Page 20 of Doubts of the Egoist (Egoist #3)

Mischief poured out of Yugo in waves of rollicking laughter as he slapped another swat away from his face. “So disheartening. I’m hurt. Here I thought you had feelings for me.”

Kuon flexed his shoulders, cracked his neck, and tried to look as intimidating as possible while standing on his knees in the faintly bubbling bathtub. It was especially hard to do, as he burned with a maddening mix of deranged desires.

Gah, I don’t know what I want to do more, fuck him or kill him. Maybe both? At least both would solve all my problems. Kuon shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind, then rubbed his face with both hands.

“Feelings? Who the hell are you to talk about feelings? You recorded me using the toilet, having sex, and preparing myself for… God, I don’t know what could be worse.

It’s not just fucked up, it’s a—” Kuon drew in a sharp breath, unable to say the word betrayal, even though it burned on his tongue because it seemed so damned final, clad in sounds.

He ended with a punch to Yugo’s chest and the words, “Whatever… You’re dead anyway. ”

Not even trying to play fair, Kuon plunged the edge of his palm into the top layer of water, sending a bristly wave toward Yugo.

Shielding from the splash with a raised forearm, Yugo shrank back.

Kuon lunged, the water hindering his movements as he threw short jabs into the rippling torso.

The liquid onslaught didn’t stop Yugo from dodging the combo with easy grace and an annoying grin.

He ducked away, letting the blows rip through the air.

For someone dressed in several layers and kneeling in a square bathtub, he moved inappropriately fast.

“You look ridiculous with a hard-on.” Yugo pointed to Kuon’s groin.

“Whose fault is that?” Kuon feigned a right cross, driving his left fist under Yugo’s ribs. Water splashed on the floor. With a huff, the dressed man shuffled aside.

Trying and failing to make his expression repentant, Yugo raised one palm while rubbing his ribs with the other. “Let me take responsibility for it.”

Kuon went for another attack, but his balance was off in the slippery tub. Water spilled over. His body swayed, nearly toppling into the water, but a strong arm steadied him.

“Huh?” The second Kuon regained his balance, the room blurred as his arm was yanked up and back. He blinked, finding his face hurtling toward the bathtub lip. To avoid the collision, he threw his free hand forward and grabbed the edge, steadying himself an inch away.

“Enough. If you’re not careful, you might get water in your eyes,” Yugo whispered, as his hips pressed against Kuon’s ass from behind. “I can’t let that happen. Stop fighting me, or I’ll make you stop.”

Yugo leaned over him to kiss his nape, tracing his shoulder with the tip of his tongue. His free hand outlined Kuon’s abs and snaked into his boxers to lightly stroke his painfully hard cock with the back of his middle finger. Up and down, to the frenulum and back to the balls.

Kuon tried to break free from the grip, gentle lips, and oh-so-distracting hand. “Stop.”

“Come on, it’s not a big deal.” Yugo’s voice lost its cheerfulness, and his hand stopped teasing.

“For you! You’re still dressed. And it’s not you who would be…

” Kuon froze with open mouth, struggling with the crude words stuck behind his vocal cords.

Begging to be fucked? Spreading your legs?

Taking the female role? Everything sounded awful in his head.

He groaned and tried to kick Yugo in the shin, but to no avail. “Argh!”

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 words caressed 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 out laughing 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.

His fingertips 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 hand to Kuon’s chin, thumb gliding over the hard line of his mouth once more.