Behind you | VegasPete fanfiction 🔞

part III

The skin under Pete's fingers felt soft and hot, he tasted Vegas, slowly caressing every inch inside him and enjoying the little sweet sounds the man was making.

His eyes followed drops of sweat run down Vegas' back. Pete didn't resist the urge to lick them off, feeling the body under him following his every move, leaning closer. 

Vegas let out a quiet whimper when he felt Pete reach out to touch his longing for attention hardness.

His palm felt like it was burning through Vegas' skin. Pete didn't hurry to move, making Vegas thrust into his hand. Vegas laid his head back, resting it on Pete's shoulder, feeling heat coming from Pete's chest. 

Pete watched Vegas slowly swell in his palm as the man moved his hips. He felt Vegas' faltering breath on his neck as the man turned his head to look into Pete's eyes.

Vegas' hands found their way to Pete's torso, burning the other's skin with the cold metal of his handcuffs.

Pete's hand crawled up Vegas' sweaty arm, getting to his exposed neck, squeezing it, making Vegas slightly close his eyes with a content smile. Pete felt a pounding heartbeat under his fingertips.

"What should I do to you", he did not recognize the low voice coming out of him but judging by the way Vegas loudly exhailed, swallowing the thick saliva, he was feeling it.

Vegas felt like he was dreaming, every inch of his overstimulated body burning with excitation. The grip on his neck becoming tighter gave him the sign to speak. 

"Anything that pleases you. I'm all yours." Vegas knew exactly what he wanted at the moment, his cock leaking with pre-cum, he was so ready for Pete to act but the other waited, making Vegas suffocate without his touch.

He was sorry to stop thrusting into the Pete's hand, trying to lean closer to Pete with his hips, pushing his ass against his cock. 

He felt a little anxious at the thought of being under anyone, a long time has passed since he let anyone top him. But Pete was something else, he was as broken as himself and that made Vegas want him in every way.

He needed to feel Pete inside him, he longed for it so badly. He started feeling desperate. If Pete wanted him to beg, he was ready to beg. If Pete needed him to be dead, he would be willing to end his life right there and then. Pete had total control over him.

But the other took his sweet time, torturing the man for as long as he desired. 

The humid air around them seemed thick and smelled sweeter than syrup, it swallowed the lovers whole.

Pete almost felt pity removing his hand from his man's neck, his hand quickly got replaced by his lips.

Licking and sucking the salty skin, he carefully caressed his fingers over Vegas' dreamy smile, pressing harder until the other opened his mouth, letting Pete's thumb into the hot wetness.

Vegas finally could do at least something to get his mind from the burning desire. He sucked on Pete's fingers, moving his head, showing off his skills at giving head. As if Pete didn't know that already. 

Smirking at how needy the man became, Pete whispered into his ear: 

"Why don't we put that slutty mouth of yours to good use". Suddenly, he turned Vegas facing him and pushing him down on his knees.

He stood there, arms crossed on his chest, nodding at his man.

Vegas knew exactly what he needed to do.

He pressed his face into the man's lower abdomen, picking the pants' band with his teeth, lowering them down to the other's knees.

He felt familiar mouth-watering musky smell as he licked the side of Pete's cock, hugging it with his lips. The other's hands tug on his hair almost immediately as Vegas took the sensitive head into his mouth.