They definitely should have used more oil. He could feel that as he was lowered onto that huge dick that his husband had. But he savored the pain it brought him as he cried out and gasped, forcing himself to relax until he'd fully taken Vegas inside of him. Panting hard, Pete gazed at Vegas with his mouth hanging open to get more air in lungs.
"Fuck..."
Vegas felt so good like this inside of him. Huge and hard and his. No one else could have this and it was so much that he could know that. Giving him a smile, he pulled on his hair to guide him into a needy and even starving kiss.
Vegas' eyes were locked on Pete, watching for every subtle change, every minute twitch in his expression as he was penetrated. What else could he possibly focus on? Once Pete was seated, Vegas lifted his hands to cup his jaw and tilted his head forward until their foreheads touched. Pete felt so tight and hot around him it was all he could do to remember to breathe.
When Pete pulled him in for that kiss, the damn broke. Only a few hours passed since they were last together and already they were starving for each other. Vegas met that kiss with every ounce of passion he could muster, pushing into it until his teeth scraped against Pete's in the ferocity of it. His hands moved from Pete's face to glide over his back, fingers curling to dig his nails into his husband's skin.
And he rolled his hips, pulling slightly back before thrusting up to drive himself deep once more. It was the start of a relentless pace and he groaned into Pete's mouth as he sought more of that sweet friction. He didn't think he'd last long, nor did he want to.
The kiss was violent and passionate, everything they were honestly. They were a pair of monsters fucking and it was perfect for that reason. Pete moaned right into that mouth as fingers dug into him, nails biting his skin. That sound turned into a cry once those hips started to move. He couldn't even keep up with the pace that was set, left entirely at the mercy of his husband even if he was the one who was sitting on top of him at the moment.
Sobs soon spilled out with the moans, the pain and pleasure mixed so perfectly together as they splashed water out of the bath. Gasping for air against those tempting lips, Pete held on tighter to Vegas' hair, certainly giving the most pleasant pulling sensation imaginable.
"Vegas...Vegas..." He couldn't stop saying his name. They'd barely started and he was already almost done. The pace was just too much for him to keep up with.
One hand moved between them to capture Pete's cock. Neither of them were going to last long, but he wanted to make sure Pete got off, too. Vegas jerked his dick in time with his thrusts, grunting and panting and paying no attention at all to the water sloshing over the edge of the tub. All that mattered was chasing their pleasure. Vegas' free hand moved to across Pete's back to grip his shoulder with bruising force, holding him as if he might try to rise up and escape the eager fucking.
"C'mon, baby," he grated out breathlessly. "Cum for me..."
Between that hand and the words, Pete was not going to last a second longer. With a choked cry, he came into the water with his entire body trembling from it. Gasping, he shivered and let himself cling more to Vegas, trying to keep moving his hips so that his husband could cum too. So he could feel that hot seed filling him up and knowing that it was all his.
Oh, he wasn't far behind. Feeling Pete tight and quivering around him was too much to bear. Vegas managed a few more hard thrusts before his cock spasmed, buried deep inside his beloved husband. He choked on Pete's name and his whole body went tense as came.
Collapsing against Vegas, he wrapped his arms tight around him and pressed kisses all over his jaw and neck. It didn't matter how sore he was, he felt amazing in this moment. So alive and happy. Pete ended up smiling as he just let himself drape against the man under him.
For his part, Vegas pried his fingers from Pete's shoulder and let his arms wrap around Pete's waist. He leaned in and rested his chin on Pete's probably bruising shoulder, taking a moment to come down. Everything felt sharper, clearer this time, and Vegas was lost in all of it, lost in all of Pete. The weight of his body kept Vegas anchored and they were so close he could feel Pete's heart racing.
Husband. Hearing that come from Vegas and knowing that it meant him felt so good. Pete smiled against his skin that much more and decided that he could be allowed to mark Vegas too. He was his too, after all. So he parted his lips and bit down on his neck so he could leave his own mark behind.
Well, Vegas never said he couldn't. Still, the bite pulled a surprised groan from him and he squirmed beneath Pete. His head fell to the side to give Pete more access and his hands moved to his nips, fingers needing desperately.
Pete moaned loud against his neck and bit harder so he could properly suck at the flesh there. When he was sure that bruise was going to last for several days at least, he pulled back panting, squirming under the touch that he was being given. "Shit, Vegas..."
He had to do something while Pete left his mark. Vegas' body was still overstimulated and he's sure Pete's was, too, which made toying with it that much more wicked. But when Pete squirmed, Vegas gasped as he was still buried inside him.
Flopping against him again, Pete let himself cling and give a little whimper at how good it felt to have Vegas shift inside of him. Nuzzling against him, he let out a little laugh.
He lifts a hand to Pete's face and caresses his cheek with a softness that seems in complete contradiction with their rough fucking and Pete's bite just a moment before.
"The no condom or letting another guy bite you?" He let out another laugh and lifted his head so that way he'd be able to look at Vegas. Lightly, he ran his fingers over the lines of his face, marveling over the handsome features.
"Both, actually." He leaned his head into Pete's touch and let his own hands tangle through his hair. He spent a quiet moment, just letting his eyes roam over Pete's face, drinking in those features he loved so much. Then a jaunty little smirk tugged his lips upward. "You always been a size queen or is that just for me?"
That caused Pete to roll his eyes but smile more all the same. Vegas and his questions. The fucking pervert. He loved this asshole so fucking much. "Don't let it go to your ego but it's all you. I learned that one when we fucked."
Yeah, so what if he's a pervert? He's Pete's pervert!
Hearing that brought a genuine smile to his lips and Vegas, behind the asshole that he is, just had to wiggle his hips a little. A gentle reminder that he hadn't gone soft yet and was still very much buried inside Pete.
The expression faded, leaving something sober and serious in its place. Pete was the only person with whom sex felt like something special. More than just a way to fulfill a certain biological need. Yes, there were the trappings of captivity their first time together. There were ropes and chains, but that was the first time Vegas ever made love to someone. He wondered if Pete knew that... or if he would believe it.
"Ah...fuck..." Pete gasped as he felt that cock shift inside of him. The asshole. He was just about to tease him when he noticed the shift in expression. This was the vulnerable side of Vegas that only he got to see. His husband was thinking of something and wasn't sure how to express it. Was probably doubting he'd be believed if he shared it.
So Pete cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him gently. The contact lingered on until he pulled back with a smile. He would listen and he'd accept. That was what he wanted him to know.
Oh, how Vegas needed that contact. That acceptance. His brows drew together and he felt the tears spring to his eyes. Pete understood him without having to say anything at all. Pete understood Vegas was struggling with something internally and offered him support.
His fingers curled into Pete's hair so he wouldn't move too far away. "I love you, Pete."
He wasn't going anywhere at all. Not away from Vegas and not away from this contact. Instead, Pete just smiled and moved his hands up to stroke through that dark hair. Lightly, he pressed his forehead to Vegas'.
A quiet sob followed. Vegas wrapped his arms around Pete and tugged him as close as he possibly could. Had he ever loved anyone before Pete? Macau, maybe, but not in the same way. Not in that all-seeing, all-consuming way he and Pete loved each other. Yet, he couldn't find the words to ask if Pete understood that; understood how important he was to Vegas. How important his unwavering acceptance was.
Pete moved in close so that way Vegas could easily cling to him. His fingers ran through dark hair as he not only soothed his husband but let him know that it was okay to be vulnerable like this around him. He could cry if he needed to. He would still be there for him and love him.
How did he get so lucky, Vegas wondered. Pete had every reason to hate him and yet... here he was newly married to the monster who kept him captive and tortured him. A monster Vegas saw reflected in Pete's eyes. Something he kept under wraps. Something mostly for Vegas to see? Perhaps going forward.
Vegas clung for a few minutes until his eyes were dry, oh so grateful for Pete's quiet acceptance of his emotional outburst. When he finally pulled away, he swiped the back of his hand over his eyes and sighed.
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"Fuck..."
Vegas felt so good like this inside of him. Huge and hard and his. No one else could have this and it was so much that he could know that. Giving him a smile, he pulled on his hair to guide him into a needy and even starving kiss.
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When Pete pulled him in for that kiss, the damn broke. Only a few hours passed since they were last together and already they were starving for each other. Vegas met that kiss with every ounce of passion he could muster, pushing into it until his teeth scraped against Pete's in the ferocity of it. His hands moved from Pete's face to glide over his back, fingers curling to dig his nails into his husband's skin.
And he rolled his hips, pulling slightly back before thrusting up to drive himself deep once more. It was the start of a relentless pace and he groaned into Pete's mouth as he sought more of that sweet friction. He didn't think he'd last long, nor did he want to.
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Sobs soon spilled out with the moans, the pain and pleasure mixed so perfectly together as they splashed water out of the bath. Gasping for air against those tempting lips, Pete held on tighter to Vegas' hair, certainly giving the most pleasant pulling sensation imaginable.
"Vegas...Vegas..." He couldn't stop saying his name. They'd barely started and he was already almost done. The pace was just too much for him to keep up with.
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"C'mon, baby," he grated out breathlessly. "Cum for me..."
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"You...too..."
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"Pete...!"
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"...I love you, Vegas."
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"I love you, husband."
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This man was his. All his. Let people see that.
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"Fuck..."
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"That was...so good."
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"I've never done that before."
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Hearing that brought a genuine smile to his lips and Vegas, behind the asshole that he is, just had to wiggle his hips a little. A gentle reminder that he hadn't gone soft yet and was still very much buried inside Pete.
The expression faded, leaving something sober and serious in its place. Pete was the only person with whom sex felt like something special. More than just a way to fulfill a certain biological need. Yes, there were the trappings of captivity their first time together. There were ropes and chains, but that was the first time Vegas ever made love to someone. He wondered if Pete knew that... or if he would believe it.
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So Pete cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him gently. The contact lingered on until he pulled back with a smile. He would listen and he'd accept. That was what he wanted him to know.
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His fingers curled into Pete's hair so he wouldn't move too far away. "I love you, Pete."
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"I love you too," he murmured.
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Vegas clung for a few minutes until his eyes were dry, oh so grateful for Pete's quiet acceptance of his emotional outburst. When he finally pulled away, he swiped the back of his hand over his eyes and sighed.
"We're turning pruney."
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"You're a pretty nice looking prune."
They really should get out though. Dry off then go cuddle in the bed.
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