Vegas snapped hearing Pete be the first to admit his hunger, and just how badly he wanted it. Pressing Pete's body against his own, Vegas' fingers lingered on his waist and hips before one hand slipped into his back pocket and the other at his side ready to bulldoze his way past any fucker that dared block his way right now. Not only that, but Vegas was pretty sure he'd shoot them on the spot. Three days wasn't long, but it was for Vegas. Since he and Pete had gotten together officially, they'd done it pretty much every night consistently to the point where his body was prepared for it before even he was. Pete felt just the same way. Now he did appreciate being able to walk right for longer than six hours at a time, but at this point he was like a dog in heat.
The second they reached the car and the door shut, Vegas closed the visor to the front of the car, giving them some privacy, not that it mattered much right now, and pulling Pete onto his lap. Vegas wasn't the type to do it in a car, or really just anywhere, and he was going to stick to that philosophy, deciding it was best for both of them go share a passionate kiss until they reached home again. Almost immediately Vegas' tongue shot into the other boys mouth, basking in his muffled moans and the subtle jolts of his body every time Vegas rolled his hips up into him. Reaching the house felt like an eternity, and that feeling was only multiplied on their trip up to the bedroom. Vegas pushed Pete down onto the bed forcefully, stripping him of his clothes and tying his legs up in chains and his wrists in their favorite leather straps tied to a bed post on either side. Deciding not to strip just yet himself, Vegas leaned down, hovering over Pete's angelic body and basking in it's scent. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of Pete before their play, Vegas slowly leaned down further, his lips. Pressing a gentle but passionate kiss onto Pete's before moving to his neck and sucking a handful of purple marks onto his skin. All of the ones he'd made before he left had faded away and disappeared, do it was about time he made new ones. His kisses moved to Pete's chest and abdomen, enjoying the soft noises that slithered past the boys tongue in the form of lewd whines. Vegas' hands were busy playing with his body too, touching wherever he knew he'd get a reaction before pulling away entirely- now busy with an entirely new horizon of possibility. His fingers fingered at the buttons of his own shirt, hesitating intentionally before finally popping them open and moving on to the next.
He hadn't had much time to work out these past few weeks, save the workout he did with Pete every night, but he was still in pretty good shape. His muds Les were toned, though not particularly large yet, and that was something he wanted to work on. Pete was perfectly satisfied with the amount of muscle he got to touch, but Vegas wasn't quite happy with how he looked yet. He wanted more defined abs and pecks, bigger shoulders and biceps, but that would all come with time when he fully adjusted to his new schedule. It was obvious Pete was looking at his body, but Vegas didn't care. He was too preoccupied with Pete's body to pay any attention to his own. Leaning down again, Vegas continued where he left off, planting more kisses and marks on the boys body, his lips finding their way to Pete's inner thighs while his fingers gently ran across the outer sides making Pete jolt. Tonight was going to be one hell of a long night. It felt like their first time all over again- Vegas wanted to ruin him. Make Pete scream and beg and moan until he lost his voice. "Vegas..." Pete whispered out again. God that had him so weak, hearing his little angel say his name so sinfully, and that look in his eye. Pete had that same shimmer in his eye he always did when they had sex. It was raw, unhinged lust and submission; as if he would give everything just to feel his touch. Pete never failed to put Vegas at a loss for words. He couldn't describe that boys beauty in the confines of any language. There was no word to describe the sheer, overwhelming beauty and grace he was capable of. The way his lips were parted slightly, his eyes lidded and a blush dusting his cheeks that Vegas could see even in the darkness of their room. No one had made Vegas feel both so powerless and almighty before. Without Pete he couldn't sleep, he couldn't focus, he couldn't think straight. He was a mess without him; depressed, lonely, angry, confused. With him? With him he was in heaven. Never once in his life so far had he been truly happy. Every smile thus far had been a lie- or at least laced with some form of falsehood. With Tawan it all had been a lie, with Porsche he was after Kinn's happiness, with Macau he had a responsibility... But with Pete... With Pete he was a different person. He lost track of his senses. Pete broke down his walls and let it all wash away. Pulling away again, Vegas finally undid his pants, reaching for the bedside table and pulling a shiny silver packet out of the drawer. Bringing it to his lips, his teeth gripped onto the plastic and with the smooth tug of his hand, it tore open, tossing the plastic aside and slipping the condom on.
The next few hours were a blur of bliss- one moment he was watching Pete's every expression closely, the next his face was buried in the boys neck, groaning with pleasure. He unchained Pete eventually, letting the boy ride him and pleasure himself before he got on his knees at the edge of the bed with Vegas' hand in his hair. Even after they had finished and the heat had turned down, Vegas remained on top of the other, sharing a slow kiss neither of them wanted to stop. Pete wanted to hold Vegas close like this forever. Hugging, embracing one another tightly as they kissed- legs tangled between the messy sheets and the smell of their passion staining the mattress as much as their skin. Nothing. Nothing in this world would ever get Pete to leave. Not anymore. Once upon a time he would have given anything to escape Vegas' merciless grasp, but now everything was different. Now no one could love him better. Even if it would kill him, Pete didn't want to leave. He wanted to be the one Vegas married. he wanted to be his husband. His wife. His anything as long as they stayed side by side both in life, and in death.
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