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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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.