Page 100 of Reinventing Cato
They stumbled across the room, propelled by Vigge, still wrapped together, and landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, still joined at the mouth. Cato widened his legs and Vigge settled between them, grinding his crotch against Cato’s dick, flexing into him, rocking harder and harder until Cato worried he was going to come all over Vigge’s clothes. But he couldn’t have told him to stop. That word wasn’t going to come out, couldn’t come out.
Cato was losing his mind in the half-pleasure, half-pain of overstimulation. Vigge’s hand slipped between them, fingers fumbling with the fastenings on his trousers and when he brushed the head of Cato’s cock, Cato cried out. “Oh God. Be careful.”
Vigge’s hand tightened around Cato’s dick, pulling him back from the brink as Cato arched beneath him. Then it was more than Vigge’s hand, but his cock there too and Vigge held them both in his grip.
They shoved themselves together, cocks fucking each other, while Vigge’s fingers teased and twisted, spreading precome along their lengths. Vigge’s mouth meshed with Cato’s as their tongues mimicked their cocks. Fire ran along Cato’s veins and he battled to outrun it. He couldn’t stop moving, crying out into Vigge’s mouth, beginning to fall apart under the ferocity of what they were doing. His heart raced so fast he could hear it in his head. His lungs struggled to draw in air. Desperate to come, yet equally desperate for this to go on and on, control was lost. All he could do was surrender, let it happen, accept the fall.
When the switch tripped, he came so hard, he almost blacked out. The air locked in his lungs and his body turned inside out. Vigge had his palm around the head of his cock, catching Cato’s release.
“I can’t believe you haven’t come,” Cato said. “How did you manage that?”
“I thought about eel cake.”
Cato laughed. He grabbed a handful of tissues, gave some to Vigge then cleaned himself up.
Vigge shifted onto his side, breathing noisily. “I need to fuck you. I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He pushed himself to his feet.
“My turn to strip you.”
“Don’t take your time about it. And no touching my cock.”
Cato grinned. He started at Vigge’s feet and worked his way up, being careful not to brush his dick. The sweater came off with no problems but Cato was so keen to get him naked that he pulled Vigge’s shirt up over his head before he’d finished unbuttoning it, and Vigge got stuck.
“Oops! In my excitement, I’ve decapitated you. Don’t worry. Your important bits are fine.”
A button pinged free as Vigge wrenched off the shirt. He was laughing as he tossed it aside.
Cato stepped over to the bed, and grabbed lube and a condom from the drawer, along with a towel. “Hmm, what else do we need? Want me to break out my toys?”
“Do they include a gag?”
Cato frowned. “But you love my mouth.”
“I do. You’re enough for me. I don’t need toys.”
“Don’t worry, guys. He’ll come round to my way of thinking.” Cato dropped onto his back expecting Vigge to land next to him, but he still stood a few steps from the bed.
Cato came up on his elbows. “What’s wrong?”
“I appear to have forgotten how to walk.”
“Ah, you poor thing.” Cato got up and stood in front of him. “One foot at a time or it’s called jumping. I’ll catch you if you fall.”
“That’s my job.” Vigge pulled him into his arms and kissed him.
Kissing Vigge was like sinking deeper and deeper into warm water with no requirement to breathe. He slid his hands up Cato’s neck, pressing his thumbs into the soft skin of his throat as he cradled his head. He stroked his tongue against Cato’s then tugged his lower lip between his teeth. Cato dragged his hands down Vigge’s back and grasped his backside, fingers in the crease, holding him close, holding him tight. Somehow the urgency of sex fell away as the kiss continued. Cato felt as if he’d suddenly discovered kissing and the thought made him laugh.
Vigge nipped his lip. “What’s funny?”
“How much I love kissing you.”
The sexy rumble of Vigge’s growl made him laugh again. Maybe it was born of nerves.
“You’re nervous.” Vigge read his mind.Bastard.
Cato opened his mouth to deny it, and Vigge kissed him, moving him onto the bed as he kissed and nipped his way over Cato’s face, along the line of his jaw, his temples, cheekbones and finally his lips. Cato’s anxiety slid away.
Somehow, Vigge manoeuvred him facedown, then pressed up against him, his cock settling in the seam of Cato’s backside.
