Page 18 of Suffer No Fools
Tovey circled Hugo's cockhead with his tongue and pressed against the slit like he could force his way inside. Hugo had never felt anything quite like it. He was overwhelmed by every new sensation as Tovey's tongue dragged againstthe underside of his cock. Then, he hollowed his cheeks and swallowed around the head. Fuck. How was that even possible? Hugo was certain Tovey was going to choke, but he returned to swirl his tongue around Hugo's tip again and again.
Just when Hugo had gotten used to Tovey's rhythm, Stan shifted behind him, pulling Hugo's legs up and over his thighs and spreading him wide to give Tovey better access to his balls. Gods, Stan's hands felt divine, but they distracted from Tovey's talented mouth, easing Hugo back from the edge he'd been riding since they'd started touching him.
Stan ran his hands down Hugo's arms to his wrists. He drew them up and back to circle Stan's neck. Hugo tugged at the short hair at Stan's nape.
Stan grunted in his ear. "Gods, that's perfect."
Stan continued to explore Hugo's torso, slowly petting him as Tovey increased his rhythm. When Stan palmed the mound of hair above the base of Hugo's cock, Hugo accidentally thrust against him, into Tovey's mouth.
Instead of choking, Tovey moaned around him and picked up his pace.
"Oh, fuck." Hugo had been trained not to curse. He didn't do it often, but this new experience dragged the long dormant word from his mouth. Soon, he was babbling as first Tovey, then Stan, found a new place to pinch, suck, or caress to drive him wild. He tried to hang on, to enjoy the wondrous sensations coursing through him. Too soon, his balls drew up, and he felt the telltale tingling along the base of his spine.
"I'm going to come."
"Aye. You are, baby," Stan whispered in his ear. "Come for us."
Stan gripped Hugo's thighs as he trembled through his release, shooting down Tovey's throat. He felt weightless, as though his body had become pleasure itself and ceased to exist.Stan returned him to his senses by rubbing his chest and abdomen.
Hugo struggled to regain his breath while Tovey milked his cock for every drop in his balls. When he squirmed from the overstimulation, Tovey lifted off his softening cock, licking his lips.
"Your turn?" He asked Stan. "I'm already down here."
"I feel like I should return the favor," Hugo said. "I can ..." He pointed to Tovey's cock, still straining against the laces of his breeches, "while you ..."
"No, baby," Stan whispered. Gods, Hugo had no right to feel so pleased at the diminutive. "This was about taking care of you."
"You want us both to sit through dinner like this?" Tovey sounded angry, but the shy grin he gave Stan was far more truthful.
"How would you usually take care of things before dinner?" Hugo asked, wriggling from Stan's grasp until he sat beside Stan on the divan. "Show me. Or let me help?"
"Gods." Tovey sounded as desperate to come as Hugo had felt only moments before. He tugged on Stan's trousers. "Off with these. Keep the shirt on. We need to be quick."
Hugo had grown accustomed to the sounds of the galley above. He could tell when the crew assembled for meals. A few had already sat down with their trays.
Stan and Tovey both removed their pants and boots while Hugo curled himself around the pillow on the divan, watching their every move. Tovey was lithe and graceful, while Stan was solid and efficient. Hugo wasn't sure what to expect next, but he grinned as Stan returned to sit beside him.
Stan cupped his cheek before turning his attention toward Tovey, who hiked up his shirt, keeping the sleeves on but looping the hem behind his neck to keep it out of the way. He didthe same with Stan's. Then he straddled Stan's legs and gripped both of their cocks in his hand.
"Where's the oil Klaus gave you?" Tovey asked.
Hugo pointed to the sail bed. "I'll get it."
"No." Tovey grinned. "I found it."
Hugo couldn't see Tovey's air weaves, so the bottle seemed to raise itself from the bed and drift over to his hand. He poured a liberal amount into his palm, and then he smeared it between them.
"Oh, gods." Hugo had never seen anything so beautiful as the two of them fucking into Tovey's hand. They found a rhythm, slow and sensuous, and Hugo's cock rebounded quickly from watching.
"Come here." Stan motioned for Hugo to slide closer. "You can touch, if you want."
Gods, yes, Hugo wanted. He started small, just their shoulders and arms, but he grew bolder, running a hand down Tovey's smooth chest, and then petting the soft downy fur across Stan's pecs.
"Kiss me," Tovey whispered.
Hugo couldn't resist Tovey's soft smile from so near. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Tovey's neck to anchor him as he melted into Tovey's kiss. Kissing Stan had been decadent, like eating delicious cake. Kissing Tovey was more like being devoured. Stan leaned in and kissed down the side of Hugo's neck, and Stan's thick fingers circled around Hugo's cock. He moaned into Tovey's mouth.
"Fuck, you're going to make me come," Stan whispered.
