The kiss was violent and passionate, everything they were honestly. They were a pair of monsters fucking and it was perfect for that reason. Pete moaned right into that mouth as fingers dug into him, nails biting his skin. That sound turned into a cry once those hips started to move. He couldn't even keep up with the pace that was set, left entirely at the mercy of his husband even if he was the one who was sitting on top of him at the moment.

Sobs soon spilled out with the moans, the pain and pleasure mixed so perfectly together as they splashed water out of the bath. Gasping for air against those tempting lips, Pete held on tighter to Vegas' hair, certainly giving the most pleasant pulling sensation imaginable.

"Vegas...Vegas..." He couldn't stop saying his name. They'd barely started and he was already almost done. The pace was just too much for him to keep up with.