So much. It was so much. Yet he still wanted more. Pete craved it as he felt those fingers stretching and stretching. Probably they could have used more oil but he didn't care about that. He was this close to feeling that cock buried inside him, massive and hard and hot.

"Yes. More. Give me more, Vegas."

It sometimes amazed him how confident he felt now to ask for things like this. To demand it. And to know that it was okay if he got it or if he didn't. As long as it was his husband then he knew that he was going to enjoy it because what they had went beyond anything spoken or physical. Lowering his head now, Pete gave the man a smile that was almost manic.

"More."