And I Will Consume You

47

"Ah~" Pete moaned in a hushed whisper, trying his best not to be loud as he rocked his hips back and forth in his lovers lap whose hands were gripping firmly at his sides. They hadn't done it in this position before and it was, quite frankly, one of the best things Vegas had ever done. Sure, it lacked the usual glam and glitter of collars, chains, whips, and gags, but being able to see Pete's face so clearly, it was just beautiful. Every now and then, a quiet hiss escaped his own lips, trying not to make the stinging pain in his stomach too obvious as he knew Pete would worry. Pete's soft moans continued into sharper, desperate whines as his movements staggered and a shiver rose up his spine. "Ah~ Vegas~..." Pete moaned in a whisper again, his half lidded eyes glistening with desperate tears- even more so as the man he called for grabbed and pulled at his hair to kiss his neck. "Vegas..." Pete gasped again, getting the man's attention and once again pulling away from Pete's neck to look at his flushed face. "W-we should stop... You're wound" Pete started, but Vegas only pulled at his hair harder in protest, thrusting his hips up roughly and pulling a single, loud moan out from Pete's stomach.

"Don't you dare stop now" he growled in response, bringing both hands back to Pete's hips to encourage him to keep moving. "You don't want me to punish you, do you?" Pete whimpered hearing that word, shaking his head meekly. "But I could suck you off instead-" "Shut up" Vegas interrupted. He didn't want a blowjob, he wanted Pete to keep fucking himself on his dick like the little slut he was until they were finished. That wasn't so much to ask, was it? Seeing Vegas lose his patience only added to the adrenaline already pumping through his veins- so gently cruel; the paradoxical epitomy of Vegas love... Rough and sinful but pure all the same. Seeing those fierce eyes look at him warningly, Pete obeyed, the movement of his hips restarting like an engine and his moans quickly picking up the pace along side it as he felt for the angel that made him jolt and writhe with sounds so sinful they might as well have come from a succubus herself.

Vegas too groaned with pleasure, his fingertips digging into Pete's warm, milky thighs as his own hips bucked impatiently. It was a shame they weren't home, or even just him not being allowed to move that much, or he'd have long since tied Pete's hands together with his belt and fucked him until he lost his voice. The warmth of his body... The taste, the scent, everything. It was so addictive. "Keep moaning like that and you'll be the one bed ridden tomorrow"

*

"Huh?!”

Macau sat awkwardly in silence as Pete and his older brother stared at him as if he'd just admitted to commiting a war crime in front of the pope. Now Vegas was no saint, that much was obvious, but he didn't expect his brother to have a soft spot for boys like Porchay. "I mean... I don't think he has a lover" Pete started, not seeming to recall Porsche mentioning it, but then again, Porsche hadn't much talked about his younger brother in such detail. All Pete knew was that he excited, how he looked, and that he had just graduated highschool- now looking into going to university. Not spectacularly unique. Maybe that's what the Theerapanyakul family needed though- some normal. Macau was a sweet boy if he wanted to be, so Pete wasn't too concerned. The only thing he was worried about was Kinn and Porsche. Porsche was protective enough as it was, and Kinn not any less. If Pete knew one thing about his boss, it was that his cousins would definitely not get involved with his boyfriend or his boyfriend's brother.

"Cau, I don't think that's a good idea" Vegas warned simply, knowing all too well what a rage induced punch to his face felt like, no less from Kinn. "So? I think he's cute, getting to know him better wouldn't hurt anybody. Besides, if I do like him, I can hit on him then." Pete sighed. These brothers were more alike they even they might notice. Macau was like a second, more immature and slightly less... Destructive... Vegas. "Alright fine. Do whatever you want. But if you get your head chopped off, I'm not paying for your funeral" Vegas said simply, ruffling the boys hair before pulling him into a playful headlock. "Don't be mean to him, and don't scare him off. Oh, and be prepared to take a punch to the face."

Macau rolled his eyes, shaking his head and getting up off of the bed, stretching his arms up to the sky with a quiet yawn."I'm assuming you're staying here with Hia tonight?" He asked, looking over at Pete who nodded. "Someone has to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid again" Macau chuckled, nodding before turning to look back at Venice who was still soundly sleeping in the recliner chair in the corner of the room "I'll take Venice back then. Well come visit you tomorrow, I'll have him bring yellow chicken curry rice with for you".

"Back where?" Vegas asked, furrowing his brows slightly as he heard his two younger brothers were leaving. "Phi Pete got us a hotel room across the street so we could be close by in case anything happens. Venice doesn't want to be too far away from you too either. Well come visit you first thing tomorrow" he said again, getting Vegas' nod of approval while Pete stood up to help him get what he'd brought over back to the room. "Remember to bring your key card with you everywhere- and Venice. Oh, and make sure to feed him plenty of fruits. He gets peckish. Watching the two from afar, Vegas couldn't help but smile. Pete was so caring, he thought of everything, he was paranoid and stressed and he'd gotten hurt as well, but here he was, insisting to stay by his side, just because he didn't want him to be 'unprotected' on his own.  The word unprotected being in quotations because of the army of bodyguards Standing right outside the door. The only place that wasn't crawling with those thugs was the actual room itself. As much as Pete disliked it, he knew Vegas would go insane if he spent all day virtually chained to a bed with the same three people pacing around his room endlessly. Even Pete himself would rather go to hell than spend the rest of eternity in that purgatory. "Be safe, don't stay up too late, and eat well" Pete said, waving Macau goodbye as he carried his younger brother out with a Gucci bag over his shoulder and a pair of sunglasses blocking his already slightly squinted, dark eyes. They were the exact same shade of brown as Vegas' and a similar shape, though they didn't look all that alike.

"Don't have too much fun without me!"