And I Will Consume You

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Pete felt a shiver run down his spine as Vegas ground his hips into him, his own legs wrapped around the waist of the other. Vegas' tongue wasn't shy to sneak its way into Pete's mouth, exploring as much as it could as he carried Pete to the playroom... Their playroom. The place where it had all started. And this time Vegas was going to go all out. He wanted to do so much more than just fuck Pete. He wanted to eat him alive. Laying Pete down on the bed gently, Vegas stood up and looked down at him, still standing between his legs and taking a moment to admire his lover's beauty. He'd said it before and he'll repeat it a million times again; this boy was divine. There wasn't a single flaw in his body, not a single spot he didn't want to kiss, not a dip or curve he didn't want to touch. His body was so perfect in every way. He was squishy enough to thoroughly enjoy the softness of his skin and fit enough to see the outline of muscle in his arms, abs, or pecks. While Vegas had begun stripping the boy of his clothes, he admired every last one of these features, smiling to himself as he did so. He himself was fit but not bulky as his muscles were more defined than they were large. Pete preferred it that way though. He liked how perfectly Vegas fit on top of him and he'd rather have him stay skinny than become a huge think of muscle. Not that Pete didn't enjoy a good hunk, but Vegas just so happened to have something bigger than his muscles that Pete couldn't be more pleased with.

When Vegas finally reached Pete's pants, he took his time undoing the buckle of his belt and pulling them down, making a point to leave his boxers on though they too had slid down a bit with the removal of his trousers, exposing both his v-line and his tattoo. Finally his fingers reached the hem of the others boxers, pulling them down just a tiny bit further to fully expose his tattoo, placing a gentle kiss on the word 'honesty' and then removing the fabric entirely. "Let's make tonight last... Shall we?" Vegas grinned, purring to himself as he watched Pete's head fall to rest lazily on the mattress of the bed. This probably wasn't a good idea. No, it most definitely wasn't, but that didn't matter. Neither Vegas nor Pete could care less about anything else right now. It was unfair- everything they'd experienced just today, so it was only natural for them to want some sort of distraction, right? Vegas honestly wasn't sure of anything anymore right now. He wasn't sure if Venice actually was his brother if his mother was actually sick or just abandoning another one of her children. He didn't know anything at all; nothing other than that he loved Pete. No, that wasn't right either. There was no word that could ever describe the intensity of his infatuation with Pete. He was obsessed in every sense of the word, he was jealous and worried and protective all at once all the time. Pete was the first person in his entire life that seemed to care genuinely. Care for how he was feeling, and what he was doing. Pete was the one person he knew would care if he disappeared, but it had taken him a while to get there. Even so, even though they'd had a tough journey already, and whilst they knew it would get bumpy along the way again, they were both more than willing to devote themselves in their entirety to one another for the rest of eternity.

Pete's hands had found their way to the hem of Vegas' pants in the meanwhile, gently biting his lip as he watched the fabric fall and reveal what had him both figuratively and literally on his knees. The other leaned down, moving Pete's legs aside to make more room for himself; allowing their lips to meet for another tender kiss before moving down to taste the skin of Pete's neck to leave a handful of marks on all of Pete's favorite places. Vegas' hands, however, weren't exploring Pete's body at all. Instead, they were feeling around for a little something special they hadn't played with in a while, and with the flip of a switch, Pete knew exactly what it was. The toy buzzed gently in Vegas' hand, vibrating quite intensely though it was only on a low setting. Next Vegas reached for a small bottle of lube, spreading the thick substance on his fingers and the toy before gently pushing it inside Pete who gasped and whined at the sudden and rather violent stimulation. Vegas pushed the toy further into him until Pete jolted with a pitiable moan. His expression was so innocently blissful and hellishly sinful at once that the sight alone damn near made Vegas moan. He kept his fingers inside, even as he turned up the intensity, watching as Pete writhed in delight; his moans now filling the stodgy air until he was gasping for a breath. Even so, the other didn't stop. He derived his pleasure off of watching Pete struggle and while his hands werent bound together, he knew all too well not to touch himself. Watching the beads of sweat form on Petes skin was all Vegas needed go get off, though he most certainly wouldn't waste the oppertunity to fuck the life out of him. Vegas turned the setting up as high as it went, smirking to himself as he stood back and listened to those hoarse, breathless screams of pleasure just long enough to get Pete closer to the edge before finally turning it off again and gently pulling it out. Pete whined at the sudden lack of friction, his hands gripping tightly at the bedsheets and his toes curled with anticipation. "What do we say?" Vegas beckoned with a smirk as to encourage him to beg for it. "Please...Daddy" Pete mumbled through half lidded eyes, a sly grin rising to his face. This is what Vegas wanted when he told Venice to call him daddy and Pete papa, right?

"I wanna feel you"

Somehow Pete never failed to shatter Vegas' perceptions. Vegas used to be the type of man to. know exactly what he wanted, but now? Now he didn't even know where to start. He wanted to do it all at once. Without further warning, he pushed himself inside, one hand making its way to Petes mouth and the other gripping the boys waist as to support his own deep thrusts. Petes head shot back, his muffled screams useless under Vegas' grip as his hand squeezed the boys face. Vegas knew exactly how to drive Pete crazy. Maybe it was the roll of his hips or the occasional sloppy and intense kisses, or maybe even just the pace at which he managed to move at so consistently. Pete didn't know exactly what it was, or if it was the combination of all of the above, but what he did know was that he would never get bored of this. Sex with Vegas was way beyond anything heaven could ever offer him. It was masterful consummate euphoria. A mix of happiness and satisfaction so vividly intense it was easily double the high of any drug. Vegas tilted his head back, a deep, raspy groan echoing out from the back of his throat letting Pete know just how close he was. Pete had already reached his limit long ago, but was holding out as best he could both for his own pleasure and for Vegas' sake. What was the point of sex if you couldn't please your partner too?