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When the door closed behind Mio’s back, Yugo blew a long breath out. “Fuck…”
The truth was, he didn’t need to work, but he wasn’t ready to meet Mio, and there was very little time to prepare.
CHAPTER 7
THE CHAIR SQUEAKED BENEATHhis back as he squirmed again, eyes squeezed tight. Emotion bubbled in his throat as his hand worked up and down.
Why the fuck do I have to do this?His cheek jerked, but the cock in his hand remained dormant. Yugo couldn’t remember the last time he masturbated, and doing this now for the single purpose of not having a fluke erection later on with Mio, made him feel insulted. Yet, he continued.
Five minutes later, he huffed and sat forward, giving his soft length a scornful look. He knew he needed to calm down, maybe watch porn, but the mere thought revolted him.
He sucked in a long breath before closing his eyes again. He imagined the last rent boy he’d fucked, but the memory was fuzzy, obscure. He tried to recall the sinful lips around his cock, but instead, his memory provided an image of a rough, weather-beaten mouth, chiseled jaw, and hollow cheeks. Subtle but very real, sparkling warmth licked his groin. Yugo couldn’t remember fucking anyone like this. Mind working, trying to remember the face, the eyes, Yugo sat forward, arousal gone.
Annoyed, he glanced at his watch. Mio must have already eaten and bathed, yet Yugo couldn’t even cum once.
“Fuck!” He cursed, put his cock away, and zipped up. He was about to get up when his glance fell on the top drawer of his desk. For a long moment, he stared at it as if seeing it for the first time, then he turned the key, unlocking it. As if hypnotized, he pulled out a pack of photographs and stared at the open face and dark, soulful eyes on the top one.
Yugo’s cock jerked in his pants, and warmth scalded his lower belly. His pupils fixed on the familiar, rough lips as he unzipped his pants again, took his blood-filled cock into his palm, and started stroking.
His pulse sped up, and a wild image of animalistic sex filled his mind. With someone like Kuon, Yugo didn’t have to be gentle, careful, considerate. He didn’t have to hold back.
An ardor of curiosity and desire scalded his cheeks as he wondered how much someone like Kuon could take before falling apart in his arms, shaking with overstimulation and pain? Would he even break? Would he submit or resist, fight back, test him? How rough could Yugo be? How violent?
He closed his eyes, sinking deeper in the brutal fantasy that smelled like sweat, blood, and sex.
IN THE SOFT, ORANGElight coming from the hearth and a set of night lamps, Mio’s pale skin sharply contrasted with the black silk linens.
On his stomach, with his long legs spread, he provided Yugo with a perfect view of his tight, hairless balls and round, milky butt. Even his prominent ribs didn’t spoil his morbid beauty. Yugo watched him a moment longer, thinking that if it was anyone else, he would instantly accept the invitation. But it was Mio.
Does he even know what kind of impression he causes?Yugo sighed, wanting to cover Mio’s nudity. Looking at Mio’s naked body when he offered himself like this had always made him feel wrong, uncomfortable.
To distract himself, he glanced sideward to the fireplace. An unfamiliar, sweet scent, diluted with the rich mixture of fire and pine, washed over him. Yugo guessed if it was Mio’s new cologne, but he lost the thought as the air grew too hot for him to bear. He wondered if Mio would mind him shielding the fire. “Did you warm up?”
“Yeah, a bit,” Mio croaked, voice thick with desire.
A bit…Resigning to suffer the heat, Yugo shook off his jacket and threw it over the armrest of his ostrich chair when the sweet scent he couldn’t identify reappeared, too vivid to be cologne. Yugo instinctively looked around for the cause, then gawked as he found it. Fighting his twitching smile, he stared at a set of lit candles on top of the carved, wooden escritoire. Square ‘sex pheromone’ labels were attached to each.
Mio squirmed on the bed, refusing to face him, but his ears glowed red.
Swallowing a wave of laughter, Yugo approached the bed, sat next to the sprawled boy, then rubbed his back.
A shudder ran down Mio’s body as he slowly turned his face. Eyes, heavy and dark with lust, he watched Yugo with a needy, begging expression. His lips gained color, so did his face, as he breathed, “Fuck me.”
He lifted his upper body, grabbed a chain hanging alongside the front bed pillar, and offered it to Yugo.
“Use it.” He pushed harder. “I want to try something different.”
Yugo glanced at the foot of the bed. Mio’s legs were already secured with another set of chains, loosely connected to the bed.
“Mio, you know you can’t.”
“Yes, I can.” Mio scooted up on his knees, chains jiggling. A wet spot marred the sheets where his cock had touched the linens. “Do it with me. You can hurt me if you want. I can handle it. I had my transfusion a few hours ago; I’ll be fine.”
That’s not the case…Yugo wanted to say but couldn’t as by doing so he could ruin the only excuse he had to avoid having sex with Mio. Before his nephew could say anything else or start crying, Yugo leaned forward and silenced him with a kiss. His hands caressed smooth skin, checking Mio’s body temperature. Mio didn’t lie; his body glowed with heat, raising Yugo’s concern about a fever developing.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss, then brushed the hair away from Mio’s face. Panting, Mio swallowed, then licked his lips. His hips bucked, and a clear drop leaked out of his pink cock, slightly curved in the shaft.
Yugo pushed the boy onto the sheet, face down. His lips pressed to Mio’s nape, trailed down his spine, concentrated on his buttocks before moving lower, to Mio’s inner thighs. Yugo kept his eyes open, looking for bruises or hot spots, but to his relief, Mio’s skin was clear-white and evenly warm.
