The need to press himself to Vegas was strong. He could have easily forgotten how hurt the man was. Could have. But he didn't. Pulling back, he panted, eyes dazed as he gazed at him. The very last thing he wanted to do was push Vegas more than they already had.

"...hurt. You're hurt," he got out, the regret written all over his face. "If you keep going like that I'm going to get turned on again."