Page 23 of Pursuing the Egoist
The woman moaned and rolled her head; her nails stabbed Leiris’ back and clawed down. Yugo flipped his attention to the next screen that showed Leiris’ profile. The detective’s expression never changed. Despite the trails of sweat sneaking down his temples, he looked calm. Yugo squinted. For a person who watched his partner with such genuine attention, Leiris seemed too controlled. As if he could stop any moment and still wear the same conscientious expression.
“Kuon…” The woman moaned, drawing Yugo’s attention to her presence. He considered turning the volume off but decided against it, wondering what kind of noise this composed detective made when cumming.
To his disappointment, Kuon didn’t utter a sound. As he orgasmed, his eyelids dropped, and a deep crease cut his forehead. His cheek brushed against hers as he rested his weight on the female’s chest. For a long moment, he remained motionless, then pulled out. With a mechanical gesture, he got rid of the condom, then gave the woman a soft smile.
What a turn off.Yugo thought, disappointed. Like in a third rate porn movie, the scene in front of his eyes had lacked in many aspects. No passion, no craving, and somehow, Yugo was sure despite all that sweat, Leiris’ pulse was even, as it came from concentration, not ardor.
Yugo grabbed the lighter again. It pleasantly cooled his fingers, draining the dying sparks of desire out of his body. The all-consuming warmth evaporated, clearing his mind. He cracked his neck, thinking that he hadn’t gotten laid in days, and that was probably the main reason for his restlessness.
Despite the thought, he didn’t touch his phone. Instead, he grabbed a cigarette and lit it up. His eyes kept staring at the relaxed back of the man, stretched over the king-sized bed.
The cigarette smoldered, and the heat licked his fingers. He crushed the butt in the ashtray, slammed his laptop closed, and strolled out of the office and into the master bedroom.
VEINS BULGING ON THE POWERFULarms, the young man imprinted his fists in the fur at either side of his knees as he knelt on the wolf pelt. The kaleidoscope of mirrors surrounding him reflected his toned body from every angle. Head bowed, he kept his gaze glued to the floor in front of him. Completely naked, with his skin glowing in the golden light, the man was splendid in his submission. Ripped muscles strained on his broad shoulders, slightly arched back, and tight stomach. Even his toes tensed around the fluffy fur as he waited for Yugo to circle him, assess him.
“Such a good boy,” Yugo murmured as he completed a whole circle and stopped in front of him. His hand flew up, and his index finger outlined the clean-shaven chin but didn’t lift it. Caressing the jawline with his fingertips, Yugo enjoyed the smoothness of the young skin, then touched the earlobe, before his palm ran through the man’s hair. Short, unruly, yet surprisingly soft.
Fisting a handful of hair, Yugo forced the man’s head back, lifting his face.
On his knees, with his lips parted in anticipation, Kuon was mesmerizing. His fingers kept crumpling the wolf fur as if by doing this, he tried to prevent himself from reaching forward and touching Yugo.
Staring into the dark eyes, heavy with arousal, Yugo swallowed. The fire of excitement licked his body, heating his skin. The need to touch what was offered overwhelmed him. Following his instincts, he cupped Kuon’s cheek. One hand tangled in his hair, the other outlined his chin. Yugo’s thumb brushed against Kuon’s lips and pulled the bottom one down, urging the younger man to flex his mouth open.
The glowing color, spreading over Kuon’s chest and shoulders, crawled up his face. Trembles of impatience ran down Kuon’s spine, making his stomach contract and his neck muscles strain.
Yugo chuckled, appreciating this honesty. He didn’t need to look down to know Kuon was already leaking. His thumb, slipping between the gates of Kuon's teeth, engaged the tongue. Compliant and warm, it responded with lazy licks. A clear drop of saliva, escaping the corner of Kuon’s mouth, ran down his chin. Yugo fought the desire to lick it off.
Instead, he unfastened his belt, tore it out of the loops, and tossed it aside. Metal clanged against the wooden floor. Still holding Kuon’s mouth in place, he undid his zipper and took his heavy cock in his hand.
A jittered breath full of anticipation crashed against Yugo’s palm. Kuon’s attention slipped lengthwise down his body and toward his member as he leaned forward, brushing his slack, wet lips against Yugo’s cock, but never daring to take it in his mouth. Breathe hastening, Kuon glanced up, seeking his permission to continue. The primal need in his dilated pupils made Yugo’s heart skip a beat before tripling in rate.
Fighting the urge to drive himself down Kuon’s throat, Yugo nodded his approval. His thumb slipped out of Kuon’s mouth and painted a wet trail over his cheek as he encouraged the man to inch closer.
Eyes training on the beading precum, Kuon lost control over his hips, and they bucked forward. His hesitant tongue lapped beneath Yugo’s cockhead, gathering the moisture. He moaned, savoring the taste. His lips teasingly nipped toward the base of Yugo’s cock, then skidded up in a long, flat movement of his hot tongue. Kuon’s hand released the fur as he clasped his own dick, pumping it with urgency.
Yugo smiled, pleased with what he saw. His hips synchronized with Kuon’s tongue as his hands fastened at the back of Kuon’s head. Sparks of energy ran under his skin, electrifying his whole being, as every flick of Kuon’s tongue grew bolder. The expression the detective granted him screamed of pleasure, as if he couldn’t get enough of the cock in his mouth, and Yugo basked in it. In this pristine desire, there was no place for controlled, calm attention. Only pure passion.
Yugo’s cock grew painfully hard. Each suction became torturous, yet he didn’t want to cum. Watching the frantic movements of Kuon’s hand, working his own cock, he craved to push the man down and chase his pleasure in the depth of his body. He wondered what kind of expression this man would have, falling apart in his arms.
Sizzling heat, rushing through his core, scalded his neck and buzzed in his cheeks. The edges of his vision pulsed with red, as a weird orgasm—long-lasting and gentle—leaked out of his cock and bubbled around Kuon’s lips.
Yeah, just like I thought…Mouth drenching with cum, soothing the last sparks of Yugo’s orgasm with gentle licks, Kuon was gorgeous. The creamy liquid streamed down Kuon’s chin, threatening to drop to the wolf fur.
Yugo clicked his tongue. With his index finger, he collected the stray drops before bringing his hand to Kuon’s lips for him to lick it clean. The pink tongue ran over his digits, and Kuon nuzzled his palm, kissing it as if thanking him for a treat.
“More…” A breath warmed Yugo’s wet palm; Kuon’s eyelashes fluttered as he lifted his face. Cheekbones aflush, lips glossy, voice shaking, Kuon demanded again, “More.”
“Such a needy boy,” Yugo murmured and bent forward, reducing the distance between them. Eagerly, impatiently, Kuon reached toward the kiss, and a tang of cum assaulted Yugo’s taste buds as their lips touched.
A low moan vibrated against Yugo’s throat as Kuon’s lazy tongue became bolder, taking the pleasure. The jerks of Kuon’s hand grew faster, more violent, announcing a brewing orgasm. Another moan broke out of his slacking mouth, and a deep crease cut Kuon’s forehead. His body shook, eyes squeezed tight, and a drop of saliva, escaping his lips, wetted Yugo’s chin. Without thinking, Yugo pushed him down, palm hitting the wolf pelt. His thigh brushed against Kuon’s deflating cock, providing painful stimulation of rough fabric against the oversensitive, exhausted flesh. Kuon shuddered, moaned, and dug his fingers in Yugo’s back, clinging to him tight.
Something chimed, again and again. Yugo groaned and sat up, blinking in the darkness. Heavy furniture and the silhouettes of tall mirrors bled through the gloom, outlining the perimeter of his bedroom. Disoriented, Yugo blinked, ran the back of his palm against his chin, then stared at the cold wetness spreading over his knuckles. Blinking again, Yugo swallowed the excessive saliva pooling in his mouth.
His phone flashed blue from the nightstand, but Yugo ignored it, becoming painfully aware of the sticky mess spreading over his dick. Kicking the blanket off, he hooked the waist of his trunks with his thumb and pulled it away. Creamy fluid spread over his dark, pubic hair; some of it had been absorbed by the fabric. Leading an active sex life, he hadn’t had a wet dream in years, but the content of his dream confused him even more.
Remembering Leiris, kneeling on the floor with his fists buried in fur, Yugo watched his cock twitch, filling with blood again.
“Seriously?” Yugo almost laughed, thinking how pathetic this was. Having a wet dream after watching CCTV of a straight guy he had never met was beyond ridiculous. “I need to get laid…”
