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Pete was so grateful for the slower pace even if it was still mindblowingly intense. What he would have given to be able to run his hands over Vegas in return but he refused to ask for that. Instead he just gave in to what was happening, rolling his body as best he could to match the pace of it all. Because he needed this so badly. Fuck his body being tried. He wanted to be with his husband.
Moaning out the man's name again and again, he let his eyes flutter closed. His body still had arousal but it was definitely having trouble getting it up again. He'd already cum three times in a row. Pete barely paid attention to that, just lulling his head to the side to offer so much more of his neck to Vegas. Let him have everything that wasn't covered in diamonds.
Moaning out the man's name again and again, he let his eyes flutter closed. His body still had arousal but it was definitely having trouble getting it up again. He'd already cum three times in a row. Pete barely paid attention to that, just lulling his head to the side to offer so much more of his neck to Vegas. Let him have everything that wasn't covered in diamonds.
Vegas stuttered Pete's name against his throat, lips never leaving his skin even as he gasped and moaned. He wouldn't take it personally if Pete couldn't get off again. It's already been a lot and Vegas was rather proud of that. Besides, they had the rest of the night. And every night after.
To Vegas, it felt like time was slowing down. Like they'd already been doing this for hours. In truth, it was probably a handful of minutes before he pushed Pete onto his back so he could fuck him with more vigor. He angled his hips just so to strike his prostate in the hopes of making him cum just one more time.
To Vegas, it felt like time was slowing down. Like they'd already been doing this for hours. In truth, it was probably a handful of minutes before he pushed Pete onto his back so he could fuck him with more vigor. He angled his hips just so to strike his prostate in the hopes of making him cum just one more time.
Surprisingly, Vegas woke early that morning. One might think with as little sleep as they'd managed it would be another of those sleeping-past-noon days, but no. He was bright and early, slipping from their bed to go make his boyf-- husband some breakfast. He suspected that Pete might not be getting out bed for a while.
After a brief visit with Kinn in the kitchen, Vegas returned to their room with a tray of food: two bowls of jok and some tea (he'd die for some coffee, but the tea will have to suffice for now). Setting it beside the bed, he gently shook the lump under the blankets that was Pete.
"Baby, wake up. Time to eat."
After a brief visit with Kinn in the kitchen, Vegas returned to their room with a tray of food: two bowls of jok and some tea (he'd die for some coffee, but the tea will have to suffice for now). Setting it beside the bed, he gently shook the lump under the blankets that was Pete.
"Baby, wake up. Time to eat."
Pete cried out as he fell hard against the bed, only to continue his cries as he was slammed into. Tears fell down from the corners of his eyes and he sobbed as he felt spots appear in his vision. It was all so much. So, so much. He couldn't hold on anymore. He just couldn't...
Barely anything came out when he came and he choked on his own sounds. Darkness was falling but he held on until Vegas came too before passing out, bound hands still wrapped around his husband's neck and a blissful smile on his lips.
Barely anything came out when he came and he choked on his own sounds. Darkness was falling but he held on until Vegas came too before passing out, bound hands still wrapped around his husband's neck and a blissful smile on his lips.
He hadn't slept this hard in his entire life. Not even after recovering from being shot or recovering from his injuries that Vegas had given him. But he was so happily fucked out that Pete didn't even noticed the time passing. He almost didn't even noticed the hand gently shaking him awake but he was too well attuned to Vegas to ignore it.
Groaning softly, he rolled under the blankets before finally managing to poke his head out with squinting eyes. "...what year is it?"
Groaning softly, he rolled under the blankets before finally managing to poke his head out with squinting eyes. "...what year is it?"
Vegas wasn't far behind his husband. He didn't pass out, but he was exhausted. It's been a whirlwind of a night and they both needed a break. A few minutes passed while Vegas caught his breath before he moved. Pete was out so Vegas was able to slip away long enough to clean himself up and bring back a cloth to wipe down Pete's skin as well. Then he freed his husband's wrists and gathered Pete up in his arms to sleep. Chances were high that they'd go again when they woke up, but for now, Vegas just savored the weight of Pete against him.
"I dunno," he quipped. They're in old-timey Japan so he really doesn't have a clue. Vegas sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hand over what he thought was Pete's arm under the covers. "But it's breakfast time, I know that. C'mon, I'll help you sit up."
Slipping a hand out, he rubbed his face then let Vegas help him to sit up. His hips and back protested the fact but he ignored them. He wasn't asking for their opinion anyway. His wrists were still a lovely red from the night before but that didn't bother him as he brought his fingers up to the collar around his neck and smiled a bit.
Last night was definitely so real. "What'd you make?"
Last night was definitely so real. "What'd you make?"
He propped up some pillows for Pete to rest against and then took his elbow to help him move. Vegas could tell Pete was still feeling last night and he preened a little in satisfaction. The self-satisfaction softened into something less sharp and warmer as Pete's fingers brushed against the diamonds around his throat.
He turned to grab a bowl off the tray and held it out to Pete, the matching diamond cuff still around his wrist. Last night was very real.
"Jok," he answered, offering a smile. "I didn't wanna wake you to ask what you wanted."
He turned to grab a bowl off the tray and held it out to Pete, the matching diamond cuff still around his wrist. Last night was very real.
"Jok," he answered, offering a smile. "I didn't wanna wake you to ask what you wanted."
His smile grew when he saw the cuff on Vegas' wrist. Neither of them were ever taking these off except maybe to clean them. He was sure of that. Just like the rings on their hands.
Married. Fuck. They were really married.
Taking the bowl, he carefully held it on his lap since his arms still felt pretty weak at the moment. "It smells good," he murmured as he breathed in the delicious smell.
Married. Fuck. They were really married.
Taking the bowl, he carefully held it on his lap since his arms still felt pretty weak at the moment. "It smells good," he murmured as he breathed in the delicious smell.
Pete blinked as the bowl was taken from him. His arms had been that shaky had they. But Vegas seemed ready to feed him anyway and he ended up laughing softly before parting his lips so that way he could accept the bite. He'd hate this for anyone else doing it but for Vegas it was nice and it showed how much he really wanted to be better for him.
"It tastes good too."
"It tastes good too."
Well, it's a step up from trying to drown Pete in soup. Maybe he's just taking responsibility for putting Pete in this state. It's the least he could do, right? Besides, Pete's his now in every way. It's his duty to take care of him.
But he still can't help the feeling of pride welling up at the compliment. Vegas flashes him a soft smile and offers another spoonful.
"Glad you like it."
But he still can't help the feeling of pride welling up at the compliment. Vegas flashes him a soft smile and offers another spoonful.
"Glad you like it."
Eating obediently, he let his arms rest in his lap. The food really was good. Filling but easy on the stomach after a very busy night. Though partway through, he had to pause and burst out laughing for a second. To Vegas he gave the biggest smile.
"You're my husband."
Pete just couldn't stop being happy about that.
"You're my husband."
Pete just couldn't stop being happy about that.
That smile was infectious. Vegas abandoned the spoon in the bowl in favor of taking Pete's left hand in his own. The hands that bore the rings that led to their whole married state. His thumb stroked across Pete's hand and Vegas' smile went soft.
"Damn right I am. That means you have to love and cherish me."
"Damn right I am. That means you have to love and cherish me."
"I'm going to. For the rest of our lives."
He laughed again, smile so wide as he gave Vegas' hand a squeeze. Right now he felt happier than he ever had been. Even happier than when they'd left the temple last night. Knowing that all of this was real. That they'd decided this all on their own. Everything felt so right and perfect.
"Now you have to take care of me for the rest of our lives too."
He laughed again, smile so wide as he gave Vegas' hand a squeeze. Right now he felt happier than he ever had been. Even happier than when they'd left the temple last night. Knowing that all of this was real. That they'd decided this all on their own. Everything felt so right and perfect.
"Now you have to take care of me for the rest of our lives too."
Really, Pete? Oh, what a look that earned. "Isn't that what I'm fucking doing?"
Still, he couldn't think of a better fate than taking care of Pete for the rest of their lives. Everything was so spur-of-the-moment, but he's truly happier than he can remember being... Well, maybe it ranks right up there with waking up after being shot and finding Pete there. It's close.
The glare melted into a smile and Vegas leaned in for a light kiss.
"I'm yours, Pete Theerapanyakul."
Still, he couldn't think of a better fate than taking care of Pete for the rest of their lives. Everything was so spur-of-the-moment, but he's truly happier than he can remember being... Well, maybe it ranks right up there with waking up after being shot and finding Pete there. It's close.
The glare melted into a smile and Vegas leaned in for a light kiss.
"I'm yours, Pete Theerapanyakul."
He laughed even as he accepted the kiss. Because this was exactly what Vegas was doing and he loved every fucking second of it. Just as much as he loved the man himself. He didn't know how their lives had ended up here but it didn't matter anymore. He would just accept it and look ahead of them.
"I like how my name sounds like that."
"I like how my name sounds like that."
Vegas liked how it sounded, too. It was yet another choice Pete made that left him breathless. He didn't have to change his name. Just like he didn't have to open to Vegas in the safehouse. He didn't need to sleep with him then, didn't need to hand him to rope. Didn't need to chase him after the attempted coups. So many times Pete chose him and it made his chest ache to think about it. Pete, who'd seen him at his worst, who'd seen how quickly he is to anger, and how very pathetic he could be, still chose him. It was all too easy to forget how much he hated himself with Pete at his side.
"Kinn tell you about his plans?" he's sure they've discussed it, but Vegas wanted to hear Pete's thoughts on the whole 'what next' question.
"Kinn tell you about his plans?" he's sure they've discussed it, but Vegas wanted to hear Pete's thoughts on the whole 'what next' question.
"I told him it was a terrible idea to have the two of us living with him."
Pete was very frank about that fact, looking down at his wrists as he thought about how loud they had been last night. Oh boy. He had to wonder who had heard all the screams. Because they seriously hadn't been holding back. That was for damn sure. Still, he had no regrets as he looked back to Vegas with a smile.
"But yeah. He said he wants to find a house for all of us to live in together. He wanted to know if I thought the East or West would be better and I told him East would suit us better."
Pete was very frank about that fact, looking down at his wrists as he thought about how loud they had been last night. Oh boy. He had to wonder who had heard all the screams. Because they seriously hadn't been holding back. That was for damn sure. Still, he had no regrets as he looked back to Vegas with a smile.
"But yeah. He said he wants to find a house for all of us to live in together. He wanted to know if I thought the East or West would be better and I told him East would suit us better."
"He's pretty adamant about us all sticking together." Vegas thought he was just lonely without Porsche. He couldn't really fault Kinn for that. He'd be a mess without Pete here to keep him sane. It's hard to exist without purpose. Now, without all the Family's politics to worry about, Pete was Vegas' purpose.
He gives Pete a curious look since he hadn't seen much of either East or West at this point. "Why do you think that?"
He gives Pete a curious look since he hadn't seen much of either East or West at this point. "Why do you think that?"
"It's more urban. Not like we're used to but more so than the West. It's also closer to some seedier areas which would be an advantage for us. And a chance for you to have some fun now that you're better."
Pete gave him a knowing smile. After all, he had a good memory and he knew his husband well. "I remember the face of every person at that meeting I went to with Tay. And I gathered names for the faces."
Pete gave him a knowing smile. After all, he had a good memory and he knew his husband well. "I remember the face of every person at that meeting I went to with Tay. And I gathered names for the faces."
A brow arched. Was he really offering them up for Vegas' vengeance? If anyone knew what that could entail, it was Pete. A smile spread over his face. Yes, Vegas would like to get to know those people specifically. Even if he didn't kill them, he'd teach them a lesson they wouldn't soon forget.
"I guess we'll have to pay a visit when you're feeling better."
"I guess we'll have to pay a visit when you're feeling better."
"It's a good thing I'm in very good hands then."
And he leaned forward to open his mouth to ask for more food. But there was a darkness in his eyes that spoke to the psychopath only one man had ever seen and acknowledged. Everyone else thought he was a puppy but never Vegas. So he was happy to get his energy back so he could show Vegas to where all those people were.
And he leaned forward to open his mouth to ask for more food. But there was a darkness in his eyes that spoke to the psychopath only one man had ever seen and acknowledged. Everyone else thought he was a puppy but never Vegas. So he was happy to get his energy back so he could show Vegas to where all those people were.
Vegas grinned in an unhinged sort of way, truly gleeful at the thought of harming others together with Pete. Well, these particular people deserved it for trying to harm Pete first. So it was just karma, really.
He lifted the bowl and scooped up a spoonful to feed his husband. Now it was Vegas' turn to marvel at their newly married state. Was there a more perfect person for him than Pete? Pete could be himself with Vegas. All of himself, not just the palatable parts.
Once Pete took the bite, Vegas changed the subject just slightly.
"I'm thinking about opening a bar."
He lifted the bowl and scooped up a spoonful to feed his husband. Now it was Vegas' turn to marvel at their newly married state. Was there a more perfect person for him than Pete? Pete could be himself with Vegas. All of himself, not just the palatable parts.
Once Pete took the bite, Vegas changed the subject just slightly.
"I'm thinking about opening a bar."
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