And I Will Consume You

54

Pete's eyes gently fluttered open, squinting and aching as the sun shined into the chocolate orbs of his gentle, resting face. The thin white sheets that covered his body, dressed only in purple marks and fingerprints, but that same body was the only one there. Vegas had already gotten up, though it was still early. Yawning with a gentle stretch of his arms, Pete finally sat up, ignoring the tingling burn of his lower back, and got up to wash himself of the sin still stuck to his nakedness. Though the shower was brisk and short, it was comfortable and thorough enough to ensure every inch of his figure was cleansed of sweat and smell, replaced instead by a faint floral scent and later the mist of a Dior cologne. While Pete did put care into drying his hair and styling it, dressing up was less of an issue as he knew it was just him and Vegas upstairs at the moment, so he wouldn't have to worry about guards seeing him. 

Slipping on an oversized shirt just barely long enough to cover his modesty, Pete decided on simple black boxers and a pair of black socks that reached just above his knees. Vegas had bought them for him a while ago, but he'd never worn them as it had still been too hot outside to bear. But now that early december had come and the season for comfortable attire was nye, he didn't mind the thought of wearing them casually anymore. Beyond the 'casual' dress, Pete also had a dainty gold necklace draped elegantly around his neck and resting on his pronounced collar bones, ending in a small charm with nothing but one letter sumbtly engraved in it. 'V'. How long had it been now? Four, five months? Six maybe? And while both he and Vegas knew he was too easily embarassed a man to wear a choker or anything even mildly degrading in public, a cute little necklace with the subtle engraving would be more than enough to let others know who he belonged to - mind, body and soul. That along side the gallery of hickies all over his body that both made him look like an abused angel and a cheap whore; though the former was the only true of the two options. 

Shuffling sleepily across the hall and to Vegas' office, gently cracking his knucles against the wood and opening the door without bothering to wait for an answer. There Vegas sat, dressed in the usual black pants and silky button up shirt, typing away at his laptop though he looked furious doing so. Well maybe not furious, but certainly aggitated. He continued typing, not having heard the faint knock over his own sighs, sighing one more time before falling to lay back in the leather upholstery and taking a moment to assess what he'd written. He was in the middle of a trade deal and it was starting to get on his nerves. Sure, the time difference was only two hours behind Seoul, but those two hours make all the difference when it's the morning. Buying a business wasn't nearly as hard as people gave it credit for, but it was an annoying process that took a lot of time; this being a perfect example. No, Vegas wasn't buying drugs or information on anything related to the topic, nor was he doing anything illegal. He was actually trying to buy a jewler company called Enzo, almost entirely for the purpose of being able to easily accquire custom pieces for his lover, but also to expand his reach and be able to monopolize on as many sectors of renowned contemprary businesses. 

Knocking thrice again, Pete finally managed to grab Vegas' attention, eyes shooting up almost instantaniously, both surprised to see the boy up so early and being dressed, though his eyes darkened just a little bit the second he noticed the other was yet to wear pants. Vegas simply noded, motioning for Pete to come in and scootching the chair back to make room for Pete to come sit. Where? On his lap of course. They'd both been so exhausted last night that they almost instantly fell asleep, and with his early morning work, Vegas felt the guilt of not being able to attiquitely provide aftercare for his lover the second he moved out from under the sheets. "Why are you up so early, baby?" He asked gently, watching as Pete slowly moved across the room and sat down on his lap, arms loosely around his neck to keep the man close while not greatly restricting his range of motion. "The sun woke me. You're working already? Dont grimace, you'll get wrinkles"

Pete smiled softly his thumb massaging the spot between his brows before placing a gentle kiss there and brushing a strand of hair out of his lover's handsome, sculpted face. The kiss was returned, but this time on the soft, plump, peach lips adorning Pete's mouth. "Get some more sleep, honey. I'll bring you breakfast in a bit. I just need to finish this email... oh... and if you don't at least wear shorts while dressed like this again, I will fuck the shit out of you. I don't care if we're in public or not, I'll do it." Vegas warned, his eyes following the fingertips that caressed the soft skin of his lover's thigh, moving up and up until it reached the hem of his boxers. "Consider this a warning..." His voice trailed off, but the look in his eyes was as intense as ever. His other hand moved to the nape of Pete's neck, holding it stiff to pull him closer into a tender but passionate kiss, forcing the boy to have to lean back, the arm of the chair poking him in the side and drawing forth a muted gasp. Vegas, in his infinite desire, used the opportunity to slip his tongue into the boy's mouth much like he had the night prior. 

This went on for a while, but with a gentle spank to his bottom, Pete jumped up out of Vegas' lap, blushing with embarrassment and holding the spot that had been attacked so shamelessly. "Alright alright... I'm going back to bed for an hour or two... Don't work too hard" He mumbled quietly, turning on the heels of his feet and heading straight for the door again, though he was stopped dead in his tracks before he could escape. "Oh... And Pete.." His husky voice spoke out seductively, almost like a siren song luring the boy into an inescapable trance.

"Hm?"

"Nice necklace."

The End