Finally, indeed. Vegas craved Pete like his lungs needed air and he was determined to devour him. He wanted his hands all over his husband, but they were occupied fumbling with the bottle of oil he grabbed. While he worked on coating his fingers, he pushed himself against Pete, pulse racing so quickly Vegas was sure Pete could feel his heart pounding.

Once he was done with the oil, Vegas delved his hand back into the water and between the cleft of Pete's ass cheeks. He wasted no time in seeking out his prize, rubbing his slicked fingertips against that tight ring of muscle.