Page 30 of Doubts of the Egoist
Kuon wanted to give in to the poisonous rage but couldn’t in such a position. After another moment of struggle, he hung his head, hiding in the shadows of his body. He swallowed the sour saliva and said with conviction, “I can’t believe you let someone watch us fuck. Let go.”
Yugo sighed. The grip around Kuon’s forearm released, and both arms moved to his middle. Words brushed against his neck as Yugo clarified, “No one has ever seen us fuck.”
Kuon mulled over Yugo’s words for a beat, but the suspicion didn’t abate. “Don’t lie. Someone must be monitoring the cameras; otherwise, there’s no reason for them to be here.”
Yugo shifted back to give Kuon room to turn around. When their eyes met, he reached up and brushed his thumb over Kuon’s ear.
“Only I have access to the CCTV from this side of the mansion. It’s a mere precaution.” Without waiting for Kuon to catch up, Yugo leaned in and ran his tongue over the seam of his mouth. “I’m a greedy bastard. Those recordings are for my eyes only.”
“I still hate it,” Kuon said, relaxing a bit. “Can’t you remove the cameras?”
“No, but I’ll make it up to you.” Tobacco-laced wordscaressed Kuon’s lips. “Open your mouth for me.”
Yugo waited, lips against lips, warm breaths mingling, amplifying the attraction. After a second of hesitation, Kuon closed his eyes, relaxed his jaw, and engaged in the kiss with slow, lazy flicks of his tongue. In the eucalyptus and peppermint steam, the man still tasted familiar—a little bitter, a little sweet, and addictively intoxicating. Without a thought, he fisted the wet mess of Yugo’s hair and bit his lip, extracting a low groan.
“Is the thought of someone watching us that exciting? You’ve been rock hard this whole time.” A mischievous smile curled his lips as Yugo broke away.
“I’ll punch you,” Kuon growled a paper tiger threat, but all he could do was watch Yugo snake his hand into his boxers. The wet fabric shimmered over Yugo’s fist as he slowly massaged Kuon’s cock.
“You growl, but we both know you’re eager to show the cameras how much you want me. Spread your legs and scream my name while I pleasure you.”
“Just shut up, okay?” Kuon closed his eyes, focusing on the sweet movements of Yugo’s fingers. He was so close to the edge that he could cum from the slightest stimulation.
“You sure? If I shut up, it’d be a very awkward silence.” Yugo’s hand left Kuon’s boxers. “Then maybe I should also stop touching you?”
The water stirred around Kuon’s thighs as Yugo circled him, falling out of sight. Kuon blinked, not sure what to do. He needed the physical contact back but wasn’t sure how to ask for it. Without Yugo’s warmth to cover him, he felt exposed, naked, and cold.
Seconds stretched in a thick, sticky silence, making Kuon strain his ears. The wind howled behind the window, threatening unexpected rain. Water rushed down the tub. A soft rustling of clothes mixed in, coming from behind. Kuon scowled. The more he concentrated on the sounds, the stronger Yugo’s words affected him, and the more awkward the silence grew.
SCREECH. SCREECH.Kuon flinched, glanced over his shoulder, and his jaw dropped.
A damp, crumpled cigarette hung from the corner of Yugo’s mouth as he desperately tried to light it with a dripping lighter. His palm formed a shield around it, as if the wind from outside was the reason for his fiasco.
“You’re dead.” Kuon broke the spell of maddening silence first, then lunged forward, itching to knock the cigarette out of that beautiful mouth.
Yugo burst outlaughing and dropped the cigarette. The lighter slipped out of his fingers and disappeared into the foaming water. He caught Kuon’s wrist and pulled him along into the tub, back to his chest. Water splashed, enveloping them in rich eucalyptus and peppermint steam. The scattered rafts of foam floating here and there refused to form a decent mountain, instead drifting over Kuon’s hips and hiding them from view. Yugo tried to push them aside with a flick of his knee. The foam rippled but stayed in place.
“God, I want to murder you,” Kuon admitted with a long exhale. “You are so annoying. How come no one killed you yet?”
“And I want to fuck you stupid,” Yugo murmured, unable to stop grinning. His hand slid down Kuon’s hip and looped under his thigh to force the leg into a knee-to-chest bend. Hisfingertips glided down Kuon’s shin to the still-socked foot, dove under the elastic band, and peeled it off the heel. The sock wrinkled around Kuon’s toes, its tip hanging low and dripping water. “With my cock, fingers, and tongue. Everywhere.”
Kuon swallowed, then hissed as Yugo found the pressure point on his sole and fingered it. His head bumped against Yugo’s chin in frustration, as he hissed, “All you do is talk. Do something already, or I’ll finish alone.”
The soaked silk shirt offered little grip against the slippery tub. With the weight added to Yugo’s chest, they sank an inch; the water reached Kuon’s throat. To get a foothold and keep Kuon afloat, Yugo pressed the sole of his black shoe against the edge of the tub, creating a stark contrast with the niveous porcelain. His other hand locked over Kuon’s chin as his fingers traced his mouth, wanting to be inside once more.
Even after being softened by long, sensual kisses, Kuon’s lips still felt a bit rough. Yugo pulled at his lower lip and, to his surprise, Kuon opened his mouth.
“Nmmm…” A sweet moan tore through the air as Yugo glided a finger pad over the velvety tongue and rubbed a spot in the center.
“Feels good? Your mouth has always been so sensitive… I wonder if you can cum from me playing with your tongue only. Wanna try?” Yugo whispered. Kuon’s chin tipped a fraction as uncertain fingers wound around Yugo’s wrist. “Yes? No? Not sure? Shall I choose for you?”
A long, frustrated exhale crashed against Yugo’s palm before he pulled his fingers out to draw a wet trail across the bulge of Kuon’s throat, following the gulping sound down his breastbone. He caressed his stomach before returning his handto Kuon’s chin, thumb gliding over the hard line of his mouth once more.
“Yugo…” Kuon didn’t finish, eyes fixed on the nearest camera. If a glare could disable the equipment, Yugo was sure his hard drive would be charred. “If you lied and someone’s watching, say it now because I won’t forgive—”
“Maybe just Greg, but that’s okay, right? There’s nothing he hasn’t seen.” Yugo gasped when Kuon elbowed him, knocking the air out of his lungs. His chin broke out of Yugo’s grip, and so did his foot, as he twisted around and straddled him, shins crushing down on the junctions where Yugo’s thighs met his pelvis. Eyes glowing with demonic flames, he wound the loose end of the hanging belt around his knuckles and yanked it, closing Yugo’s airway.
Wrapped in lust, Yugo thought that if he lowered his chin just a fraction and Kuon lifted his thighs, they’d sure meet at the perfect angle for a blow job. He licked his lips. His mouth filled with saliva and the anticipation of tasting Kuon’s bulge through the wet layer of boxers. Would it taste of musky arousal or shower gel? To find out, he didn’t even mind being yanked around like a dog, because Kuon was…smoking hot.
