Vegas stuttered Pete's name against his throat, lips never leaving his skin even as he gasped and moaned. He wouldn't take it personally if Pete couldn't get off again. It's already been a lot and Vegas was rather proud of that. Besides, they had the rest of the night. And every night after.

To Vegas, it felt like time was slowing down. Like they'd already been doing this for hours. In truth, it was probably a handful of minutes before he pushed Pete onto his back so he could fuck him with more vigor. He angled his hips just so to strike his prostate in the hopes of making him cum just one more time.