And I Will Consume You

16

The second Pete hit the bed, Vegas was on top of him already, a heated kiss still keeping the two connected by the lips and muffled moans slithering out between the cracks. The older of the two pulled at his belt, undoing it before removing it from his waist and used it to tie up the boys hands before taking Pete's off too. It was a shame he didn't have more to work with, but he was free to improvise as much as he pleased, taking Pete's slightly worn belt and  folding it once or twice in his hand. Before he knew it, the leather hit his chest and Pete jolted in pain, hissing at the burning sting that lingered even after it was over. The leather struck again, this time making him gasp loudly, squeezing his eyes shut in pathetic desperation. Though he was still wearing a shirt, he could gell his skin had turned red in the spots he'd been hit, and Vegas clearly didn't plan on slowing his pace, striking two more times before his fingers finally slithered to undo the buttons of the white blouse. Lo and behold, the second Vegas removed the fabric from His chest, four, thick red lines shone through his porcelain skin, making the older chuckle to himself. "You mark so easily, Princess... I love it" Vegas purred, licking his lips before moving a hand to his own crotch to relieve some of the tension.

"Please... Hurry" Pete mumbled, face cherry red in embarrassment, but he too wanted it so bad. Vegas only laughed mockingly hearing this,"Slut." He growled, taking the boys pants off teasingly slow "Are you that desperate for me? Cute." Next came his own shirt, and once again, Vegas moved slowly, his fingers lingering at each button before pressing it open and letting the patterned fabric fall from his shoulders, the light from the windows Infront if him illuminating his body as if it were that of a Greek god. It wasn't until they were both completely naked that Pete whined again, not caring about how desperate and pathetic it made him seem. He was a man too, and he hadn't gotten any action for a week now- which usually wouldn't be an issue, but having gotten used to Vegas' high sex drive, it was surprisingly more difficult than he thought it'd be. Vegas, on the other hand, was enjoying the sight. While, yes, it did take all his willpower and then some to hold back, he knew full well he'd have more than enough time to enjoy himself. Besides, the sight of Pete writhing beneath him was too addictive. Even just the sight of him drove Vegas over the edge, he was starting to suspect Pete might be a little too perfect for the world he lived in. Even if he were, he didn't care. Pete was an angel in every sense of the word, he was perfect, he was beautiful, he was innocent and kind, and yes, it was twisted of him to want to corrupt  an angel, but when wasn't he?

Vegas leaned down a bit, pressing another gentle kiss against the corner of Pete's mouth before hovering closely abive him. He wanted to see every last sinful expression on the boys face as he ruined him, he wanted to hear those broken moans he loved so much without the muffling of a cloth or a kiss. He wanted to see and hear it all. Reaching for his pant pocket, Vegas pulled out a condom and slipped it on, the plastic wrapper still between his teeth as he did so. Spitting the packet out, Vegas realized he didn't have lube, so instead, he shoved two fingers into the mouse mouth, the other hand touching his waist and chest almost praisingly to reward Pete's obedience. This went on for maybe a minute or two before Vegas figured it was enough and removed his fingers from the boys mouth, now covered in a thick layer of saliva. Without warning he pushed his fingers inside, and though it was gentle, Pete couldn't help but gasp at the foreign sensation, though it by no means was unpleasant. Vegas fingers curled slightly inside of him, pulling forth a soft moan and bringing that devilish smirk back to the mans face. Thrusting his fingers into the boy again, this time a lot harder, he pulled them out, replacing them with what he knew Pete wanted to begin with.

A long moan escaped the younger boys lips,   his fingers pulling at the fabric of the pillow under his head as he curled his toes at the rough entry. "Ah-...V-Vegas..." Pete moaned softly through a quiet hiss, His eyes still squeezed shut and brows furrowed slightly. "Fuck" Vegas growled, hearing the other moan his name so shamelessly, moving his hips faster as his greed took control. His vision was blurred with overwhelming lust and power, seeing the boy beneath him so submissive and weak for him. If only he could, he'd never stop. He too was flooded by the feeling of pleasure, noticing how Pete tightened around him every now and then, so hot and welcoming, how was he to hold back? Letting go of whatever shard of self control he had left, Vegas' hips moved as fast as they could, each movement gaining either a pleasured moan, desperate gasp, or sinful expression from Pete's face. How come he hadn't noticed this before? The endless beauty of his every movement, no less the ones that Vegas himself provoked. Feeling himself lose grip again, Vegas hand moved from the boys waist to his chest and neck, forcing Pete to face him as he thrust further into him. 'Shit' Vegas thought to himself, his teeth digging into his lip. He could feel himself lose his mind more and more with each jolt of electricity his movements brought to his brain, almost as if he was going into a state of unconsciousness- blind to his actions but still enjoying the pleasure it brought him.

Even when he came, it wasn't enough, he wanted more; So he continued. Not caring to notice how Pete's legs were shaking nor the overstimulated, broken moans that were escaping his perfect pale crimson lips. It wasn't until he himself came the third time that Vegas slowed to a stop, his body covered in beads of sweat similarly to Pete's,who also had tear streaks running down the sides of his face and a string of saliva clinging to his chin from his lips. Vegas chuckled seeing how ruined his angel was after barely two hours and without a single you to aid him other than the makeshift handcuffs he loosened from the boys wrists, letting his arms fall to his sides, slightly bruised from where the leather had tugged at his skin. "So pretty... Just look at you..."

"Seeing you like this... I could do it all over again"