Yeah, so what if he's a pervert? He's Pete's pervert!

Hearing that brought a genuine smile to his lips and Vegas, behind the asshole that he is, just had to wiggle his hips a little. A gentle reminder that he hadn't gone soft yet and was still very much buried inside Pete.

The expression faded, leaving something sober and serious in its place. Pete was the only person with whom sex felt like something special. More than just a way to fulfill a certain biological need. Yes, there were the trappings of captivity their first time together. There were ropes and chains, but that was the first time Vegas ever made love to someone. He wondered if Pete knew that... or if he would believe it.