Page 6 of Doubts of the Egoist
His imagination reconstructed the room so vividly it was as if he’d never left and it had all happened yesterday.
He shook his head, but the image would not dissipate. Frustration flared. With a thoughtless action, Yugo had made him feel insignificant, powerless. Again.
Asshole… Fucking moron…
Kuon wanted to let the incident go, and he tried, but his anger bubbled up from deep within his core, as it often had in the past two years. Black and corrosive, it spread, poisoning hisbeing and demanding justice. He rammed his canine tooth into his lower lip so hard that a coppery taste coated his tongue, but the pain failed to cleanse his mind.
Rougher than intended, Kuon pushed the man until Yugo was on his back and under him. With his knees bracketing Yugo’s hips, he rested his palms on his clavicles, pressing the man into the mattress.
“Wow… It’s rare for you to take the initiative. It’s fucking hot,” Yugo whispered with vivid admiration, and Kuon detected a movement under him. “I want to see you.”
“Remove the blindfold, and you’ll be finishing alone.”
Catching Yugo’s hands, Kuon forced them upward and pinned them to the pillow above his head. To distract his prey, Kuon leaned in and brushed his mouth across Yugo’s chin, feeling more than hearing the stubble rasp against his skin. “Didn’t you want to play?”
Yugo huffed, relaxing. His chin lifted, giving access to his neck. He only dropped his guard for a beat, but it was more than enough for Kuon to find the handcuffs and wrap the steel around Yugo’s wrists.
“What the fuck?” The man lunged forward, but Kuon pinned him to the bed, his forehead pressed against Yugo’s cheek as his weight bore down on his chest. One hand held Yugo’s wrists still, while the other fumbled for the carabiner and secured the handcuffs to the chain dangling above.
“What’s wrong? I thought you loved chains.” Kuon panted, yielding to the madness within. He leaned forward and planted a light kiss somewhere on Yugo’s face.
Having the Black Duke pinned beneath him, spread wide,was… thrilling.
“The game won’t last forever, hm? Continue, and when I’m free, I’ll make you regret your actions.” The warning was steeped in false amicability. Metal clanged as stone-hard muscles flexed under Kuon’s hands, straining the chain. “Be reasonable. Uncuff me. Now.”
Yugo was right, no denying it; yet Kuon disregarded his warning. This dark attraction, this unfamiliar, adrenaline-fueled temptation, intrigued him. He wanted to explore more. Maybe then he would understand the Black Duke? It was worth the risk.
“I could, but I don’t want to,” he confessed in the same tone, sinking deeper into the abyss of dark, unfamiliar elation. He wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or just trying to teach Yugo a lesson, probably both. “I want to know what it feels like to be you. More than that, I wantyouto know what it feels like to beme.” When the chains clanked again, he added, “I must remind you not to be violent. If you hit me, the stitches might not hold. If you don’t want me to lose my sight forever, stay still.”
Despite Kuon’s actions,Yugo wasn’t worried yet. Annoyed, yes, but not afraid. The BDSM bed wasn’t a death trap. It was made for fun, not real torture. Unless he was sprawled out like a starfish, he reckoned he could unchain himself from almost any position, even blindfolded. The tug on his restraints proved the chain wasn’t strained. If he threw Kuon off himself and raised his hands just a little, he could probably reach the carabiner with his fingertips. Yet, he stayed still. The tiny possibility that his lover might lose his balance and hit his head kept his back glued to the sheet. Still, Kuon’s threat made his hackles rise. Gritting his teeth, he pressed the blindfold up against his biceps to uncover one eye and looked at the amateur manipulator sittingon his hips.
His anger vanished.
Golden light from the night lamp glinted off the fresh cut on Kuon’s lower lip, bathing his skin in a warm bronze hue. His fingers twitched as they sank into Yugo’s ribs, but Kuon’s bare ass sitting on his hips distracted from the pain. His powerful back was curled, shoulders hunched forward until the bones stretched the skin, like an animal ready to charge. Tight balls, dusted with dark hair, rested on the V of Yugo’s unfastened zipper. The half-erect cock, foreskin rolled back, kissed the thick vein running up Yugo’s lower abdomen.
Fuck my life…His mouth went dry.He tried to swallow, but his tongue scraped against his palate, bringing no relief. Dying for a drop of moisture, he lifted up for a kiss, but the damn chain held him back, and Kuon couldn’t see his effort to meet him halfway.
Sultry breath burned his skin as Kuon’s hot mouth pressed against his chest and glided lower, kissing, licking, biting its way to the black triangle of his pubic hair. Where Kuon paused to suck on his skin, pink spots bloomed. They were so light, as if he wasn’t sure whether more intense stimulation and hickeys would be appreciated.
Kuon was cautious, and a deep scowl beneath the plastic shields only exacerbated the air of hesitation around him. A thought broke through the heat of pure lust.Seriously, who rapes like this?
Crawling lower on all fours, Kuon huddled between Yugo’s legs. Nimble fingers hooked into the captive’s pants and peeled them down to mid-thighs. His tongue lapped over Yugo’s pubis, then carefully traced the length of his cock until reachingthe foreskin with the tip.
“You wanted to be in my mouth?” With little hesitation, the reddened lips parted, and wet heat engulfed Yugo’s crown.
The back of his head fell onto the pillow as liquid pleasure coursed through his veins, softening his body. Watching Kuon’s lips stretch around his girth felt so damn right. The drop of saliva beading at the corner of the torturous mouth beckoned, promising salvation from the maddening thirst. His vision tunneled in on it, fueling the desire to lick it off.
“Kuon,” Yugo croaked as teeth caught his foreskin and gave it a light tug. The painful sensation made him hiss. “Come up and kiss me.”
“No.”
“You proved your point. Release me.”
“Why? Are you scared of me?” Kuon murmured in a sickly-sweet voice, but his jaw bulged with pressure. He moved closer, hovering over Yugo on all fours. “Don’t be; I won’t do anything you haven’t done to me.”
Yugo’s head cooled to an icy clarity. He squinted, scanning Kuon’s face, but failed to understand his emotions. They were too… contradictory. Arousal and bitterness. Anger and hesitation. And something else, something he couldn’t quite pinpoint.
He scowled as the handcuffs pinched his skin from the inadvertent pull on the chain. He didn’t believe Kuon harbored any revenge plan. It would be too stupid, and the former detective was too terrible a liar to pull off such an act. Still, Yugo heard the truth ringing in Kuon’s voice, betraying a bitter grudge. He was angry and therefore capable of recklessness.
