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.
Cuddling would be good. They could just lounge and be lazy until they got hungry or something else came up to distract them from idleness. After the crying, he was finally getting soft, but still keenly aware that he was inside Pete. He reached under the water to pat his hips.
"Oh is that how it works?" he asked playfully but managed to slide away to go sit next to Vegas. Mainly to give himself a second so his hips and back could work enough to be able to stand up and get out. Or at least help Vegas with the whole process. Either way it was nice to watch that sexy body rise up out of the water.
Vegas sucked in a breath when Pete moved and lingered just a moment more before gripping the edge of the bath to push himself to his feet. Once he stepped out of the tub, he wrapped a towel around his waist, then threw another over his arm before turning to offer a hand to Pete. He might need a little more than one hand to get out, but Vegas was prepared for that.
Here went nothing. Taking that hand, he did manage to get up. But he also managed to fall against Vegas, arms reaching out to wrap around the man as he yelped. Blinking, he looked up at him then burst out laughing. "Oops!"
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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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"I can't move until you do, babe."
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