Pete was so grateful for the slower pace even if it was still mindblowingly intense. What he would have given to be able to run his hands over Vegas in return but he refused to ask for that. Instead he just gave in to what was happening, rolling his body as best he could to match the pace of it all. Because he needed this so badly. Fuck his body being tried. He wanted to be with his husband.

Moaning out the man's name again and again, he let his eyes flutter closed. His body still had arousal but it was definitely having trouble getting it up again. He'd already cum three times in a row. Pete barely paid attention to that, just lulling his head to the side to offer so much more of his neck to Vegas. Let him have everything that wasn't covered in diamonds.