Vegas shivers at the touch. He ached to be pressed skin-to-skin against Pete but as long as he's still healing, he's been wearing shirts over the bandages. They should be gone soon, though. He's healing well, though there will likely be scars. That's a bummer with how vain Vegas is. But he knows Pete won't mind them.
"We could always try now..." He wouldn't be able to fuck Pete up the way they both wanted, but they could at least try a little something more than just cuddling.
"I don't want to hurt you." Because last time had messed Vegas up a little. He didn't want to do that to him again. Though with the way his eyes opened it was pretty clear it wouldn't take that much convincing. He needed Vegas as much as the man needed him. And they'd been so fucking patient...
Oh, how he wanted to say yes. An enthusiastic and certain yes. But he really couldn't. It would probably still be too much on his abdominal muscles despite how much he's healed. Vegas closed his eyes and sighed. But he cupped Pete's face with both his hands and shimmied close enough to press his body against the other man's, and tilted his head to claim in his lips in a long, deep kiss. There were still some things they could do.
That kiss was everything even if it wasn't what they wanted in full. Pete sighed into it, lifting his other hand to cup Vegas' face. They would be able to have everything they wanted soon. He could wait for it. Until then he was just so grateful the man had survived so they could be making out like this at all.
He could taste Pete's desire as easily as he felt the warmth of his skin. It mirrored his own, which he hoped Pete could feel, too. Vegas poured himself into that kiss, archings his body to press himself closer. It was so tempting now that he was feeling better to go for it, but even Vegas knew he'd regret it after. Pete deserved his best.
Before Vegas broke away for air, a hand slid between them, down the length of Pete's torso. Down, down, down until it dipped beneath the waist of his boxers and groped shamelessly at Pete's cock. Even if they couldn't fuck, there was no reason for Pete to suffer.
He'd been prepared to just enjoy them making out. This though, this was so much more. Sure it would probably just be a handjob but that was still more than he'd thought he would be getting. It brought out a surprised gasp along with a jerk of his hips. Pressing their foreheads together, Pete's fingers curled against the skin of his boyfriend's back.
"Lemme take care of you," Vegas murmured breathlessly. Pete's been looking after him ever since he was shot. The very least Vegas could do was offer him some relief. Or a reward. Besides, Pete's dick felt good in his hand. Touching him made Vegas' blood run hot and his heart beat harder. And even though he was a little breathless, it was because of their kiss, not any pain he was feeling in his body.
He didn't wait for a response before claiming another kiss. His fingers curled around Pete's cock and began to stroke him in a slow, lazy pace.
Though he wanted to protest, those lips just weren't going to let him. They claimed his and he was left whimpering into the contact instead. Just this little bit of contact and he was already this hard, Pete's hips shifting into the heat of that hand touching him. Thinking about what it would do to him later was making his brain so foggy in the best way possible.
Okay. No protests then. Vegas could take care of him in whatever way he wanted. He'd let him when it felt this good.
There's something thrilling in knowing he can turn Pete on so easily. But the same was true of him: Pete could turn him on with a word, a look, a touch. And Vegas loved it. Maybe because they had an emotionally intimate connection. Everything felt more intense with Pete.
Vegas lets his mouth trail along Pete's jaw, scraping his teeth over skin. Warm wet kisses with the threat of bites moved along his throat until Vegas found a particularly succulent place to gnaw on. The bite was hard, but didn't last long enough to leave impressions. His tongue lapped over the place as if to apologize before he settled for sucking on that tender skin to leave his mark.
And all the while his hand worked in Pete's shorts. Slow, lazy strokes, gentle squeezes, the occasional flick of his thumb over the head.
His entire body jumped at the bite, a soft cry leaving him. The hand at Vegas' back scratched skin a little as he dug his fingers in. Tilting his head back, he exposed more of his neck to the man, letting him suck and bite anywhere he wanted. In the back of his mind he was thinking about how he probably would have to cover that up but it was so far in the back that it almost didn't exist.
"Ve...Vegas..." The hand that wasn't on that strong back when to dark hair instead. Anything to be able to cling since his hands were so free.
If his mouth weren't otherwise occupied, a wolfish grin would've pulled across his lips. Alas, finding another place to nibble was the priority. Poor Pete. He's going to look like he was attacked by some hormonal teenager who doesn't know any better come morning. Vegas was determined to mark him up until he can get that collar. Everyone needed to know Pete was off-limits.
Vegas sighed against saliva-wet skin, then breathed in deep. He could smell sweat and arousal and, oh, it was enough to send a shiver of delight running down Vegas' spine. Even just this was raw and intense. He savored Pete clinging to him, the fingers in his hair, the bite of his nails scraping over Vegas' skin. All this while Pete was hot and hard in his hand. Vegas couldn't get enough of him.
Swallowing hard, he bit his lip. There were going to be so many little bruises all over his neck. Right now he wanted every single one if it meant that Vegas was going to stay close to him. He just needed him so badly. Something made so clear by his moans and his hips rocking to beg for more.
Somewhere in the haze though, he remembered Vegas. Wanting to let the man take care of him but not wanting him neglected. "...you...what about you? I can..."
Touch too. But that was lost in a moan as Vegas managed to do something very nice with his thumb.
"No one's stopping you," Vegas panted out against his throat. He wouldn't say no if Pete wanted to jerk him off, too. But it wasn't mandatory. Vegas was very likely going to roll over and fall asleep when he was done with Pete, so if he was still aroused, it wouldn't be some great burden.
He refused to leave Vegas hard. So his hand left his back to move between them and slide under fabric. Wrapping his hand around that cock, he gave him a squeeze then moved his hand in time with the one moving on his own. Just thinking about when that thing could be in his ass again or down his throat made him groan.
Soon he was wiggling his hips closer so he could encourage their dicks together. So they could both have their hands wrapped around them at the same time. To do this as one.
"Haa--," he sighed out the moment Pete's fingers found his cock. His eyes fluttered closed and he forgot, for a few seconds, that he was busy making Pete his personal chew toy. A groan rumbled deep in his throat when Pete squirmed closer, and Vegas quickly took the hint. It meant a pause in his attention to Pete's cock, but only for as long as it took for Vegas to readjust his grip to rub their dicks together.
Yes. That was what he wanted. Because now he could feel himself rub against Vegas as much as their hands were moving over the both of them. It was hardly a punishing scene but it was still so intense. Pete felt himself get lost in it enough so that his hand in Vegas' hair tightened to cling tighter to him. They were going to make such a mess between them but that though made his heart beat even fast.
"Nnn..." Maybe this wasn't that huge dick inside him but having his meant he could wait for it a little longer.
And thing was better than nothing! At least this sate them for… a few days? Vegas didn’t care as long as he could feel Pete rutting up against him.
“Your dick feels good,” he panted out against Pete’s neck. Vegas mouthed along Pete’s throat, over his chin, and back to his mouth. The first kiss was hard and demanding, bruising in its force. The next was deeper, intended to swallow their moans and cries. Probably a good idea since Vegas picked up the pace of their frotting.
His hand pushed and pulled their most sensitive flesh, squeezing their cocks together for even more friction. His hips rocked to grind his dick against Pete’s. It left him breathless and a litany of half-formed praise was shaped against Pete’s lips.
Vegas didn't even give Pete the chance to say anything back and he didn't even care. He moaned and whimpered into his mouth, tangling their tongues together. It was good he had this to cover up his cries because that hand was guiding his and both were so insistent that he couldn't last even if he wanted to.
With a cry that was swallowed by the lips against his own, Pete came hard between them, his entire body jolting. It was dizzying how good sex was with Vegas and it just made him want and need the man all the more.
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.
Pete was so ready to help his boyfriend to finish too, needing to help him. He held on tight to him as their hands moved while he kept himself close. It was painful really, touching himself while he was so hyper sensitive. Yet that made it that much better. Moaning out the man's name, he jerked his hips as he felt tears at the edge of eyes.
He was going to sleep so well that night. Some part of him could tell already.
Don’t worry, Pete. Vegas wasn’t far behind. Not far at all. He’s a man, too. He knew what Pete must be feeling. The fact that he continued, that he let Vegas continue to grind against him after his own orgasm was fucking erotic… Vegas’ hips jerked in a staccato pattern and he stuttered Pete’s name as he came hard between them.
Their hands, their shirts, their underwear... Even bedding... It was all sticky now. Pete didn't care in the slightest as he kissed him again and again. Then he started to relax, still shuddering a bit but relaxing now. It'd take a moment for him to come down from that but he wasn't even thinking about that as he just curled in close to be near the warmth and safety that was Vegas.
Vegas met those kisses with breathless hunger. His clean hand found its way into Pete’s hair. The other was hastily wiped on Vegas’ shirt and then pulled Pete closer. Damn the mess! He needed full contact right now! Vegas tangled his legs with Pete’s and simply clung to him while he came down.
A very dull ache bloomed my n the wake of his orgasm. That, he could live with. It was a sign that he was healing well. Healing meant they were that much closer to finally being able to fuck again!
Being pulled in close was just what he needed and he curled in more, tangling himself with Vegas. For a second, he looked him over but didn't see any of the harsh reactions that had happened before. It brought a lazy smile to his face as he leaned in to cling back, the hand not in his hair holding onto Vegas' shirt now. He needed the contact to ground himself, eyes closing as he melted against him.
"...I like when you take care of me," he whispered softly in confession.
Closeness was all Vegas wanted. He didn't care about the mess between them or the fact that they'd probably need to get fresh bedding and fresh clothes before sleeping. He just crushed Pete against him, regardless of it all, basking in everything he was: the heat of his skin, the weight of his body, the scent of him... And -- oh! -- how perfect he looked with that fucked out look making his eyes hazy and his face slack.
Fucking gorgeous.
"I'll always take care of you," he promised in the same quiet tone.
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"We could always try now..." He wouldn't be able to fuck Pete up the way they both wanted, but they could at least try a little something more than just cuddling.
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"Are you sure?"
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Before Vegas broke away for air, a hand slid between them, down the length of Pete's torso. Down, down, down until it dipped beneath the waist of his boxers and groped shamelessly at Pete's cock. Even if they couldn't fuck, there was no reason for Pete to suffer.
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"Fuck...Vegas..."
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He didn't wait for a response before claiming another kiss. His fingers curled around Pete's cock and began to stroke him in a slow, lazy pace.
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Okay. No protests then. Vegas could take care of him in whatever way he wanted. He'd let him when it felt this good.
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Vegas lets his mouth trail along Pete's jaw, scraping his teeth over skin. Warm wet kisses with the threat of bites moved along his throat until Vegas found a particularly succulent place to gnaw on. The bite was hard, but didn't last long enough to leave impressions. His tongue lapped over the place as if to apologize before he settled for sucking on that tender skin to leave his mark.
And all the while his hand worked in Pete's shorts. Slow, lazy strokes, gentle squeezes, the occasional flick of his thumb over the head.
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"Ve...Vegas..." The hand that wasn't on that strong back when to dark hair instead. Anything to be able to cling since his hands were so free.
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Vegas sighed against saliva-wet skin, then breathed in deep. He could smell sweat and arousal and, oh, it was enough to send a shiver of delight running down Vegas' spine. Even just this was raw and intense. He savored Pete clinging to him, the fingers in his hair, the bite of his nails scraping over Vegas' skin. All this while Pete was hot and hard in his hand. Vegas couldn't get enough of him.
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Somewhere in the haze though, he remembered Vegas. Wanting to let the man take care of him but not wanting him neglected. "...you...what about you? I can..."
Touch too. But that was lost in a moan as Vegas managed to do something very nice with his thumb.
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Soon he was wiggling his hips closer so he could encourage their dicks together. So they could both have their hands wrapped around them at the same time. To do this as one.
"Together...please..."
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"Nnn..." Maybe this wasn't that huge dick inside him but having his meant he could wait for it a little longer.
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“Your dick feels good,” he panted out against Pete’s neck. Vegas mouthed along Pete’s throat, over his chin, and back to his mouth. The first kiss was hard and demanding, bruising in its force. The next was deeper, intended to swallow their moans and cries. Probably a good idea since Vegas picked up the pace of their frotting.
His hand pushed and pulled their most sensitive flesh, squeezing their cocks together for even more friction. His hips rocked to grind his dick against Pete’s. It left him breathless and a litany of half-formed praise was shaped against Pete’s lips.
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With a cry that was swallowed by the lips against his own, Pete came hard between them, his entire body jolting. It was dizzying how good sex was with Vegas and it just made him want and need the man all the more.
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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.
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He was going to sleep so well that night. Some part of him could tell already.
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A very dull ache bloomed my n the wake of his orgasm. That, he could live with. It was a sign that he was healing well. Healing meant they were that much closer to finally being able to fuck again!
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"...I like when you take care of me," he whispered softly in confession.
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Fucking gorgeous.
"I'll always take care of you," he promised in the same quiet tone.
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