One hand moved between them to capture Pete's cock. Neither of them were going to last long, but he wanted to make sure Pete got off, too. Vegas jerked his dick in time with his thrusts, grunting and panting and paying no attention at all to the water sloshing over the edge of the tub. All that mattered was chasing their pleasure. Vegas' free hand moved to across Pete's back to grip his shoulder with bruising force, holding him as if he might try to rise up and escape the eager fucking.

"C'mon, baby," he grated out breathlessly. "Cum for me..."