Page 22 of Doubts of the Egoist
The gray eyes narrowed, and a familiar, wicked gleam settled in their depths as Yugo’s hot and smooth tongue poked between his fingers.
Kuon winced and snatched his hand away, searching for convincing words to steer the conversation back in his preferred direction.
One of Yugo’s hands left the wall toseize Kuon’s hand and press it against his own groin. When Yugo spoke again,his voice was laced with insidious notes. “I don’t want to wait. I don’t see a single reason to answer your questions but a prominent one to continue. I’m disappointed, if not outright hurt, that you don’t share my enthusiasm, and here I thought our feelings were mutual.”
Kuon snorted, heart pounding in time with the twitching of Yugo’s cock. The low voice, penetrating gaze, and provocative words—everything tantalized. For a second, he regretted the return of his vision because now, seeing this seductive, insolent smile that promised so much pleasure, he couldn’t concentrate. His semi-hard cock swelled, making him want to give in, but the feeling of being deceived didn’t abate.
“Don’t exaggerate. You can’t be pent-up. We fuck like rabbits.” He let go of the hot, hard organ, hoping to win this duel of wills. He’d learned Yugo’s tricks long ago and knew how skillfully the Black Duke could use words, touches, and kisses to distract him from his goals.
“Is that so? How come I feel starved then?” Yugo reasoned, shortening the distance between them with a subtle bend of his elbow. “Give me a good reason not to fuck you here and now.”
“I’m sore.”
“I’ll lick it better right after; before, too.”
“The doc said, no pressure on the neck.”
“Can’t see a problem. Just ride me.”
Kuon blinked, realizing his tactics were failing, so he adopted Yugo’s.
“Answer my questions now, and I’ll thank you properly later,” he teased, struggling to believe such a reckless suggestionhad left his lips. His heart, racing with excitement, pumped blood into his cock, muting his instincts for self-preservation. At this rate, he would soon be the one begging to be fucked. But damn it, he missed Yugo. He missed his eyes and reactions. He would have even agreed to the damn chains to see Yugo’s face flushed with pre-orgasmic pleasure. But he also suspected that if he didn’t pursue the answers now, Yugo would find a million reasons to avoid them later.
A cheeky smile spread across Yugo’s lips.
“Later, you will do everything I want without a peep, and now you’ll play a game with me while I answer your questions.” As if sensing his hesitation, Yugo added, “Don’t worry. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
“Don’t push it.” Kuon wanted to punch Yugo in his arrogant face. “Choose one or the other.”
“Why would I?” Thin lips curled into a triumphant smile as the back of a slender index finger traced down Kuon’s cheek, then under his chin to lift his face up for a kiss. “You want to have sex as much as I do, but I’m not the one who needs answers.”
The hand let go and returned to the wall next to Kuon’s ear.
Realizing he had not only lost the argument, but had backed himself into a corner, Kuon wet his dry lips with his tongue. “No toys. No bondage. No hard kinks.”
“There’s no way I can refuse when you just told me you prefer my body to any toy. So, do we have a deal?”
The smug, annoying grin that had never promised anything good infuriated him.
“Fine,” Kuon said before his mind could process that by agreeing to this deal he basically untied Yugo’s hands. “Let’s get this stupid game over with.”
To his surprise, Yugo stepped away. “Go take a bath, or you’ll catch a cold. I’ll take care of dinner, sort out your medicine, and join you soon. Then, we’ll play.”
“What?” Kuon scowled, not wanting to let the subject go. A part of him had hoped that the game would be easy to play and finish quickly. Now, he wasn’t so sure.
“If sex must wait, so must your questions. Don’t want to get warm my way? Go take a bath, unless you’d rather I wash and spoon-feed you for old times’ sake.”
“I’m good.” Kuon gritted his teeth, pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossed it in Yugo’s face, and stomped into the bathroom.
As the door slammed behind him, Kuon switched on the night lamp, a faint yellow light bouncing off the dark Emperador marble floor. In the middle of the room, he kicked off his remaining tennis shoe, approached the bathtub, and turned on the water.
I should have agreed to get laid. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with this…He glared at the bulge in his jeans. Still a bit pissed about the way Yugo had twisted the conversation, he shucked off his jeans but froze, holding them in his hand.
The heat slowly dissipated from his body, and his focus, once again, returned to the black box in the hidden room.
How the fuck is it private?What’s there to hide?His train of thought turned to Tobias and Yugo’s reactions to Kuon’s absence. Paranoia set in.Am I really allowed to leave, or didYugo say that simply to keep my mind at bay?
His gaze swept the room, searching for answers, but settled on the mirror instead. A muscular, scarred man with eyes better suited to a horror movie stared back. He didn’t want to look, but couldn’t stop staring. A thick knot formed in his throat, squeezing his windpipe.
