He could taste Pete's desire as easily as he felt the warmth of his skin. It mirrored his own, which he hoped Pete could feel, too. Vegas poured himself into that kiss, archings his body to press himself closer. It was so tempting now that he was feeling better to go for it, but even Vegas knew he'd regret it after. Pete deserved his best.

Before Vegas broke away for air, a hand slid between them, down the length of Pete's torso. Down, down, down until it dipped beneath the waist of his boxers and groped shamelessly at Pete's cock. Even if they couldn't fuck, there was no reason for Pete to suffer.