And I Will Consume You

52

"Huh?" Vegas asked, not quite sure what Pete meant, but understanding the implications perfectly well. "You... You like when I take charge right? Well.. from now on... How about we take turns? I'm tired of always waiting for you to make the first move, and now that Venice is here, we haven't been able to... You know... As much."

Vegas remained silent, still not sure if he a hundred percent understood. Was Pete saying he wanted to dom? Because that wouldn't happen in a million years. And even if it did, he'd end up being the one getting fucked anyway. "Are you saying you want to Dom me, princess?" Vegas finally spoke up again, genuinely curious. It would be a treat to see the other try and command when he was always the one to make sinful noises and lewd faces the second Vegas laid as much as a fingertip on his sensitive skin.

"Hell no, I'm happy with how things are now, but I want to try..." Pete stammered a bit, unsure if he should finish his sentence or not. What he was about to say was too embarrassing to just say casually. "...I want to try something new..."

Watching Pete shift and squirm nervously had instantly caught Vegas' attention. Why was he so nervous? He wasn't even this embarrassed when asking for sex normally, why would he be now? "I want to try..." Pete tried again, but words evaded him. He couldn't find what he was looking for to be able to push beyond the very top of his tongue, so he chewed on it instead. "You know I won't judge you, baby"

This didn't help much. In fact, it only seemed to make Pete's anxiety worse. Would Vegas judge him? Surely not. But would he agree to it? Would he even consider it? Would it be something he'd be into? Who knows ... Taking a deep breath, Pete kept his lungs full until they were screaming for oxygen, a burning sensation in his chest and a slight fuzziness in his death that had managed to distract him from the situation long enough to spit it all oht in one breath. "BDSM.  I know we've done plenty of the bondage and masochism stuff, but I want to try exploring further into it... Dom-sub stuff, pet play... I dont know let's just do what you like"

That was... A bit unexpected, but Vegas couldn't help but smile. Pete was insecure about something like that? While Vegas owned a wall full of sex toys with a variety of uses so far beyond anything he could ever imagine. He had only just now realized that he'd never properly trained Pete to be his Pet, to be his sub. He'd gotten too impatient and skipped straight to the fucking. And, while the sex was great of course, he didn't mind the chance of seeing Pete in a submissive state like that even outside of intimate scenes. "I won't be easy on you, dear. You know that, right?" Pete nodded affirmatively. "And you know that I won't repeat myself. I'll be more forgiving at first, but don't think you can get away with it easily." Pete nodded yes again. "But you still want it?"

Pete gulped hard. This was Vegas asking for formal consent. This was Vegas asking if he was sure. This was confirmation. He couldn't tell if what he was feeling was pure excitement or terror or something in between, but it brought adrenaline to his veins either way and that was enough. "Our usual safe words, what are they?" Vegas asked blatantly, slow, ominous steps slowly starting to circle the boy in the centre of it all, still wrapped in a blanket and cowering under the powerful dominant aura radiating from the others body like poison gas. "Stoplight system... Green, yellow, red" Pete said sheepishly, already blushing just having to recall such a shameful memory out loud. Vegas, however, didn't seem at all phased by his partners bashfulness, in fact feeling rather motivated by it. "How do you address me, baby? Politely."

Pete swallowed hard, his fingertips gripping into the fabric draped around his shoulders until they turned pale. "Daddy, master, sir." He listed again, noticing how the other had paused in his circling briefly, if just for a second, before he started up again like a machine. "How do we talk to our master, kitten?" Pete hesitated, not quite sure what to say. They hadn't done this properly before, and it was clear his eyes were searching for any form of assistance from his lover who stood waiting patiently before him once again. "Politely. I don't want to hear a single rude word out of you, not a single demand. You will beg and you will obey, do you hear me?

"Yes sir"

"Good boy"

"One more... Just one." Vegas growled, his fingers making their way to the fabric hiding Pete's naked body before pulling it away in one swift, effortless motion, and watching it drop to the floor in a pile. "...Who do you belong to?" The air had thickened around Pete's throat, so tight he could barely breathe and felt the heat of his body pulsate like a furnace, unsure if he was running out of fuel or if the fire had just now been lit.

"You, master. Only you."

Vegas was just about at the end of his rope when he noticed just how red his partners face was getting, even under the scarlet hues of the room and the awful backlighting casting his figure into a silhouette of darkness. His skin was radiating the kind of heat you could smell, the precursor to sex, and the very tension in the boys bones made it clear what he was looking for. "Submit to me. Give me the power to do whatever I please, and I will rain heaven upon you in a way you've never known."Vegas reached his hand out, palm to the sky, waiting expectantly for the other to take, to give him what he desired and to become nothing but the husk of a man, ready and willing to do anything to please his partners ever last command and twisted erotic desires. And he did. Pete gave him his hand, gave Vegas the power he needed to control, and then it started.

As if with the flick of a switch, the dark, steely gaze that stood like an iron statue towering over him, was now burning with lust, desire, and dominance in a way it never had before. A glimpse of this alone would have been enough to send Pete spiralling, but he couldn't look away. Not for a second. Completely and entirely captivated by that stare, Pete didn't even notice when he felt his knees buckle under his partners command, he didn't even notice that he got on his knees, hands in either thigh respectively and sitting patiently to await his next order- eyes forever locked onto the owner of his soul.

"My perfect pet. No wonder Kinn adored you so... I should have taken you for myself so much sooner"