Vegas' eyes were locked on Pete, watching for every subtle change, every minute twitch in his expression as he was penetrated. What else could he possibly focus on? Once Pete was seated, Vegas lifted his hands to cup his jaw and tilted his head forward until their foreheads touched. Pete felt so tight and hot around him it was all he could do to remember to breathe.

When Pete pulled him in for that kiss, the damn broke. Only a few hours passed since they were last together and already they were starving for each other. Vegas met that kiss with every ounce of passion he could muster, pushing into it until his teeth scraped against Pete's in the ferocity of it. His hands moved from Pete's face to glide over his back, fingers curling to dig his nails into his husband's skin.

And he rolled his hips, pulling slightly back before thrusting up to drive himself deep once more. It was the start of a relentless pace and he groaned into Pete's mouth as he sought more of that sweet friction. He didn't think he'd last long, nor did he want to.