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Soo I bring you my latest update, I must warn you though it might be a bit intense. LOL
They kissed this time more intense and vivid. Their tongues flicked and swirled, each movement bringing new pleasure. The air immediately became damp and hot from the steamy breaths they let go.
"Cato, untie me." Peeta asked, breaking the kiss as he gasped for air.
"What? No." Cato bluntly replied before he placed several kisses on Peeta's neck. His hands were already undoing the jacket on his waist. "I can't do that. I'm sorry." He smiled laughingly as he took off his shirt revealing his well toned chest. He played Peeta's neck, placing butterfly kisses and gently sucking at them.
"Seriously? You're going to leave me all tied up?" Peeta asked again, moaning through hot breaths. Cato was doing an amazing job with making him feel that way. "Oh god, keep doing that." He gasped throwing back his head in ecstasy.
"Yeah, seriously." He said in reply as he took out his knife and expertly cut through Peeta's shirt. He hugged him tightly, their sweaty bodies colliding against each other. Grinding his hips against Peeta's as he kissed him with fervour.
Peeta was obviously at a disadvantage with his arms and legs tied up. His mind was going hazy and all he could think about was the things Cato was going to do to him. He never realized but by that time, his erection was hurting and his pants were getting really tight all of a sudden.
Before Peeta even knew it Cato had broke the kiss and was already unbuttoning his jeans. Surprisingly, Cato wasn't wearing any undies and this proved too erotic for Peeta who was flushing like a helpless maiden.
"Oh, you like what you see?" Cato teased, cocking an eyebrow at him. He was at least 9" or so with glistening pre-cum beaded at the tip. Peeta was definitely turned on; his pants seemed to get even tighter than before.
"Cato, untie me please." He pleaded "Please." Peeta wanted to get down not because he's wrists already hurt but because he didn't want Cato to do all the work for him.
"Peeta I can't. Just trust me alright?" Cato reassured him before he went down on his knees and started to unbutton Peeta's pants. Peeta's wasn't that bad at all; it had to be an 8" and was practically harder than a rock.
Without any warning Cato trailed kiss along the shaft before he engulfed the whole thing in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down effortlessly, gaining the most sexiest reactions from Peeta. Peeta was moaning from the intense pleasure that was spreading out to his body.
"C-Cato stop." He moaned writhing in sheer pleasure driving him closer to the edge. "Cato~! Please I-I'm coming..."
Cato stopped bobbing and went up to kiss the shaking Peeta. "Go ahead, I want to taste you. Don't hold it in." He encouraged genuinely before he knelt down and looked Peeta in the eyes. "For me okay?"
Cato then slowly slid Peeta's cock into his throat going in as deep as he can without breaking eye contact. Peeta was already trembling; he was so close he felt like he'd faint.
"Cato I can't.. I-I can't h-hold…" Peeta stuttered as he threw his head back.
Cato bobbed faster than he did, lashing out his tongue on the underside of the shaft. He moaned through Peeta's cock causing pleasurable vibrations sending him to the edge.
"Catoo!" Peeta moaned, as he spurted out waves of cum.
Cato didn't waste a single drop and he swallowed all of it smiling. He went up and passionately kissed Peeta making him taste himself.
"You taste salty." He laughed before he grabbed his pants and put them back on.
"W-Wait! Aren't you going to.." Peeta asked to his confusion. "Why are putting your pants back on? You haven't even done me yet."
"Peeta, you do know that it hurts like hell, don't you? It's not the same as doing it to a woman." Cato explained. He went to grab his shirt before putting it on and releasing Peeta from the ropes.
"No, do not untie me." He demanded strongly. Peeta started to tear up again, and his face flushed a slight pink shade. "Cato my wrists hurt like hell right now and that's because I trusted you. I trusted that despite this pain you'd make it alright." He sobbed ducking his head to hide the tears. "Please, trust me. I can take the pain for you because I-I…"
"I love you too." Cato said putting his index finger on Peeta's lips to stop him from saying anything else. "You really want to do this? I'll do my best to make you feel good but I can't guarantee I'll make the pain go away."
Peeta could only nod and right then Cato pushed his finger into his mouth.
"Peeta I need you to make my fingers get nice and slick. You got that?" Cato asked before he unbuttoned his jeans and started to jerk his cock. Peeta was doing a great job; Cato could feel the boy's need just by making him suck his fingers.
Cato inserted another finger in Peeta's mouth and started to thrust them in and out. He let his tongue swirl and coat Cato's fingers. Peeta's eyes were already going hazy by the time Cato inserted his third finger into the fray. The boy was getting turned on by his own actions but he barely noticed his growing erection coming back to life.
Cato took out his fingers and positioned them at Peeta's entrance. "Peeta look at me, it's going to be alright." He said as he slowly pushed in his index finger inside the tight entrance. Peeta was clearly in pain, it was obviously his first time.
Cato slowly began to thrust his finger in and out to prepare it for the next finger. After a while Peeta got used to the pain but every now and then he'd wince and grunt only concerning Cato for what he's doing. "Hey babe, I'm gonna put the next one in okay?" He said comfortingly.
He inserted the next finger slowly but proved difficult because Peeta was contracting his muscles. "Peeta relax, I can't do this if you're too tense." Cato explained, a sense of worry filled his face.
"I can't, Cato do something. A-Anything." Peeta grunted, he was trying his best not to scream. He didn't want Cato to worry.
Cato wrapped his hand around Peeta's cock and jerked it quickly. He squeezed and flicked it to give him pleasure and sure enough Peeta loosened up enough for Cato to push in his second finger.
Peeta was convulsing in pain, his teeth were clenching hard and tears started to stream down his face. He was in too much pain yet he didn't let Cato stop. Cato desperately searched for Peeta's prostate, clawing and pressing down everywhere his fingers could reach.
"Cato!" Peeta screamed, he sprayed cum all across his chest and Cato's shirt.
"Dude, you came on my shirt." He said jokingly. Without saying a word he slipped in his third finger secretly and Peeta didn't even notice.
"Wha-What was that?" Peeta groaned as he narrowed his eyes. The intense feeling literally made him see white.
"That was your prostate. Peeta this just might work!" Cato said in delight as he kissed Peeta passionately. He let his tongue get busy as he scissored Peeta's entrance. He worked on Peeta's entrance longer than he was supposed to, just in case.
"I think you're ready. Let me just free your legs, you might need them." Without even slipping out his fingers, he reached for his knife cut the bonds on Peeta's ankles.
"So umm.. Don't we have to like go into a position or something?" Peeta asked as he shook his legs. Immediately he was hoisted up with Cato's cock poised at the entrance. Peeta tucked his head on Cato's shoulder, his eyes closed shut.
"How about this?" Cato asked before he took out his fingers. "You ready?"
Peeta nodded and Cato slowly lowered Peeta down. Cato could feel Peeta tense up but this wasn't the time to go slow, it's now or never. Peeta could feel Cato fill him up inch by inch, he never felt so complete. After what seemed like hours, Cato was finally inside.
"Uhh… You're so tight." Cato grunted as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting furiously into Peeta. He moved slow, backing out just enough and thrusting back in gently.
"Cato move faster." Peeta asked a sense of need in his voice. Cato was more than oblige to do what he wanted.
Moans and grunts echoed across the earthen walls. Cato was thrusting like there was no tomorrow, his teeth sinking into Peeta's neck marking him as his own. Peeta was too lost in pleasure to do anything else but to moan Cato's name over and over.
"Cato I-I'm going t-too..." Peeta said in a stuttering fashion. His eyes were already half closed and his face flushed uncontrollably.
"D-Don't… Not yet." Cato said as he squeezed tightly around Peeta's cock, stopping the boy from coming. "With me, okay?"
"Cato I can't take it. Hurry up!" Peeta begged, his nails already digging into Cato's shoulders.
Cato picked up the pace and pushed in harder every time. He was close, Peeta was too tight, and it was making him crazy.
"Peeta I'm coming. I'm coming!" Cato screamed out as he jerked Peeta's cock. He filled Peeta with his endless orgasm.
"CATO!" Peeta moaned, coming hard on both of their chests. His legs embracing Cato's body as tightly as he could.
Cato was able to gather the last of his strength to cut the ropes on Peeta's wrists. Cato carried the already fainted boy as he lied down with Peeta leaning against his chest before he passed out.
The next day, Peeta awakened with Cato's arms draped around him. He smiled before he pushed Cato's arms away and put on his clothes to go out to look for food. Morning hasn't come yet so he decided to surprise Cato with his cooking skills.
'That was really amazing.' He thought to himself, flushing as he remembered how Cato just made him feel complete.
After struggling many times to capture a single bird, he ended up catching two and he was very happy with it. He couldn't wait to see Cato's face when he showed this. He rushed back smiling all the way.
By the time he got back morning was already out and he was pretty sure Cato must've been worried about him. But everything wasn't as he expected, Cato was gone and so were his things. Peeta's jacket was still there, and when he moved to pick it up he heard footsteps coming inside the cave. He smiled as he turned around running towards him to greet him.
"Cato where were you? Hey, look, I able to catch some birds. I thought maybe we could have breakfast or something. You know, if you want to." Peeta said sheepishly ducking his head in embarrassment. Weirdly enough, Cato just stood there his eyes were looking straight through Peeta's. His gaze was serious and empty, it was nothing like eyes he remembered. It's like Cato wasn't the Cato he met yesterday.
"Cato are you alright?" Peeta asked worriedly. When Cato took a step forward Peeta took two steps away from him until his back was leaning on the cave wall. He was totally scared, he just wanted to scream but it was like his voice was taken away from him. It's like he was trapped in some sick nightmare. Just as he thought it couldn't get any worse, Cato pulled out his knife from his pocket.
"Peeta, I'm sorry."