Page 2 of Doubts of the Egoist (Egoist #3)

“Hmmm…” Humoring Yugo didn’t seem so bad anymore, especially if it ended in their mutual satisfaction.

Besides, he skipped breakfast today, and even though he hated to admit it, Yugo was right.

In order to take his meds, he needed food.

To keep up with his lover’s sexual stamina, he needed food even more.

After a brief mental battle between pride and common sense, he opened his mouth, expecting a piece of meat to land on his tongue.

Instead, heated words filled his mouth. “You look delicious.”

A hot tongue broke through his lips, brushed over his teeth.

An electric impulse shot down Kuon’s spine, recharging his flagging erection.

He huffed and shoved Yugo’s face away with his hand, annoyance spiking at the prospect of being teased for hours, but so did his curiosity. “Didn’t you say we should eat?”

“I did, but I’d rather devour you.”

A sharp canine tooth caught his bottom lip. Kuon flinched as the pain surged and dissipated a second before Yugo let go. In a heartbeat, warmth washed over him, and the tantalizing smell of meat intensified.

“Open up.”

Kuon cringed as a piece of meat smeared his chin and lips, then the fork finally found his mouth. Warm and tender, the lamb almost melted on his tongue.

“What a shame, you got all dirty…”

Iron fingers seized Kuon’s chin, forcing his face to the side, and a warm tongue brushed over his lips as Yugo cleaned the grease like an ill-mannered dog.

“Come on.” Kuon turned away, fighting the urge to wipe his face on his forearm, suspecting it would only lead to more slobbering.

A small chuckle tickled his temple before another kiss branded his lips. Cold liquid squirted into his mouth, spreading a sour tang. A tongue chilled by drink licked the inside of his mouth, letting him taste red wine spiced with oregano and burned wood before pulling away.

Kuon’s head whirled, thoughts lost. The kiss broke too soon for him to get drunk on it. Frustrated, he wiped the wetness off his lips with the back of his hand, then found Yugo’s forearm, clenched the shirt there. “What are you doing? I can’t have alcohol. It’ll mess with my meds.”

“It won’t. It’s been more than twenty-four hours since the surgery. The doc said half a glass wouldn’t hurt.” A piece of meat smeared grease over his cheek and pressed to his lips once more.

“C-cut it out,” Kuon snapped, but the food entering his mouth silenced him.

A shameless tongue lapped over his cheek, and Yugo’s icy hand secured his nape.

A thumb drew slow circles on the tender skin beneath his ear.

Chewing and swallowing became impossible as his throat dried up.

Angered by the ambiguous rules of the game, he shoved Yugo’s face away with his palm.

He didn’t want to get even more aroused only to endure another cold shower. “Yugo, stop, or you’ll have to finish.”

“I love it when you call my name. Even with your mouth full of food, I want to stick my cock deep down your throat and feed you something better.”

Kuon choked on a bite.

“What’s wrong with you?” he croaked, bumping his chest with his fist. Not waiting for an answer, he leaped away from the table. With his hand, he wiped the traces of grease and saliva from his face, then swallowed and gasped for air. “Are you trying to kill me or what?”

“Kuon, I didn’t finish. Get your ass back over here.” The deep, honey-toned baritone oozed lazy threat.

“Nah, I’m full.”

“I’m serious. Your sight will return soon, and you won’t need my help anymore. So…” A slapping sound indicated that Yugo patted the seat next to him. “Don’t make me get up, because believe me, I’ll enjoy it, too. Whether you like it or not, I’ll make you very dirty, before I lick you clean.”

The midday heat melted seconds of silence and filled the room with a miasma of tension.

Kuon wasn’t sure how much time had passed or whether it was the promise or threat that set his body in motion.

In the pulsating darkness, he took a first step toward the dining table, offering himself as the main course at Yugo’s cannibalistic feast.

His outstretched hand landed on the tablecloth, slipping along, as his foot searched for a path. But no sooner had he found the chair and lowered himself into it than another piece of meat collided with his lips and slid down his neck.

“Oh, come on!” A wolfish lick wet his face.

Something clattered, and strong arms closed around his back, snaking under the waist of his jeans.

The warmth emanating from the man brought every cell of Kuon’s body to attention.

He’d thought he was sitting at the table.

If so, how could Yugo be right in front of him? That disoriented him.

“What happened to the doctor’s orders?” Kuon rasped to hide his confusion and elation.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Yugo’s nose brushed against Kuon’s temple, slid along his cheek, and traced his throat as he inhaled his scent.

The ticklish sensation turned into a burning one as Yugo tugged at the collar of Kuon’s T-shirt and planted a sucking kiss on his collarbone.

Warm lips ventured down his chest over the fabric as Yugo…

dropped to his knees? Hot breath warmed Kuon’s belly.

The button on his jeans was pulled and came undone.

This confused him even more because these cold hands were still on his body, making Kuon wonder if Yugo undid it with his teeth.

His hand darted forward to land on the top of Yugo’s head, fingers tangled in his slicked-back hair. Tiny vibrations echoed through Yugo’s skull and into his fingertips, perfectly synchronized with the ticking in his groin as the zipper came undone, tooth by tooth.

Fuck me… Kuon’s cock tensed painfully under another layer of restricting clothing as his imagination completed the scene.

Raw hunger watching him from the depths of the gunmetal eyes…

arousal darkening Yugo’s skin… strong, white teeth pulling at the zipper.

In this deceptive submission, Yugo’s solid frame radiated the dangerous aura of an apex predator.

The knot of lust tightened in his stomach, shifting his focus to his painfully hard cock. He expected a touch, but when Yugo’s head dipped lower and fingers crawled closer together, narrowing in on Kuon’s crack, he tensed.

“Wait—wait—wait… I haven’t showered yet; just give me a few minutes.” Kuon fisted Yugo’s hair to force his head away, but his own knees got pushed apart.

Ignoring the plea and the pain tearing at his scalp, Yugo pulled his hands out of Kuon’s jeans and slid them under his buttocks. Kuon’s legs spread wider as Yugo forced himself between them and lifted him up.

Kuon let go of Yugo’s hair and clutched at his shoulders, sensing the vibrations coursing through the stone-hard muscles.

Darkness swirled, and Kuon’s ass landed on something hard.

His butt cheek felt funny. He lifted up on one hip, and porcelain clinked against what he thought was the table.

The minty smell intensified as something warm and liquid soaked through the denim. He cringed. “Fuck… Gravy?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll lick it clean.”

Having his ass wet was a massive turn-off. Kuon gritted his teeth. “That’s not the point! Why the fuck are you so pushy?”

“Because you love me that way,” Yugo murmured, and his teeth sank into Kuon’s collarbone, sobering him up.

Whatever he felt for the man, he wasn’t ready to name it and didn’t appreciate the Black Duke putting such important words into his mouth.

Thinking about their relationship had always provoked a headache, so he avoided it.

It was too confusing, lacking certainty, trust, and knowledge, and his life was already complicated enough to risk making it even more so.

Years had passed, but Kuon remained unsure of the origin of the power Yugo held over him.

He didn’t know where his thirst for this man’s touch came from, and he didn’t want to care.

All he wanted was to live in the moment, to feel and enjoy.

The here and now was good enough. Still, he knew one thing—if Yugo started to name his feelings for him, he might just believe him.

He couldn’t let that happen, so he said as clearly as he could, “I’ve never said I love you. ”

“Why else would you be here?” Yugo’s hands abandoned Kuon’s body, as did his lips. “That’s okay; I’ll wait until you’re ready to confess.”

Cocky bastard… Kuon’s cheek twitched. His appetite vanished.

He was about to slip off the table when cool hands cupped his face.

Soft lips covered his, and a fresh portion of wine flooded his mouth.

He gulped, spilling a few drops, but the greedy tongue instantly licked them off.

Yugo’s mouth traced Kuon’s jaw, nipping at his throat.

The burning intoxication spread from Kuon’s stomach to his fingertips and toes. He felt drunk after a few sips, and Yugo’s omnipresent tongue only fueled his fervor.

Fuck food, fuck everything, he thought, realizing that feeding time was over anyway. Ignoring the cold, wet spot on his ass, he stood up, ripped off his t-shirt, and threw it aside. “I’ll kill you if you stop now.”

A hoarse exhale reached his ears. A chair squeaked and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Their chests bumped; hot arms wound around his waist.

Kuon took a step back, allowing Yugo to guide him away from the table. His calves hit something soft, and gravity pulled him down. The contact with cold silk sheets tore a gasp from his lungs before the weight of another body pinned him to the mattress.

Yugo’s head was hot, heavy, and thoughtless. Despite their last night together, he could hardly believe Kuon was in his arms again. Willingly.