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Vigge chuckled. “I had. I just found it again with you. I felt sixteen again. But a lot happier.”
“And you were okay about the harness?”
“More than I thought I’d be.”
Cato mock-gasped. “Is that as near as you’ll get to saying you liked it?”
“I did like it. I like you wearing one.”
“Oh God. Have I unleashed a demon? Can you do that weird thing with your tongue?”
“What weird thing?”
“That might be star number five.”
They arrived back at the house laughing. Vigge couldn’t remember having laughed so much. Cato hauled him upstairs, unlocked his room, dragged him inside and closed the door. They pulled off their coats as they stumbled towards the bed. Vigge’s gaze flicked over to the desk where they’d left their phones and wallets, just as Cato’s coat landed on them. Something had been moved.
“Wait.” Vigge stepped over to the desk and lifted Cato’s coat out of the way.
“What’s the matter?” Cato pressed up behind him, breathing into his neck, arms around his hips, hands kneading the bulge in Vigge’s trousers. Vigge groaned.
If somethinghadbeen moved, it was too late to be sure now. “Does anyone else have a key to your room?”
Cato dropped his hands. “Pedro. Why?” He checked his phone. “Still locked. What’s wrong?”
Vigge wasn’t sure enough to spoil this. “Nothing.”
“Sure?”
No.Vigge smiled. “Sure.”
Chapter Thirteen
Cato smiled. “Like to do a striptease to earn your final star?”
“No. Get your clothes off right now or I’ll rip them off, then tie you up and spank you.”
Cato widened his eyes. “Oh my God. What have I done?” He shed his boots, then his jeans and shorts, and groaned as he struggled with the straps of his harness. “I am so desperate.”
“You will be?”
“What are you planning?”
“It’s a secret.”
Cato gave up with the harness. He grabbed lube and condom from the drawer and dropped them on the bed.
“Want to play horsey?” Vigge asked.
Cato gave a quiet snigger. “Kinkier than me? Amazing! Maybe we should keep the harnesses on.”
In moments, it was all Vigge was wearing. Cato slipped his fingers under the leather straps beneath Vigge’s pecs, but as he leaned in, Vigge shoved him back to land on the bed and dropped half on top of him. Vigge’s kiss was almost savage in its intensity, but fired up by lust, Cato gave back as good as he got. Need had every nerve in his body jangling. All he could think about was making them both come.
So good.Cato squirmed underneath him, lining up their cocks, and Vigge grabbed his hair, forcing his head back to expose his throat.
“Am I allowed to mark you?” Vigge asked.
“Do whatever you want. But make it look like I’ve been bitten by a vampire.”
