VegasPete: NEVER NOT YOURS

TENTH • Never Not Yours

WARNING🚨: Mature content ahead. Read at your own discretion.
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Midnight's Bar Suité, 10:45 PM

As they were sitting at VIP table suité that looks like a small closed-balcony where; only the front has a terrace-like wall to still see the whole bar below.

Pete stood up and inclined his elbows to the terrace, slightly bending his body to have a comfortable stance. He enjoyed watching the dancers below as he was eating snacks and sipping some wine.

Vegas wrapped his arms around Pete's waist and pinched him, "You're seducing me. Your cheeky ass is saying Hi."

"Vegas we're in public."

"So?" Vegas took the lube and squirted some in his fingers.

"Where did you get that!"

Vegas slipped his hands through Pete's waist band and circled his fingers around Pete's entrance, inserted two fingers inside and started to finger fuck him.

"Urrghh.. Vegas!" Pete's head fall back, trying to suppress his moans. Vegas continued moving his fingers in and out.

Pete was cursing in his mind telling that Vegas was so lucky they're in the VIP table that was a much darker part of the bar and only their upper body were visible from below.

Pete keeping his posture, smiling at people.

Vegas pulled his fingers out and pulled Pete's pants and underwear down until his knees. Vegas slightly bent Pete over and he used his knee to spread Pete's thigh to expose his pretty hole.

"Don't you dare moan." Vegas whispered.

A waiter passed by and handed him another bottle of wine. Pete quickly took it as he was in a hurry to clear people out their way.

Vegas unzipped his pants and spreaded lube on his fully erected cock. He then positioned it on Pete's sweet entrance and pushes it inside.

Pete's knees were starting to shake because of the nervousness they might caught and the eagerness to be fucked by Vegas.

Vegas started to moved slowly. He is being careful not to be aggressive because Pete's ass is so fleshy, he was afraid that the clapping sound of its cheeks will be heard.

"Hmm.. fuck Vegas I told you we're.. Ughmm, not in the right place to.. Ugh, fuck.." Pete was softly grunting with each thrust.

Vegas tightened his grip to Pete's hip and changed moving pace to gradually becoming faster.

"God! Hngg.. Agh! Hmm.." Pete hold on the barstool because he was obviously being swayed by force.

Pete continued to tremble, his cock tip is leaking a lot of precum but he won't dare to release those in public place.

While there is Vegas who never let up his pace, he continued pounding Pete's hole. The deeper the thrust, his hole rippled more pleasure.

He drank a lot of wine, feeling so pressured. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, "Urrgh.. Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Hmmff.."

Some people were looking at him but he just raises his glasses for a toast. Praying that Vegas would finish already.

"Pete I'm close.."

Pete slightly opened his mouth, gasping for breath, he looks so hot some people are turning heads on him. He did tried everything not to be noticed.

Vegas pulled his cock out of Pete's hole and Pete quickly pulled his pants and underwear up. Vegas used his handkerchief to clean his hands that has a lot of his cum.

He then leave to wash it on the comfort room.

"I wish I was him."

Pete looked at the man in front of him.

"Is he good? Is he your boyfriend?"

Pete frowned.

And feel like his heart was pierced by something as he heard the last question.

"None of your business." Pete simply said and playfully wiping his thumb on his lower lip.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous! My man Vegas was so lucky! I hope he keep you to him because I'm always ready to steal other's man."

Pete chuckled, he sips in his wine and looked at him in the eye., "Watch your mouth and keep that cum until it reach my pretty ass if you're lucky like your brother, Las?"
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