Page 158 of Reinventing Cato
“What aboutthis?” Vigge asked.
“You want me to talk about your cock?” Cato grinned.
“No more talking.”
Vigge had too much on his mind to hold a conversation. Whether he could do this, whether Cato would fit, whether he’d freak out.
Cato settled over Vigge, his knees either side of his hips. He leaned over and kissed Vigge’s forehead, landed kisses down his nose, over his mouth, chin, down his neck to his chest. Cato’s teeth settled around his nipple, and Vigge gasped, shuddering with pleasure, his fingers tightening in Cato’s hair.
When Cato’s lubed finger pressed steadily inside him, Vigge couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of his mouth. A caress of his prostate and Vigge was helpless, his body tingling, bowing under the pressure of raw pleasure.Don’t stop. Right there. Oh fuck. Yessss.His cock was leaking precome over his stomach, the crest glistening and swollen, his balls tight and aching.
“This way round?” Cato asked.
“I want to see your face.”I want you to see my face. I want you to see how much you mean to me. I want you to see the words I’m struggling to use.
The duvet was kicked all the way off, and Cato settled between Vigge’s bent legs. He closed his eyes when he felt Cato’s lubed finger back against the entrance to his body. One finger… Two and then his tongue as well.
“We need pineapple flavoured lube,” Cato said. “I did tell you.”
Vigge laughed.
“Still okay?” Cato asked.
“Just do it.”
“Push back against me.”
Vigge wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and did as Cato said.
“Open your eyes and watch.”
I can’t.
“Try.”
Vigge forced open his eyes and watched. The strain was evident on Cato’s face as he eased forward, slowly pushing into Vigge’s body. Even as Vigge felt the wordslowerform on his tongue, Cato slowed. But fraction by fraction his cock moved deeper.
“You’re so tight and hot and…” Cato gasped.
Then Cato gave one firm push and buried himself completely. Vigge felt as if it was Cato’s whole body inside him for one long moment, then he began to breathe again. Adjust, accept and enjoy.Christ.
“Okay?” Cato whispered.
“You want me to talk?”
“I need to fuck you right now.”
“There’s more?” Vigge forced a look of mock-astonishment onto his face.
“Dickhead,” Cato muttered.
Cato ground his hips against him for a moment, then started to drive into him. Vigge began to jack off and stared into Cato’s face as he felt himself rise on the way to the fall. Cato kept thrusting, rocking his hips, pulling a little way out of Vigge before driving back in. Wet skin slapped wet skin and Vigge arched up into Cato’s forward thrust. He wanted to kiss him and as if Cato read his mind, he pressed his lips to Vigge’s. Overwhelmed with pleasure, drowning in it, Vigge slipped too far over the edge to pull himself back. His balls drew up and come shot from his cock, spraying over his hand and stomach. One deep gasp, then Cato was coming too and with arms wrapped around each other, they fell together, each other’s name spilling from their lips.
And Vigge’s unspoken thought echoing in his head.Don’t leave me.
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Vigge woke to see Cato lying on his side, staring at him. The curtains were open, it was light outside and Cato was dressed.
