He was in no mood for this anymore. Whatever arousal he'd had before had flagged. Instead, Pete was left trying to get up but being unable to. And it made it hard to breathe like this, made his collar bite into his neck. The cold feeling of the lube told him that Vegas was really not paying attention to the needs of his partner anymore. Only his own mattered.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Pete made a strangled noise as those fingers pushed into him, squeezing his eyes shut at how it actually hurt because his body wasn't actually turned on presently. Oh sure he was a little hard from before when things were good and the pain was easily going to get him harder. But that did not mean he was turned on mentally or emotionally. He wanted this to stop, hands twisting in the belt.