And I Will Consume You

23

Three weeks worth of radio silence from his father, or rather anyone back at the house house had Vegas simultaneously pacing in anxiousness and childish glee. Now this could be both good or bad, but Vegas hadn't cared to think much about it behind that as he was too busy with something... More important. Why? Because not only was his father not around to scold him, but he had Pete all to himself, and all day to enjoy his company in any which way he pleased. At this point, Vegas was surprised Pete could even still walk, no less ask for more. In these last few days Pete had shown his true self more and more, revealing that he, much like Vegas, had an insatiable Lust he himself wasn't aware existed until now. Not only were they having sex more frequently than before, but in places and situations Vegas would have never thought would excited him more. He loved everything about Pete. The way he looked, the way he tasted, and the way he squinted his eyes when he smiled, showing off not only his teeth but also the dimples in his cheeks. Pete really was an angel in disguise, wasn't he? How could something as corrupt as man be so perfect? And yes, while perfect is a concept entirely subjective, Vegas was certain there wasn't a thing in this world that was better than Pete in any way. How could there be? He's damn near seen it all and there wasn't a scenery or sight that had him speechless quite the way Pete did.

Vegas hadn't ever been so god damn afraid. He had been scared, of course, many times... But now he couldn't bear the thought of Pete leaving him one day. Even just the slightest possibility if it stung worse than any hit his fathers fist could cause hitting him. Pete had begun to see that fear in him ever so slightly the linger they'd spent together, and now, he wasn't totally against being locked up. "I would kill for you... I would die for you" Vegas hummed softly, staring up at the ceiling as he played with the raven hair of the boy who was laying on his bare chest listening to his heart beat. Having spent so much time with Pete, Vegas had begun to grow fond of the idea of aftercare and didn't mind the hour or two of cuddling they did before either getting up or going to sleep. "Either way, what bliss. To live without you, only that would be torture... A day alone... Only that would be death."

"And when you are dead and buried... I'll be laying there with you, side by side, six feet deep, in matching coffins" Pete knew so well how to make his heart melt, Vegas' fingers finding their way up to his chest to hold Pete's hand tightly, placing a gentle kiss atop his head. The blanket was a mess, their legs tangled, and the sheets were wrinkled, but none of that mattered right now. "You're asking for more, talking like that, princess" Pete chuckled, and though he was as worn out as ever from the session they just had, he wouldn't entirely mind another. "Why? Am I not allowed to praise the man I love? Some people have saviours or saints... But Vegas... Who needs a saint when a sinner does it so much better?"

"What became of that innocent little boy you used to be? How come he's speaking like this only now?" Vegas hummed, moving up from their cuddling position to giver above him once again. "You're no saint either... You're a succubus." How could a man look so beautiful in this hazy, dim light, shadow falling perfectly upon his face no matter how he turned, and those striking eyes doing what they did best, pulling Vegas in. "I suppose that means you know what I want then" Vegas wasted not a second To clip the others wrists into the restraint of the handcuffs he'd just taken off again. Pete's legs were still bound so he didn't have to worry about keeping him from moving too much, practically having him pinned in place as he watched his hands do the work for him, touching every inch of skin his eyes caught hold of.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Princess?" Vegas growled, leaning down to lick one or two of the dozen marks he'd left on Pete's chest. "I'm not trying to do anything" Vegas growled again, this time because he was losing his patience, reaching for another condom and hastily tearing the plastic with his teeth. "You just love provoking me, don't you?" The second it was on, Vegas pushed inside, being fast, but waiting a second before his next thrust as to better get a look at Pete's pleasured face. The sweat they'd worked up the first round quickly came back as this time Vegas was less worried about Pete adjusting, rather wanting to fuck him senseless as fast and roughly as possible. The younger boy let out a whiney moan, wanting to touch Vegas as well but who refused to take the cuffs off, leaving Pete's arms folded helplessly over his head.

After that first round, Pete was still at the peak of his sensitivity, his back arching and twitching with every slight movement Vegas did, no less the rather violent ones that usually followed right behind. This time Vegas found his sweet spot much faster too, chuckling to himself when he noticed how the boys legs shook with overstimulated pleasure and the way his toes curled as he twisted and moaned. "Heh, look at you" Vegas scoffed mockingly, examining Pete's expressions closely, "You fucking slut". God Pete was so beautiful like this, how was Vegas to hold back? Well... He  didn't have to- that was the beauty of it all. Pete was enough of a masochist to enjoy the  pushing of his own limits and Vegas could keep going forever if only his body would let him. Leaning down, he placed a hot kiss against the boys lips, slipping his tongue past Pete's teeth the second they parted wide enough to allow it. He could feel ever bead of sweat on Pete's thighs that aides him in his erratic movements as if Pete's body itself was asking for more. Vegas' head was spinning with erotic satisfaction, and so was Pete's. He saw stars, the way Vegas thrust into him, and while he was curious to what making love with Vegas would be like, he enjoyed the rough sex too much to bother or even think to ask.

"Daddy's little slut"