Page 28 of Pursuing the Egoist
In an attempt to distract Mio from what he was doing, Yugo licked the small beauty mark on the inner side of Mio’s knee as he unbuckled the ankle straps.
“No-no-o…” Mio protested, then groaned, thin muscles rolling beneath his nearly transparent skin, but he spread his legs wider.
With anyone else, Yugo’s body would have already responded to such sensitivity, but despite him finding Mio beautiful, he could never imagine fucking him. Even his “getting off” ritual before their dates was a precaution, not a necessity.
Yugo blew a long breath on the wet spot beneath Mio’s knee, then gave a light slap to the milky flesh of Mio’s buttocks. “Turn around.”
Mio rolled to his side. Cheeks crimson, he whispered, “Fuck me.”
With a bold hand, the boy reached to Yugo’s crotch, groped there, then winced. Yugo smiled.
“Why?” Mio fumed. He slipped off the bed and stomped toward the escritoire. Grabbing one candle, he stared at the label. “This shit isn’t working!”
A guttural growl broke out of his chest as he spun and threw the candle into the hearth. Despite his anger, his erection never subsided.
He faced Yugo, eyes glowing with hurt and indignation. “Why isn’t it getting up?”
Yugo patted the bed next to him. “Come.”
Huffing, Mio approached and plumped down on the bed. His arms crossed over his chest, cock still perked up. Yugo nearly laughed, finding his nephew incredibly cute.
“How long should I wait? You fuck everyone but me! Why? I’m not ugly. I’m not stupid. Why?”
Yugo ruffled his hair, enjoying the softness before the back of his hand ran down Mio’s cheek. “We talked about it.”
“And it’s stupid!” Slapping Yugo’s hand away, Mio faced him, light eyebrows squished together. “What kind of condition is that? How can I make you hard if you never let me touch you, and you refuse to hurt me? Inflicting pain turns you on, right? Let’s try.”
Yugo sighed. This was a legend Yugo came up with long ago to avoid having penetrative sex with Mio. Even years after, Mio still believed it. “Don’t be silly. I’ll never hurt you.”
“Why not?”
Because you are the son of my sister,Yugo wanted to say, but this repetitive conversation had never brought him anywhere.
“Rudolph told me about the men you pick. All slender, all young, all gorgeous. Don’t tell me I’m not your type, because it’s clearly not the case. Why them and not me?”
I’ll fucking kick Rudolph’s teeth out…Yugo thought, but said,“You know why.”
Pressing a kiss on Mio’s chin, Yugo pushed him on the bed, getting on top of him. Knees to either side of Mio’s hips, he covered the boy’s sharp collarbones with feather-light kisses, before switching his attention to Mio’s pink, perky nipples.
Mio groaned, fisting the bedsheet, anger melting away from his features. His head rolled to the side, and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes shut. His hips rocked up, and Yugo smiled against his nipple, getting the message. With a flat movement of his tongue, he licked a long trail down the sharp, prominent ribs, circled the hollow navel before kissing the thin skin stretched over his bony, narrow hips.
When his mouth closed around the pink, glossy cockhead, Mio moaned again, his breathing hastening. It took Yugo a handful of sucks before Mio’s fingers found the back of his head and fisted his hair. The boy tensed and sat up, spurting into Yugo’s mouth with a sharp exhale.
Yugo swallowed the thick, salty bitterness, wiped the corner of his mouth with a thumb, then lifted up, pressing a kiss to Mio’s forehead before pushing him back onto the pillows.
“I love you…” Mio mumbled, eyes heavy with drowsiness. “I really do… Don’t sleep with anyone else. Am I not enough? Don’t you love me?”
“You are the only person in the world I love. My only family.”
Mio winced. Yugo knew it wasn’t the answer Mio wanted to hear, but he didn’t have another one.
“At least, stay with me tonight,” Mio pouted.
“I need to finish something. I’ll be back soon. Sleep.” Yugo smiled. After drawing a blanket over the slender form, he got up from the bed, put out the candles, shielded the fireplace, then turned the night lamps off. Grabbing his jacket, he exited the bedroom.
“BOSS…” A NERVOUS,alert voice, coming from speakers, squirted irritation into Yugo’s blood.
“What is it? Did you miss me or just got tired of fucking?” Lounging on the leather couch in his office, Yugo smirked, but his knuckles whitened around the glass in his hand. “Two weeks haven’t expired yet.”
