And I Will Consume You

14

Pete didn't want the kiss to end, and it hadn't since they first got into the cab. Now being pressed against the door of what he could make out to be an expensive Hotel room directly overseeing the ocean, Pete was assured there was no going back. Once Vegas wanted something, he got it, no matter what it was, and what he wanted most was Pete. He wanted to kiss him until their lips were sore, touch him until every inch of his skin and been explored, and fuck him 'til he screamed. He wanted to make the boy so hungry it hurt. His master, his own personal devil. A demon and a god all at once. Growling impatiently, Vegas Tore apetes shirt off with little to no regard of the buttons that held the fabric together, tossing it onto the floor.

"I'm not a toy or a trophy. I don't exist to serve your every perverted need" Pete said, his eyes determined for the first time since this mess all started. "Let's see about that, shall we?" Vegas had planned for thay night to be romantic, to be slow and gentle, but Pete seemed to want to provoke him. One way or another that stubborn boy would admit it. He was his slave, his pet, his obsession, and there wasn't a thing in this world or the next that could change that. Vegas didn't want to love him, but he couldn't help it. Pete made sex seem like it was something brand new, like pleasure was a feeling Vegas hadn't ever experienced before. "You're really one of a kind, aren't you? I've never craved anyone like you" Vegas' touch was merciless, the graze of his fingers burning Pete's skin like an electric shock. This teasing was driving him wild and Vegas could tell. This was going to be so much fun. "You're crazy" Pete scoffed, being pushed against the door violently again. "I know."

While Vegas' greed and Lust for Pete was overwhelming, he held back, just wanting to enjoy the kiss for as long as he possibly could. If Pete wanted it, he was sure the boy would let him know in one way or another. Lifting him up to straddle his waist, Vegas carried Pete to the sofa where he sat down, their kiss continuing but his hands moving from either side of the boys waist up his shirt, and caressing his back. This went on for what seemed like hours before Pete finally pulled away, his lips bruised and swollen, panting slightly to catch his breath though Vegas refused to let him off of his lap just yet. "Go take a shower, princess. I'll order dinner." The elder of the two hummed, his hands placed comfortably on Pete's ass, Spanking it playfully. "Hurry up, or I'll eat you instead"

If it were up to him, Vegas would have fucked Pete four times over by now, but the boy didn't seem like that's what he needed. He needed affection, and though Vegas didn't much enjoy being mushy with someone, he would rather do that than make Pete uncomfortable. In reality, Vegas wanted to be home with him right now, a leash around his neck as he sat between his legs under the very desk he'd gotten himself caught with in the first place. Vegas was almost certain those pretty pink lips could be put to good use. Anything he could think of, from the kinkiest of toys he owned to classic shower sex, breath play, punishing him. What he wouldn't do to that perfect body. Watching as Pete got off of his lap and headed to wash up, Vegas grabbed his phone, calling the room service and ordering the most expensive dish they had alongside premium quality wine and of course a desert, but that was to be enjoyed later on.

Was Vegas happy? Yes, But he was also torn. He both wanted Pete to love him and fear him. To bend to his every will, obey his every command. He wanted Pete to be the queen to his crown, share a seat on his throne but be sat beside it like a dog all the same. Passion and lust, while often in close association, were quite different, and Vegas had just now realized that. He didn't want to have what Kinn had with Porsche, he wanted something more. He wanted to own Pete, to control him and to break him. But maybe that wasn't as hard to achieve as he thought. Maybe if they kept their relationship the way it was, but Vegas made effort to attend to Pete's every need and want, maybe that would be enough. As long as Pete was happy, that's all that mattered, right? That way he could live out his ever sick fantasy while also letting the boy know he was entirely obsessed, and with him alone. Since that first night, Vegas hadn't once thought of sleeping with another person and enjoying it nearly as much as he did with Pete. That just seemed impossible. No matter who they were, how innocent or experienced, no matter how beautiful or handsome, Vegas wasn't interested. No one could compare to Pete, no matter how hard they tried. Just thinking about it made the man grow inpatient, tapping his heel to the floor with a grimace on his face. All the things we would do to that boy once they made it back... Pete was sure to lose his voice, and that only made Vegas more excited for the time to come.

Meanwhile, Pete was already undressed, stood under a stream of comfortably warm water, letting it hit his face and chest as he ran his fingers through his hair, working the product in his hands into his scalp. His shoulders were still stiff and tense, but the pressure of the water against his skin felt nice and he was relieved to no longer be held prisoner, though he couldn't help but wonder. How was Arm and Porsche? What had happened with Tawan? Was he gone yet, that snake? Did they miss him? How was Khun Tankhun? It didn't matter Vegas was treating him so nicely now, he would always be the worry wart of the house, but it still angered him that Tawan was still around- if he wasn't actually dead yet. How could Kinn let him live, no less live in the main house after everything he'd done? Whatever. The main family was no longer if his concern. Not anymore, even if they did take care of him for so long. Like Vegas had said, he had a new master, and being the loyal dog he was, it was hard to disobey.Maybe someday he could go back and work for them again. Until then, he had one mission.

To please Vegas.