Page 18 of Doubts of the Egoist (Egoist #3)

Water streamed from Yugo’s chin. The white silk shirt became translucent, revealing his skin and erect, dark nipples.

With a low growl, he pounced. A jolt of pain shot through Kuon’s biceps, as strong fingers dug into them.

Their teeth clashed in an angry kiss, and a knee pushed Kuon’s legs apart to make room for powerful hips.

Kuon didn’t mind the roughness. In fact, he welcomed it as the satisfaction of this small victory—or perhaps defeat, he couldn’t tell—swelled in his chest. His fingers tangled in Yugo’s shirt, ripping the fabric apart.

The pearlescent buttons tore off and sank into the water, drifting over his stomach and tickling his sides.

With blind desperation, Kuon ran his hands over the hard torso in front of him, eager to explore it again by touch.

His mouth stole the air from Yugo’s lungs, but it only made him dizzier.

“You’re lucky you’re not supposed to get your eyes wet,” Yugo uttered mid-kiss. “I’m dying to dunk you.”

Impatient hands squeezed his buttocks, forcing Kuon to lift. His boxers tightened as Yugo clenched the wet cloth and pulled, causing it to bite into Kuon’s hips. The muffled ripping sound joined the rumbling water and his hiss.

Kuon’s mind went blank. His senses narrowed to the barely tepid water assaulting his hidden places.

“Why is the water so cold?” Yugo pulled his hand away from Kuon’s ass and turned the lever.

The water warmed, but Kuon only winced, craving a different kind of heat.

Burning with lust, he battled with Yugo’s buckle and pulled the belt free.

The wet leather slid from the belt loops and hung in his hand.

“You ruined my clothes. What should I do with you?”

Instead of answering, Kuon nibbled at Yugo’s chin, eliciting a gasp from the thin lips. Kuon felt drunk and giddy. After months of blindness, seeing Yugo’s flushed face was like tasting forbidden fruit—sinful yet powerful.

His clumsy fingers wrapped the wet belt around Yugo’s neck and pulled it tight.

Kuon blinked, admiring his work. Stark against the olive skin, the black belt looked like a collar on a beast. An aggressive, dangerous but still leashed, domesticated beast—growling, snarling, yet eagerly licking its master’s hands. The wild thought aroused.

“Now that I think about it, you’d make a good dog,” Kuon hummed as their earlier conversation drifted through his mind.

Yugo’s eyes widened. Kuon laughed, realizing he’d said it out loud, and to hide his embarrassment, he pulled the loose end of the leash.

The black leather sank into the olive skin, drawing Yugo back into the kiss.

His free hand tugged at Yugo’s fly as a one-day stubble scraped Kuon’s chin. The wet zipper slider caught on each tooth, coming undone with effort.

“So, it turns you on, huh? Then we shall breed like dogs. Turn around,” Yugo ordered as soon as the kiss broke.

For a long moment, they studied each other in breathless silence.

Kuon didn’t want to change position. Why should he, when he could finally see Yugo?

But a hand slipping under his back urged him up. “Come on. Don’t spoil my fun.”

His knees slid apart on the smooth tub bottom when Yugo wedged a knee between them.

The water reached up to his crotch and stirred the hairs on his balls, distracting him.

To keep his balance, Kuon had to rest his forearms on the marble surround.

His eyes settled on the silhouette of the forest bleeding into the black sky behind the window and their own reflection trapped in the dark glass.

The air assaulting his wet skin made him painfully aware of the torn fabric on his crack.

Yugo’s wandering, almost palpable gaze bothered yet ignited him.

Kuon cast a nervous glance over his shoulder.

On his knees, in the torn white shirt that clung to him like a second skin and the black belt around his neck, Yugo looked wild.

Hungry, too, as he shamelessly explored Kuon’s ass through the wet strands of his inky, free-falling hair.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Yugo echoed Kuon’s thoughts as he wiped a trembling drop off his brow with the back of his hand and bent down.

The tip of his tongue circled Kuon’s asshole before trailing over it in a long, sensual lick.

Kuon hissed and lowered his hips, trying to get away from the embarrassing attention, but the word spoken in a low voice made him freeze. “Stay.”

A domineering palm landed on the small of Kuon’s back, pressing hard.

The wet heat rolled over his taint in agonizingly slow, endless circles.

The place between his balls and anus burned under the relentless attention of Yugo’s skilled mouth.

Scalding. Teasing. Torturing. Lick after lick, the eager tongue probed its way inside, stretching the tender inner walls, still pliant and sore from the previous night.

With a shaky breath, Kuon embraced his shame and fate. His forehead lay on his folded forearms as his burning cheek rested on the edge. But even the cold marble couldn’t chill the toxic fire of embarrassment and lust raging in his blood.

“Ahhh…”

“Hmmm. So sensitive today, why?” Yugo murmured. A hand snuck under the torn boxers and cupped Kuon’s cock, smearing the pre-cum between his fingers and rubbing it back into the slit. “I’ve barely touched you, but you’re already leaking.”

Kuon’s eyelids grew heavy. His senses latched onto the soft sounds of Yugo’s voice and the warm breath cooling the damp skin of his taint. When he couldn’t shape his soft groans into words, a hard slap stung his ass cheek.

Yugo chuckled, then purred, “Don’t ignore me.”

“What the…” Kuon jerked and growled, not wanting to admit that the pain heightened his sensations, but also distanced him from the mindless pleasure.

The tongue drilling deeper into him irritated more than pleased because it couldn’t reach the pulsating spot inside.

Still, he gathered his thoughts and answered, “Maybe because you kept touching me but never finished? Also, the way you watch me makes me feel… weird. It was easier when I couldn’t see. Don’t stare like that.”

“Weird how?” Yugo asked between eager licks. The tip of the shameless tongue slowed over his hole, swirling around it to slide up the crack and along his spine, counting his vertebrae. Kuon’s overstrained nerves vibrated. His nails dug into his palms, but the pain only made things worse.

After a long pause, Kuon confessed, “Nervous…”

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 the loose 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 crawled up 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.”