Page 6 of Pursuing the Egoist
Yugo frowned. The afterglow of euphoria morphed into light concern. Usually, after impact play, Noah needed physical contact to fall asleep. Right now, he didn’t express any wish to be closer to Yugo than he already was.
“Tell me.”
A deep sigh broke out of Noah’s chest; he lifted his head. Pearlescent gaze fixing on Yugo, he rasped, “I have claustrophobia.”
“Fuck, Slut…” Yugo rushed to unlock the cuff, took Noah’s hand into his palms, then rubbed it to start the blood circulation. When the hand warmed in his palms, he did the same with Noah’s ankles. Anger rising, he asked, “Didn’t you think it’s something worth mentioning?”
Noah shrugged, pulled his foot out from Yugo’s grasp, and tried to get up. Knees shaking, he lost his balance and flopped down onto the sheet.
“Where are you going?” Yugo asked.
“Shower. Your cum is leaking out, and the sheets are wet and sticky.” Cold, indifferent words fell from Noah’s pale lips, but he didn’t attempt to get up again.
Yugo tsked, mildly annoyed with Noah’s distancing demeanor. It wasn’t the first time the boy had acted aloof after sex; nevertheless, it never failed to irritate Yugo. Tearing his filthy shirt off himself, he tossed it aside, kicked off his shoes then removed his socks. In his pants only, he shuffled up the bed and grabbed a cigarette pack and a lighter from the nightstand. Shoving a smoke between his dry lips, he lit it up. When the first aromatic cloud filled his mouth with sweet bitterness, he offered the cigarette to Noah. “Go ahead. It will help you relax.”
Slender fingers with bluish nails slowly accepted the smoke; Noah took a long drag. He rested his cheek on the bed, settling his questioning gaze at Yugo.
“If you’re waiting for an apology, that’s not gonna happen,” Yugo said. “You weren’t supposed to enjoy it. It was a punishment. And it’s your own fault for not telling me about your phobia sooner.”
“Oh, I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it?” Noah faked surprise, voice ringing with a bitter mix of irritation and mockery. “Well, you failed, big time.”
“Did I?” Mixing a warning into his honeyed tone, Yugo murmured, “Shall I try again?”
A wince broke through the mask of dispassion; Noah wiped his face against the bedsheet. “Maybe some other time, without restraints.”
“Noah, listen–”
“Oh, you remember my name? Such an honor.” Noah rose on his elbows. With the cigarette squeezed between his fingers, he slammed his palm against his chest, giving Yugo a parody of a bow. Ash fell from the cigarette tip onto the gray silk.
“I gather that you are upset, but that’s enough.” Yugo’s voice hardened, Noah lowered his gaze. “Do you want me to wipe you?”
Noah shook his head and took another drag. His shoulders relaxed as he blew a white cloud out of his nostrils. Watching the boy smoke for a minute longer, Yugo clambered off the bed to fetch a clean towel from the bathroom, then soaked it with rubbing alcohol he found in the bathroom cabinet. Noah’s eyes shot open when Yugo kneeled by his side, pressing the cool cloth to his glowing ass to treat the bruises.
“Motherfucker!” A shout sliced the quiet.
Yugo grinned. “Feeling better, I suppose?”
Noah growled, crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, then rolled off the bed. Approaching the small coffee table opposite the bed, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from it, unscrewed the lid, and took a few gulps. For someone whose ass was painted in red and blue, he moved around with an easy grace as if the pain didn’t bother him at all, even though Yugo knew it must have.
“Put the bottle down,” Yugo ordered, tossing the cloth aside. The towel hit the floor with a soggy, loud slap. “If you are in pain, I’ll give you a painkiller.”
Glass clanged when Noah returned the bottle to the table. Despite the vexation broadcast in every gesture, he faced Yugo with a blank, well-controlled expression. “Yugo… Who were you thinking about while you were fucking me?”
Fuck…Under the penetrating gaze of pale-blue eyes, Yugo sighed, cracked his neck, and lit up another cigarette. “Was it so obvious?”
A single, slow nod was the only answer Yugo received.
Twizzling the cigarette between his fingers, Yugo replayed the bed scene in his head, observing his own behavior.Of course, it was obvious for an attention slut like Noah.After debating for a moment if he should tell him the truth, Yugo said, “Someone dead. You really shouldn’t think much about it.”
The atmosphere in the room changed. The primitive hostility, hanging in the air only a moment ago, evaporated as confusion took over.
“Okay, I won’t.” The dull voice lacked the former strength as if Noah wasn’t sure how to behave around Yugo anymore. His gaze searched the ceiling before fixing on the man again. “Can I ask for a favor?”
“Go ahead.”
Wounded pride written over the beautiful face, Noah drawled, carefully selecting his words, “No matter how much I enjoyed being raped in someone’s stead, if you need a substitute in the future, please look someplace else. It might be hard to believe, but even I have pride. Please, only look for me if it’s really me you want to rape.”
“What rape, Slut? You came three times.” Yugo offered a conciliatory smile.
