Vegas was sure it would take him longer. But — oh! — feeling Pete’s cock spasm and that hot spurt of cum against his pulled Vegas dangerously close to the edge. His hand guided Pete’s, stuttering in its pace for mere seconds. Could he finish himself? Yes, but it was too important to have Pete be the one to get him there.

Vegas’ voice was pitched and breathless, his hips jerking eagerly as he chased his pleasure. Pete’s name fell from reverent lips. Vegas leaned his forehead against Pete’s and rested his free hand on the bruised side of his neck.