Would Pete be able to escape before Vegas had his way? Even with one hand occupied holding Pete down, Vegas reached for the lube he'd dropped on the bed. Getting it onto his fingers would be difficult, so he simply drizzled the slick oil down the crevice between Pete's asscheeks. The bottle fell back on the bed when Vegas was satisfied there was enough of it. He pressed his fingers where the lube trickled, rubbing it against Pete's hole before pressing two fingers in.