Page 21 of Doubts of the Egoist (Egoist #3)

“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.

His mind slipped into the depraved zone of unbridled instinct. His blood almost boiled in his oxygen-starved veins. Angry, passionate, and aggressive, Kuon was everything Yugo remembered him to be, everything he’d missed.

He looked up, froze, staring into the boiling abyss of Kuon’s dark eyes. Conflicting emotions swirled and collided within, forming a soul-destroying maelstrom.

When Yugo was sure he’d be headbutted, Kuon opened his mouth, curved his spine, and drove his teeth into Yugo’s bottom lip. Something rubbed against Yugo’s solar plexus, hot and hard.

Pain spiked and blood filled his mouth as Yugo clamped a hand on Kuon’s ass to hold their bodies flush. With his other hand, Yugo freed his cock from the cage of his wet pants and pressed the itching tip to Kuon’s taint. An electric impulse zapped through his body, but it was Kuon who moaned.

Yugo’s cockhead found his anus and rubbed against it, increasing the pressure with each upward movement, stretching the tender skin but not yet breaching the muscle ring. Just rubbing against Kuon, driving him into the excruciating madness of unquenched desire, felt insanely euphoric.

Kuon shuddered. His spine snapped forward, forehead resting in the crook of Yugo’s neck.

A quiet, indecipherable whisper dissolved into the steam.

When he opened his mouth to ask Kuon to repeat, pain bolted through his neck as sharp teeth sank into the skin between his ear and the improvised collar.

When Kuon sucked hard, an idiotic smile tickled Yugo’s lips.

The assaulted spot throbbed with hot, nagging pain promising a juicy hematoma.

Yugo had always hated ownership marks on his body.

Besides, his lovers rarely stayed long enough for them to have a reason to leave one.

Those who did knew better. Possessive demands exhausted him too quickly, reminding him of Mio.

But the mark he had surely received tonight made him feel as if he had finally got a confession.

“I want you.” Yugo’s fingers drifted up his shaft to where his cockhead kissed Kuon’s hole. One finger slipped in with little resistance. “Good. You are still soft.”

“Shut up…” Kuon’s short nails raked along his spine, tearing off his shirt as Yugo warmed up his entrance with slow, massaging movements.

Two fingers slipped in, scissoring, opening the sphincter.

With a hiss, Kuon looked over his shoulder.

His inner muscles clenched against the intrusion as some water got inside. “No, wait…”

“Kuon,” Yugo called, making the younger man face him again. Dark brown eyes owlishly gazed at him with a mix of lust and something akin to fear. Yugo smiled at his distress. “No one is watching. Only me. I promise.”

“But… the water. It’s getting in.”

“Let it.”

A second became two, then three, before Kuon relaxed, hiding from embarrassment in the darkness of his lowered lashes and the kiss.

His body softened, allowing Yugo’s fingers and water to enter him.

A brush of a fingerpad against the prostate caused a soft moan to tickle Yugo’s tongue, making his chest ache with the need to crush this powerful body in an embrace.

Unable to hold back any longer, he let go of Kuon’s buttock and guided his cock to where his fingers were wedged deep inside.

Kuon arched back, eyes wide, mouth agape. His breath died in his throat with a low hiss, and it took him a moment to blink through the intense sensation. “Wait… No…”

“Breathe in. I’ll pull out.” Clinging to the last thread of self-control, Yugo held back the friction and slowly withdrew his fingers.

His cock still pulsing inside the ring of painfully clenching muscles, Yugo remained very still, dying with each passing second of immobility as Kuon gasped through what looked like a panic attack or pain.

Air exploded from Kuon’s lungs, and Yugo hissed, squeezed by a muscle cramp.

“Relax, or you’ll tear it off.” To help his lover with the pain, Yugo pulled Kuon’s boxers lower and wrapped his fingers around his cock, protruding from the water.

Kuon shuddered with a groan as Yugo gave it a gentle tug. Kuon’s cock pulsed, and hot, sticky ribbons shot into Yugo’s palm. When the dark-haired head lowered and brown eyes fixed on him blurrily, Yugo gawked at his messy hand and the ribbons of creamy cum coating his chest.

“Did you cum because I put it in?” Yugo asked, smearing the sticky mess between his fingers. Unable to believe his eyes, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his thumb. “Sweet. By the way, you are still hard.”

“Shut up and move already,” Kuon growled, but instead of waiting for Yugo to comply, he rocked his hips. His head rolled back, and he sank his canine tooth into his lower lip, spine moving in sensual waves.

Self-control snapped. Yugo sucked a hickey on that alluring throat while wrapping his hand around Kuon’s length again.

Under the sweet music of Kuon’s muffled moans and the dirty sounds of his hand moving up and down Kuon’s cock, his own orgasm built, swelling in his balls with every friction.

The heat and pleasure erased reality as Kuon’s gasps grew shorter, harsher.

His cock pulsed, and the painful pleasure jolted through Yugo, forcing his teeth into Kuon’s shoulder, adding yet another mark to the tormented skin.

A low growl escaped Kuon’s throat. His spine snapped forward as he accidentally headbutted Yugo’s temple, body shaking with uncontrollable pleasure.

Bright spots popped across his chest, blending with bite marks and hickeys as Kuon collapsed onto Yugo, panting through a slack mouth.

The aftershocks rolled beneath his skin, muscles spasming.

Kuon nestled his forehead into the crook of Yugo’s neck, exhaling a satisfied sigh that cooled the hot spot beneath Yugo’s ear.