No Tricks for Good Boys [+18]

Treats - Part 1

Note: I divided the last chapter because it was really too long. Next part later tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy🤍

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Vegas was never the kind to kiss, let alone on a first, devastating rendez-vous that was supposed to a cheap Halloween party as an excuse to enjoy a sensual and kinky night with a cute guy. And no clothes involve.

Kissing was not his style. Kissing was reserved for partners—the ones who actually stuck around, the ones who could see every broken edge of who he was and not flinch. The rare ones who knew he wasn't the clean-cut professional everyone saw but a wicked pervert, a control freak like the whispering voices said behind his back at the office, the one who needed that darker side to feel alive. He certainly never wasted a kiss on someone from work. But here he was, breaking all his own rules for that clueless, overachieving brand coordinator with those fake vampire fangs. The one who'd looked into Vegas's underworld and... stayed. The one who even asked Vegas to let him in, to show him the parts most people ran from.

Pete deserved that kiss.

Vegas was leading, but, to be fair, Pete didn't go down without a fight. No, he was matching Vegas hunger and took what he wanted—his arms tight around Vegas's neck, pulling him close, his chest pressed flush against him. Their kiss was a smooth collision of heat and need and dominance, lips and tongues tangling in a back and forth, a bit of teeth nipping here and there, each tug and bite eased by the soft, velvety licks that followed. Vegas could feel Pete's pulse racing as they melted deeper into each other, each movement of their lips feeling less and less like a stolen moment and more like the beginning of something that had been building for a long, long time.

Five years, actually.

Vegas's head was spinning, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. His blood was racing south, flooding, making him harder than he could remember being in a long time. He wanted Pete—badly, violently, enough that it bordered on obsession. He wanted to unravel this gorgeous, nerdy guy piece by piece, to show him the gates of heaven and personally guide him through every way possible to reach cloud nine. Vegas wasn't a god, but right now he wanted to be, just to have the honor of breaking Pete apart and putting him back together, carefully, completely.

And have the pleasure to do that all over again.

They broke the kiss at the same time, both gasping for air— or reason— but neither of them really wanted it to end. Pete felt in a daze, his eyes unfocused, blurry, as he tried to pull himself back to reality. But he was clearly struggling to gather his thoughts while his brain was busy dissolving in whatever cosmic pool Mr Vegas had just tossed him into. Mr. Vegas. His voice, his touch, his body, his gaze. His lips. Everything. Mr Vegas was everything Pete hadn't expected, and yet Pete was hooked.

One thing was certain: Mr. Vegas wasn't a liar. He had flaws, sure—plenty, it seemed, like tying and whacking guests without their consent. But lying wasn't one of them, and that kiss was the proof. It had made that perfectly clear in Pete's head. It was, by far, the most intoxicating, breathtaking, and downright sinful kiss Pete had ever experienced in his entire life. He could barely remember how the night had even started, or why it was a "bad idea" to be on his boss's lap, his hands wrapped around his neck, out of breath and hard. Was it socially wrong? Yes, most probably. Did Pete care? Not even a little.

Right now, all he wanted was more.

More of Mr. Vegas looking at him like he wanted to eat him alive. More of his eyes getting darker, practically smoldering with a hunger that seemed to consume every single particle of air between them. More of his heart pounding harder with every touch, every shift of Mr. Vegas's hands, one sliding possessively along his thigh, the other gripping his waist firmly, like he had no intention of letting him go. Pete's arms were draped over Mr. Vegas's shoulders, his fingers unconsciously playing with the hair at the nape of Mr Vegas's neck, so soft and delicate, just like Mr Vegas's lips. Yes, Pete wanted more of Mr. Vegas' lips too.