over the sleeping body, plopped down onto the spread thighs.
