Page 84 of Reinventing Cato
Cato’s eyes closed as he surrendered to sensation, glimmers of orgasm curling in his core as Vigge’s rapid exhalations struck his face. Cato arched under the gentle touch of fingers on his neck, the weight of Vigge part-pinning him down. He was drowning in pleasure. But when Vigge didn’t move, he opened his eyes again.
They stared at each other, gazes locked, then Vigge slid slowly down until his mouth was over Cato’s cock. Vigge’s hands settled on Cato’s thighs and he rubbed his thumbs in the creases of his groin, before licking from Cato’s aching balls to his crest of his dick. That single long—well, fairly long—wet drag by a hot, wet tongue was enough to pull a hoarse cry of pleasure from Cato’s mouth, and he clenched his arse in a desperate attempt to hold off coming. Vigge tightened his lips around the top of his cock, sucked, and Cato trembled.Not yet. On one suck? Not going to happen.
Cato clung on as long as he could, but his fingers were slipping off the windowsill, his toes unable to find footholds. He looked down, saw Vigge’s mouth stuffed with his cock, and whimpered.
“Who the hell made that pathetic noise?” Cato managed to say. “Was it you? I need manly grunts not simpering… Shiiiiit.”
He felt Vigge smile around him and it was enough. “Oh hell.” He groaned, stiffening as his balls caught fire. Flames shot up his dick and probably set fire to Vigge’s mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Cato gasped as his cock kept spurting. It went on long enough to make him worry that something was wrong. Except how could there be anything wrong when it felt so good? He’d been half-hard since he’d been in the club. It was a miracle he’d lasted this long.
And when Vigge pulled him onto his side, tucked up behind him, and slid a lube-slick cock between Cato’s thighs, that felt good too. He clenched his muscles as Vigge bucked into him, fucking him between closed thighs, his hands holding Cato’s shoulders, his breathing choppy. Although Cato had sort of wanted him inside him, this was still hot. Vigge pressed his face into the side of Cato’s neck and as Cato felt the warm splash of come between his thighs, Vigge bit down into the junction of Cato’s neck and shoulder, and for a moment, Cato thought he was going to come again.
Neither of them moved or spoke for a moment.
“Couldn’t you find my arsehole?” Cato asked. “Itissmall and tight, but it’s perfectly formed.” He felt Vigge shake as he laughed. “That was nice. Nothing beats hours and hours of hot sex. Except maybe three minutes of hot sex.”
Then they were both laughing.
They showered, barely dried themselves and after Cato had taken out his lenses, they crawled into bed. He had just enough time to snuggle back into Vigge and sigh with pleasure at the way he was being held before he fell asleep.
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Cato woke with a start when Vigge rolled out of bed. “Going already?” He didn’t lift his head from the pillow.
“It’s almost six. I have to go home, get changed and drive to work. And don’t forget it’s your fault.”
Cato growled.
“I’ll see you at the concert on Wednesday.”
“Bring your violin in case I get stage fright. Can you playRow, row, row your boat?”
Vigge sat on the bed. “Just about.”
Cato turned onto his back, reached for Vigge’s hand and looked up at him. “I had fun.”
“Me too. Contact the police about those messages.”
“Mmm.”
“Call me if you get another.”
“Mmm.”
“Cato!” Vigge caught his jaw with his hand. “I’m worried that if you get an offer from NASA, this is going to get out of control.”
“It’s fine. More interviews before that.” He pulled himself up, kissed Vigge and dropped onto his back. “Avoid men with guns.”
“I’ll try.”
“Don’t waste that last star for bravery doing something stupid. Not now you’re growing on me.”
“All nine inches of me?”
Cato grinned. “You shouldn’t believe the hype.”
Vigge sagged. “You mean I’m not nine inches?”
