The Cattery_M/M contemporary sweet kinky romance

by K. A. Merikan

  Ollie whimpered, even though nothing happened yet, and he put both his hands on Goran’s arms, digging the heels of his feet into the flesh of Goran’s buttocks, wordlessly urging him on. There was so much going on in that pretty face that Goran couldn’t look away even for a second.

  “You’re gonna be my kitten from now on,” Goran whispered and trailed his cockhead up and down between Ollie’s buttocks, teasing him mercilessly.

  Ollie’s chest expanded and then slumped rapidly when he exhaled, his beautiful small nipples puckered in the cool air. “That’s what you want?” he uttered, arching his hips and pushing them toward Goran’s cock.

  Goran shook his head. “I want everything.” He emphasized his words by pushing his cockhead through the tight sphincter. It gripped his dick so delightfully he moaned and bit his lip just to keep himself from waking up the whole house.

  Ollie’s cheeks darkened, and he opened his mouth in a wordless cry, holding on to Goran as if his life depended on it. His ass opened for Goran, and it was like falling into the softest, warmest embrace Goran ever experienced.

  “Yes…” Goran hissed, and as he laid his weight on top of Ollie, he pushed his dick in farther into the welcoming flesh. He’d had lots of sex in the cattery, but it had been nothing like this. The two of them truly connected as people. Hot skin, slippery sweat, and little muffled moans were completely honest, and for once Goran didn’t feel the need to perform well. He wanted to make Ollie feel good and make him understand that no matter what happened recently, he wasn’t alone.

  Ollie’s mouth stretched into an ecstatic smile, and he nodded. “Yes. You feel so amazing inside me,” he uttered, moving his warm palms down Goran’s chest, massaging his pecs with so much delight it told Goran a little something about Ollie’s taste in men.

  He gave a raspy chuckle and backed out gently, only to push his cock back in at full force. The moan it got out of Ollie tugged at Goran’s balls and made Goran shudder with heat. He straightened up to have a better look at the beautiful body under him. He was now even more annoyed that he hadn’t turned on the light. Ollie looked picture perfect half-melting into the shadows, but Goran wanted to eat up every ridge of muscle and every drop of sweat glistening on his skin.

  Ollie massaged his balls at an agonizingly slow pace that contrasted with Goran’s thrusts, which were coming fast. Shadows made the veins and grooves on his hand more pronounced, and the light shone through the blond hair all over his forearms. It was beautiful and frustrating at the same time. Ollie’s other hand trailed up Goran’s neck and cupped the front of his face, and while it was a caress in its own right, it was almost as if Ollie wanted to sense Goran’s face, which he probably couldn’t see well.

  Enough was enough. Panting, Goran pulled his cock out and gave Ollie’s ass a slap, urging to be released from the hold of Ollie’s legs. “I wanna see everything,” he mumbled as he took the excruciating few steps over to the light switch.

  The harsh white light felt like waking up from a soft erotic dream, but Goran wasn’t complaining, because the wakeup was to a crisp vision of Ollie naked, erect, and flushed like a ripe apple.

  He followed Goran through the kitchen and bit his plump lip just a second before leaning into a hurried, passionate kiss that made Goran quiver in anticipation of delving back into the tight heat of Ollie’s ass. With the light on, he could see just how dark Ollie’s face and chest had become from excitement, and he was pulled toward the counter as soon as their lips parted.

  “You like what you see?” Goran couldn’t help a cocky grin as he pushed Ollie gently and forced him to bend over so all of that gloriously tan ass was in full view.

  Ollie winced when his naked flesh flattened against the smooth steel, but he spread his legs and reached back, parting his ass for Goran. Ollie was slim, but there was enough flesh in his buttocks to produce an enticing curve and dip as the long fingers pressed down on them. The dusky hole glistened from the oil, which also drizzled down Ollie’s shaved balls, creating a picture that made Goran’s dick stiffen so rapidly he thought he’d come right there, all over Ollie’s buttocks. And beyond that wonderful ass was Ollie’s face, turned back to him, with a devilish smile dancing across the pink lips.

  “You’re beautiful,” Ollie whispered.

  “Oh fuck…” Goran’s eyes went wide, his brain in sensory overload. That was exactly what he wanted. A cute, shameless lover eager to fuck, and smile, and kiss, and suck. He tore his gaze away from the debauched sight, and stepped forward, ready to push his cock against Ollie’s sphincter again. Goran was generally a switch, but he did love topping, dictating the rules, and having his dick inside another guy.

  Ollie let out a long, low moan when Goran easily slipped back inside him. The muscles around his hole were now completely relaxed and yielded at the slightest push. Goran put his hands on Ollie’s hips then pressed on his wrists as he buried himself completely between Ollie’s buttocks. He moaned when his balls touched the smooth perineum, and he moved his palms up the groove of Ollie’s spine, feeling the firm muscle twitch at his touch.

  “Please, do,” said Ollie.

  Goran smiled like the victor he felt he was and spread his legs slightly for the most comfortable position. But whom was he kidding? Any position that involved him having his cock deep inside Ollie was more than sufficiently comfortable. He gave Ollie’s ass cheek a little slap and grabbed on to Ollie’s hips. His cock dove into the slippery hole between Ollie’s buttocks, sweat beading on Ollie’s back as he moaned his pleasure.

  His hips were arching back and meeting Goran’s thrusts with ferocity, and the half-muffled noises he was making were like fireworks exploding under Goran’s eyelids every time he closed his eyes. Even relaxed, Ollie was so incredibly tight it felt like he was consciously milking Goran’s dick, squeezing his hole harder when they pulled apart. As their rhythm hurried, Ollie was slipping off the counter and held on to it with one hand while jerking off with the other, bucking and twisting his hips.

  Goran could feel Ollie’s muscles clench around him every now and then, and it only made him fuck Ollie faster, yet Ollie still met him halfway, wiggling his ass on Goran’s dick and pulling him closer to orgasm by the second. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Goran knew there was a slight chance someone could hear them, but he wasn’t worried what would happen if someone walked in on them. He didn’t rush as he often had to with hookups. And even though they weren’t even done yet, he was sure this experience wouldn’t leave a sour taste in his mouth. On the contrary. When he licked a trail up Ollie’s spine, savoring the sweat beading on tan skin, all he could sense was an explosion of endorphins, and when he reached the baby-soft nape and buried his nose in the blond curls, his arms slid around Ollie’s chest and pulled him closer.

  Ollie gave a broken moan and shuddered, suddenly clenching around Goran’s dick so hard as if he wanted to keep it inside him forever.

  A string of moans and grunts slipped out of Goran’s mouth. His thrusts became hard and fast, pushing into that throbbing, hot hole where all his pleasure crystallized. He hugged Ollie tightly and bit his nape as he came, slamming his cock in one more time. He’d only gotten to top bareback a few times in his life, and he imagined his cum filling Ollie’s steaming hot body. Just fantasizing about it made his dick stay hard for a while longer than usual.

  Ollie pulled himself up to rest on the counter with most of his upper body, his breath turning into steam on the steel. He looked so serene with his eyes closed and back muscles relaxed Goran itched to kiss every single inch of Ollie’s skin.

  Warm fingers stroked the back of his hand, and Ollie slowly covered Goran’s wrist with his palm then pulled it to his lips to kiss each knuckle.

  “It feels so right,” Goran whispered against Ollie’s shoulder, and he meant it in every way.

  Ollie was silent for several seconds, but by the time Goran’s heart was starting to feel like lead, he opened his eyes and looked back at Goran, still holding the hand
against his lips. “It does,” he whispered quietly, as if he were afraid that saying it out loud would somehow shatter their bubble.

  “I—I’ve been with quite a few guys, but… I’ve never felt this way about someone.” Goran sighed and licked the back of Ollie’s ear, sad that he had to pull his cock out soon.

  Just inches away from his eyes, Ollie looked at him, his blue irises as blue as the sea in Croatia. “You make me feel so real,” he said, squeezing Goran’s fingers and slowly turning his head back. “Like my life isn’t on hold anymore when I’m with you.”

  They were the sweetest words Ollie could say to him, and he was certain they came from the bottom of Ollie’s heart. He slowly pulled away and grabbed a tissue from the stand on the countertop, but he still took a few seconds to watch cum ooze out of Ollie’s well-fucked hole. So. Fucking. Hot.

  “I won’t let you keep it on hold.”

  Ollie reached out to him, accepted the tissue, then lazily turned around to face Goran, and wiped himself while giving him a mysterious smile. “No?”

  Goran swallowed and reached out to grab Ollie’s hand. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” The request felt even more intimate than sex, and Ollie had to be thinking that too, because his chest started moving up and down much faster. He brushed his fingers over Goran’s, never looking away.

  “We can draw the curtains around it. It’ll be like our private bedroom.”

  Goran took half a step forward and wrapped his arms around Ollie’s smooth, fragrant body. The kiss that came after felt so natural he closed his eyes and indulged in the closeness.

  Chapter 15

  Goran didn’t want to get out of bed, but it wasn’t the soft blanket against his skin that was keeping him from opening his eyes. The whole dilemma was about Ollie. His smooth skin against Goran’s, the curve of his ass against Goran’s cock, their legs tangled up together, and Goran’s arm over Ollie’s. This position in Ollie’s bed was perfection, and Goran didn’t want to create even a ripple on its surface.

  Ollie’s soft locks tickled his nose, but they smelled so amazing Goran only wanted to push closer and bury his face in them. Ollie’s chest was expanding and hollowing very slowly beneath Goran’s touch, the smooth body generating heat that Goran found hard to resist. And yet, it had been their first night together. He wanted to make an impression and show Ollie how much he wanted to be around him. He knew just the way to do that.

  He pressed a silent kiss to Ollie’s nape, and despite his body fighting him on the decision, he untangled himself and got up. He was half-hard from just lying there, so he pulled on a pair of briefs and walked out through the thick curtain Ollie had drawn around the bed last night, smiling to himself when he thought he was being as quiet as a cat.

  Goran reached the kitchen with a silly grin plastered all over his face. He’d always remember Ollie’s moans and the slim body arching under him with so much need. He looked into the fridge to decide what to prepare for Ollie, though he already knew he wanted to make a sweet breakfast. As delicious as Ollie’s lips. He had to adjust his cock just thinking about it.

  Two bananas, some eggs, crushed almonds, raisins... whipped together with some flour and topped with syrup would make something adequately impressive. Ollie tended to be health-conscious, so Goran was certain he’d appreciate a skinnier version of pancakes.

  He was about to finalize the batter while the coconut oil heated in the pan when someone cleared his throat, entering the kitchen. It was Clove, and he headed for the coffee machine, just as he did every morning.

  “You’re up early,” Clove said, letting his hand linger on top of the machine. “Couldn’t sleep?”

  Goran grinned at him and swirled the oil in the pan. “Nope. Slept like a baby. You wanna do some paddle boarding later?”

  “Sure, why not?” Clove watched the espresso pour into the cup then transferred his gaze to Goran. “That’s a lot of batter for one person. Are you planning to swim all day?”

  Goran snorted. “Nope. I’m making it for Ollie.”

  Clove’s eyebrows rose, and he picked up his coffee, blowing air into the cup. “Okay … that’s new. Last time I checked, you two hated each other.”

  “We had an honest conversation yesterday and worked it out. I’d call it a real breakthrough.” Goran poured some of the batter into the pan.

  Clove snorted. “How much of that conversation was actually verbal?”

  Goran sucked his lips in and faced the pan to avoid looking into Clove’s black eyes. “Some of it.” He didn’t even know why he felt embarrassed. They’d all had sex with each other one way or another.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” asked Clove, shifting closer with his coffee. The bitter aroma snaked into Goran’s nose, immediately waking him up.

  “Not… in particular. I just don’t want it to be weird, you know?” He glanced at Clove and it was as if the guy could see right through him. And maybe he could. Clove was the type of person who absorbed much more information from his environment than he offered in return.

  “I’m not asking to be nosy. It’s just that Ollie treated you like shit, and I wanted to know what’s going on. The atmosphere around him hasn’t been the best lately.”

  Goran flipped the pancake with a deep sigh. “I know, I know. I think we’ve misunderstood each other a lot. I don’t think he had bad intentions. And I should have known not to leave the cattery anyway.”

  Clove sighed and slowly sipped his coffee. “If you say so. Just be careful. I’m not saying he’s a bad person, but he’s been here for such a long time without any good reason. He’s a bit disconnected.”

  Goran bit his lip. “Oh, I’ll get him connected all right.”

  Clove laughed and slapped Goran’s arm. “You do that. Maybe he’ll actually leave once his next six months are up. Are you up for that challenge?”

  Goran smiled and slid the thin pancake to a plate. He wasn’t sure what the future held for him and Ollie, but they had a few months to figure it out, and Goran was more than willing to dive in headfirst. “I mean… pancakes and cock. What more does a guy need?”

  “Preach,” said Clove, who finished his coffee and deposited the cup in the dishwasher before walking off.

  The kitchen filled with the fresh yet rich aroma of bananas, and Goran smiled, neatly stacking the food on two plates. He added strawberries and drizzled the whole thing with organic chocolate syrup.

  With two glasses of juice next to the plates, he carried the whole breakfast to the bedroom.

  Cin’s attentive eyes followed him from the bed nearest the entrance, but Goran pretended not to notice and went straight to Ollie’s space, delving between the curtains. The light hit Ollie’s face briefly, and he moaned, slowly turning to his back, still gloriously naked under the thin blanket.

  Goran sat close, careful not to spill anything from the tray. If he weren’t so busy with the food, he’d suck off Ollie right now. “Oliver…”

  Ollie’s eyes wrinkled and then opened, revealing hazy blue eyes, which went into focus almost immediately. Ollie sat up, glancing at the tray with a smile tugging at his mouth. Bingo. “Oh, wow, what is this? Christmas?” he asked, shifting to make space for Goran.

  “Only if you feel like giving Santa head.” Goran grinned and put the tray in Ollie’s lap. “Thought you’d need the calories.”

  Ollie grinned, watching the food for several seconds, and it almost felt like he was embarrassed to meet Goran’s gaze. “Maybe for dessert?” he asked in the end, looking up at Goran and leaning in for a kiss. “This smells amazing.”

  “Let’s hope it tastes just as good.” He cut a piece for himself and stuffed his mouth with the fruity goodness. “I do miss French fries though.”

  Ollie fed himself too. He closed his eyes, smiled, and wiggled his shoulders, purring in delight. His body leaned against Goran, and he rested his head on his shoulder. “You should have bought more when we were out in town.” He cut off more of the pancake, scooped up some sy
rup, and moved it to Goran’s mouth. Too cute.

  Goran opened wide. “I got into enough trouble over the booze. Is Luis allergic or something?”

  Ollie shrugged and drank some juice. “I think he just doesn’t appreciate people being intoxicated. Maybe he’d seen too much of it at the parties he has to attend.”

  Goran lowered his voice, even though they were alone in their little cocoon behind the curtain. “You think he’s an alcoholic?” He let his fingers wander over Ollie’s knee.

  Ollie drew in a sharp breath, pulling even closer to Goran. “N-no. He never said anything like that. And I’ve never seen him drunk. I think it’s just a principle he follows.”

  Goran shrugged. “Just thinking out loud, and you know him much better.” Truth be told, he was carefully watching Ollie’s reactions to the conversation. Not so long ago, Ollie had claimed Luis was the best guy on the planet, and yet Ollie seemed to share a connection with Goran that was unlike any other. Last night, Goran got so wrapped up in kissing that he told Ollie how he felt but didn’t get an answer out of the guy.

  Ollie smiled and fed Goran more of the pancake. “I hope he didn’t have to deal with anything like that,” he said in the end, pushing his knee against the palm of Goran’s hand.

  “Yeah. He’s a good guy. I guess.” For someone who keeps five male prostitutes in a house by the beach. But for once, Goran forced those words down his own throat in a desperate attempt not to offend Ollie, who rewarded him with the prettiest of smiles and even petted Goran’s cheek, scratching at his morning stubble.

  “I never heard anyone say one bad word about him.”

  “Do you think… this is like a trial run for him? That he’s looking for the ‘right cat’?”

  Ollie’s face fell, and he shrugged, chewing on the morsel of food far too long. “I don’t think so. If he wanted a boyfriend, he’d already have one,” he said in the end.

  Goran picked up on that quickly. “That’s what I thought. He told me at my interview that he wanted a cat, but a human one.” As straight-talking as he was, Goran wasn’t all that sure how to ask about Ollie’s relationship with Luis. And in a way they all liked Luis. Goran thought the guy was hot and even kind of cute. But did Ollie still like Luis more than anyone else? More than he liked Goran? Thinking about it made the sweet pancake taste slightly bitter.