Page 28 of Doubts of the Egoist
Yugo’s grin tickled his shoulder blade a second before his lips withdrew and a low, amused hum resounded in Kuon’s ears. With effort, he lifted his hot and thoughtless head to glance over his shoulder. The oily, wanton gaze of shameless gray eyes was once again glued to his rear. To wipe it off, Kuon grabbed theloose end of the belt hanging from Yugo’s neck and yanked.
Yugo collapsed on top of him, palms slamming down on the marble surround beside Kuon’s elbows. The drumming of Yugo’s heart echoed through Kuon’s spine, and the full-blooded erection ground against his ass. “Ahh, that’s a beautiful expression.”
Not sure what Yugo meant, Kuon glanced up. The infernal reflection from the black window stared right back at him. The scars and shadows on his upper face accentuated the raw hunger glowing in the eyes that looked like empty sockets.
Yeah, a sight to behold…A walking corpse from a nightmare.Kuon winced and flicked his attention higher to see the same yearning etched on Yugo’s face.How can he get hard at… this?
“Hmm…” Yugo’s breath warmed his temple. “Doesn’t it look like we have a captivated audience? Look, they are watching us.”
Kuon froze, gaze biting into the dark glass with new intensity.
Yugo rocked his hips, the rough fabric covering his hard cock brushing against Kuon’s crack.
“You like it, huh? Such an eager expression…” Kuon gulped as Yugo clicked his tongue, the sound too loud in a silent bathroom. “What to do… I’m getting jealous of my reflection.”
Kuon had to release the belt as Yugo pulled away, then swiped a bottle of body wash from the corner of the tub, and poured a generous amount over the small of Kuon’s back.
The silky fluid flowed down Kuon’s ass, washing away the lingering sensation of Yugo’s mouth. Goosebumps crawledup his back as it dripped from his balls. His spine writhed, and anxiety grew at the thought of someone watching them. He glanced over his shoulder. “Wait—”
“Don’t look away.” Even in the warm bath, Yugo’s fingers remained cold as they came up under Kuon’s chin and fixed his gaze back on their reflections. A demanding arm wound around his waist and guided him upright, fusing his back with Yugo’s chest. The wet shirt chafed his sides as if trying to reopen the long-healed wounds beneath the scars that spanned his ribs. Drawing figures across Kuon’s belly, Yugo’s hand inched lower. The black oval stone of his gaudy ring, glinting in the candle-like light, trapped Kuon’s eyes, spellbinding them to follow every move of the long, beautiful fingers. Playfully, Yugo plucked the waist of his boxers away to free Kuon’s reddened cock.
Without warning, the waistband snapped back and smacked the base of Kuon’s shaft.
“Fu-uck!” Kuon hissed. The unexpected, humiliating sting of pain narrowed his sensory focus to his groin. “You know what—”
“Shhh…” With a flat hand, Yugo slapped his pulsating member a few times, then rubbed a spot under the cockhead. Kuon gasped at the acute pleasure. His head rolled back, brushing against Yugo’s cheekbone. Another drop of pre-cum swelled and stretched down from the slit in a shimmering thread. “Look how thick you are. Sticky, too. Do you think we can make a spider web with this?”
Kuon glared. “No, and stop hurting me. I don’t enjoy it.”
“Liar. You’re thrusting into my hand.” In the infernal reflection, his leaking cock rubbed shamelessly against Yugo’s palm, his hips swaying back and forth.
“That’s because…” Kuon didn’t finish, not wanting to admit that seeing Yugo’s stupid face, flushed with desire, made him feel utterly giddy, and that was reason enough for him to deal with pain.
“Go on,” Yugo purred into his ear, then added, “If I had known you liked being watched, I would have told you about the cameras sooner.”
A dagger of self-consciousness twisted in Kuon’s gut. In a way, having sex in front of the mirror was exciting, but how much of what Yugo had said was just a game? For all he knew, someone could be watching them right now. More importantly, someone might have seen him stick the SIM card to the bottom of the vanity unit. He turned to the crime scene to see if any evidence was left behind, but Yugo’s fingers sank painfully below his jawline, reinstalling eye contact.
Phantom stares pierced him. Like X-rays, they made him feel exposed to the bone. On the other hand, the Black Duke looked relaxed, at ease in his domain, as if nothing was wrong. With a chuckle, Yugo released his grip. Kuon’s palms slapped against the cold marble, but his eyes never broke the hypnotic contact with their reflection.
On his knees, with his arms folded before him in a semblance of a submission pose, Kuon looked flustered and confused. In his mind, imaginary cameras watched him from every angle, and only Yugo’s broad frame hid his loins from their prying lenses. He blinked, trapped in this deranged sexual game where he didn’t know what to believe. Stopping the game would be the right thing to do, but a shallow part of his mind, corrupted by Yugo’s touch, wanted to continue.
Once again, Yugo made him do something he’d never thought of doing. Kuon didn’t know if he liked it or hated it, buthe was sure of one thing—if someone saw him hiding the SIM card, he wouldn’t last here long enough to find out.
Kuon swallowed against the lump in his throat, not bothering to hide the trepidation in his voice. “Are there cameras in the bathroom?”
A chuckle brushed Kuon’s nape. The wet heat of the tongue traced a prominent muscle in his shoulder as Yugo ground his hips against his ass once again. A pushy thumb found Kuon’s lower lip, pulled it down. “Simon says, suck my fingers as you would my cock until I’m satisfied, and then you shall find out.”
Kuon’s cheek twitched. For a moment, they stared at each other through the black reflection—Kuon with suspicion, Yugo with lively curiosity. The steam, or maybe the haze of lust, Kuon couldn’t tell, swirling around them gradually clouded the glass, making it even harder to see Yugo’s face.
He is bluffing. Who in the world would put cameras in the bathroom? Even he’s not that twisted. No one is watching.
“I missedthatlook in your eyes,” Yugo whispered. His breath hitched, his vision losing the edges to darkness as he peered into the foggy reflection. To Kuon’s credit, he didn’t look away even though he wanted to—his chin jerked to the side, hands clenched into fists.
A hesitant exhale washed over Yugo’s palm as Kuon’s lips parted, and a shy tongue slowly outlined his knuckles. White teeth caught Yugo’s finger hard enough to sting before Kuon obediently took it into his mouth. Hot and velvety, the tongue pressed from below, squeezing the forefinger and giving it a sweet suction. Yugo’s nerves sparkled. Without thinking, hepressed down, pinning the tongue with his nail before rubbing the spot.
A rush of hot air tickled the joint between Yugo’s fingers. Kuon’s teeth snapped over his knuckle, holding it in place and preventing it from moving. Deep pink crawled up Kuon’s neck as his pupils flicked down and to the side, unable to hold Yugo’s gaze.
A dog holds its master’s hand like this when it wants attention,thought Yugo.Wanting to see if Kuon’s gaze was marked by canine loyalty, he asked in a low voice, “Look at me while you’re pleasing me.”
