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.
That brought such a smile to his face. Vegas was amazing. He seriously would make him such a promise. And he believed him now. He knew it was real. Vegas would always take care of him now. Not because he was some pet but because he was his special person.
This fucked up man was his. His special person in return.
In every sense of the word. Vegas couldn't imagine life without Pete at his side. Without Pete's love and support, without his understanding and acceptance. Without his fucking sass. But also the sex and kink and the pushing of boundaries. Pete was the total package, practically made for Vegas. Maybe he was? Not like Vegas believed in things like soulmates.
He lifted a hand to lay against Pete's cheek and leaned in for a soft kiss.
Even in the dark he could see the warmth in Pete's eyes so clearly. And that? That made all the pain, emotional and physical, worth it to Vegas. The way Pete looked at him in their most private moments left him breathless. He smiled and chuckled softly. "We better get cleaned up before we get tired."
Pete gave him a pout and stuck his tongue out at him. "Already tired, asshole," he muttered without any actual heat. It wasn't like he was really upset with Vegas. But part of their relationship definitely banked on him sassing his boyfriend every chance he had.
That's part of Pete's charm. Vegas would think something was actually wrong if Pete didn't give him attitude. They could just shed their clothes and deal with what was on the bedding for the night. Surely that wouldn't be too terrible.
"Shush. Be a good boy and get undressed. If you get cold I'll get you something clean to wear."
Loved it actually. Wiggling a little, he pulled back enough so he could sit up and pull his clothes off, kicking them away to the side. Then it was back under the covers so he could reach over to help Vegas get undressed too.
"I am lucky," Vegas retorted. He sat up, too, to make getting the t-shirt over his head a little easier. Once it was gone and tossed aside, he ducked under the covers and graced Pete with a saucy grin as he helped Vegas get his pants off.
As soon as the clothes were gone, which really took the brunt of the mess, Vegas was quick to pull Pete close once more. For some reason, he slept easier with Pete by his side. Maybe it was just the comfort of something familiar. Vegas couldn't say why, nor did he question it.
He combed his fingers through Pete's hair and leaned in to press their foreheads together. Even his legs tangled with Pete's again. "Get some sleep, babe."
He knew that Vegas would but it felt good to say it anyway. Much like it felt so good to be able to sleep with him like this. The two of them curled in so tight together, limbs tangled up and everything so warm. It just felt right.
He smiled again as he closed his eyes, letting himself drift off wrapped up in Vegas.
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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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This fucked up man was his. His special person in return.
"I'm all yours."
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In every sense of the word. Vegas couldn't imagine life without Pete at his side. Without Pete's love and support, without his understanding and acceptance. Without his fucking sass. But also the sex and kink and the pushing of boundaries. Pete was the total package, practically made for Vegas. Maybe he was? Not like Vegas believed in things like soulmates.
He lifted a hand to lay against Pete's cheek and leaned in for a soft kiss.
"Only you."
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"Can't wait to go on a date with you tomorrow."
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"Shush. Be a good boy and get undressed. If you get cold I'll get you something clean to wear."
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Loved it actually. Wiggling a little, he pulled back enough so he could sit up and pull his clothes off, kicking them away to the side. Then it was back under the covers so he could reach over to help Vegas get undressed too.
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As soon as the clothes were gone, which really took the brunt of the mess, Vegas was quick to pull Pete close once more. For some reason, he slept easier with Pete by his side. Maybe it was just the comfort of something familiar. Vegas couldn't say why, nor did he question it.
He combed his fingers through Pete's hair and leaned in to press their foreheads together. Even his legs tangled with Pete's again. "Get some sleep, babe."
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He knew that Vegas would but it felt good to say it anyway. Much like it felt so good to be able to sleep with him like this. The two of them curled in so tight together, limbs tangled up and everything so warm. It just felt right.
He smiled again as he closed his eyes, letting himself drift off wrapped up in Vegas.