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Vegas drummed his fingers on the table impatiently. He couldn't stop thinking about Pete, even in his job.

And normally, he wouldn't have a problem with that, he's thinking about his husband constantly, it's the reason he goes on every day trying to be better and better.

No, the problem was that he wasn't just missing Pete like he normally did everyday. He was thirsty for Pete. Desiring with all his body his husband's body. He wanted to touch, scratch, kiss, mark and possess his soft body. And he couldn't stop thinking about all these things.

He sighed wearily, dropping the document from his hands which he tried to read at least twice as he was interrupted by his lustful thoughts.

Vegas ran a hand over his face, running them into his hair, pulling it back, holding his head tightly as he tried with all his might to control himself.

Venice was growing, developing, and now he was learning to walk. At first, it was great. Both parents were thrilled to see his first steps, Vegas even had to control himself not to shed some happy tears, Pete hugged him tightly, smiling magnificently and that was one of the most special moments in Vegas's life.

But then Venice started wanting to climb up his crib to go look for his parents when he started crying in the middle of the night. It was already normal for Pete to wake up sometimes to calm the child in the middle of the night, but when Venice fell out of his crib, Pete began to become paranoid for the child's safety.

Vegas would wake up at night without the warm body beside him, hugging nothingness, only to go to Venice 's room and see Pete sleeping beside the crib, with his body in an uncomfortable position in the recliner. The best on the market, Vegas had it brought. He didn't bother at first, he thought "It will pass" and counted the days for Pete to go back to sleep next to him.

Until he didn't come back.

Every night Pete was sleeping with the baby, he even considered putting a bed in the kid's room so he could sleep there, ignoring all Vegas attempts to get a babysitter- Not even a baby monitor he accepted!

He appreciated the fatherhood that came naturally to Pete, it was beautiful to see him take care of the heir of the minor family so lovingly and it warmed Vegas' passionate heart.

Still, Pete was his. Vegas missed a lover, not just any lover. He missed his Pete.

"Haa ... Fuck!"

Vegas hit the table as he felt his pants tighten. A reaction that had been happening a lot these last few days.

God, he remembers when Pete was in his bed, Vegas kissing him possessively, his hips pressed hard, brushing them together with desperate need for relief. Pete's hands wouldn't sit still, just like Vegas's, exploring each other's entire bodies, fumbling, and tugging their clothes, Vegas furiously trying to rip them off. He bit into the first bit of skin he saw as he managed to break the first buttons on Pete's shirt, finishing tearing the fabric voraciously as he mounted his husband's body and caressed the exposed skin, leaving hickeys wherever his mouth touched.

Pete groaned and threw his head back, too aroused with just a few touches, his arched body was pressed ever closer against Vegas' erection, he begged "Please, please…more, Vegas!" as if it were a mantra, and Vegas were his God.

When he managed to squeeze his bare backside, so soft and so voluminous it made his mouth water, he heard the crying.

Pete, who seemed to be in a frenzy, froze on the bed, Vegas did the same, pulling away to look at Pete's face as he stared at the door, worried.

Vegas had still been foolish enough to pin Pete to the bed, a firm hand on his shoulder, whispering "Leave it" as he watched Pete's frown. Of course Pete didn't hold himself against the bed, if there was one thing Vegas always forgot it was that Pete could easily compete with him in strength if he wanted to. The man had still been a bodyguard. The head of the main family's bodyguards. And he still kept his training up to date, always saying that he wanted to be ready to defend his family if need be. At that time, Vegas smiled softly when Pete told him that giving him the bright, cheerful smile he always gave that warmed the heart of Vegas.

Because Pete submitted to him, let Vegas dominate him, it wasn't due to a lack of strength.

Vegas remembered that as Pete threw him hard to the side, Vegas bouncing off the mattress with a huff. And then Pete was out of the room, hurriedly fixing his clothes and hair, heading for Venice .

In his office it didn't get any easier, between threats and papers full of potentially dangerous information, Vegas didn't focus on any of that. His threats were empty, almost bored. They still worked, a gun always fulfills its role very well. The letters on the paper, however, became blurry and scrambled every two minutes as Vegas woke from his trance and focused his gaze again and again. He wasn't an idiot not to notice the curious gaze of some guards. It was becoming a bigger problem than Vegas could have imagined. Could Pete imagine the torture he was putting Vegas through?

Vegas got to the point of masturbating.

Though without much excitement, he slowly undid the restraints of his pants, releasing his aching erection, he touched it as he let his head lean back against the comfortable chair, he imagined Pete there, on his knees. The man grinning mischievously, half-hidden by his desk as he moved his hand on Vegas's erection.

Vegas closed his eyes tightly, gripping the armrest of the chair with his free hand, he took the liquid pouring from the extremity and spread it across his erection, moving his fist faster.

He imagined grabbing Pete's black hair, forcing his small mouth on his cock, Pete taking it all, moaning having his mouth fucked by Vegas, craving for more, craving for Vegas as much as he craved for Pete. Tears glistened in his eyes as he looked at Vegas, but the corners of his eyes were still tight as he flashed a smile at the mess Vegas was making of him.

And even though Vegas was breathless, near to cum with his thoughts, he couldn't actually come. It wasn't enough. He gritted his teeth, trying to force his body to obey him, frustration swelled inside him, and he stifled a cry of disappointment as he slammed hard against the table.

''Fuck!''

It was unusual for Vegas to visit Venice's bedroom .

Even though a year had passed, and Vegas and Venice 's relationship had evolved at many points, Vegas still felt awkward around the baby. A small part of him was jealous of Venice because he had Pete's undivided attention, and an even smaller part of him remembered his father's wife when he saw the child. He tried not to care about the second part.

Venice didn't seem to mind, he'd grown used to Vegas and loved him, smiling gleefully, and raising his chubby arms to the scowling man. Vegas carefully patted the child's head and ended the contact. He didn't miss the smile on Pete's face.

Watching Venice play with some small toys before bed, Pete was sitting next to the crib, the children's room light was off, only the small warm-toned light would bring light into the room, he could see Venice slowing down as Iong he played. Vegas got to Pete's side, knelt down and kissed his hand.

''He's starting to mumble a few words.'' Pete said, his hand caressing Vegas' face lovingly, tracing his beloved's prominent cheekbones. Vegas let his head rest on the sheet covering his husband's legs, it was smelling like Venice and Pete. Vegas liked it. ''I'm teaching him your name and Macau’s, and I'm teaching him to speak ‘dad’.'' Pete continued, he could feel the happiness in his voice. Vegas muttered a happy sound, pleased with Pete's effort and even happier with the attention his husband was giving him now.

Vegas was a terrible man, he tortured and killed – sometimes he regretted it, other times he felt delight in the blood and screams of his victims. Many times, in the past he had to participate and plan conspiracies against the principal family for his father. In fact, even now he had to plot against the enemies of the Theerapanyakul family, shooting guys who tried to fuck his family, threatening people to keep them in their rightful places, he knows he’s ruthless and deadly. But now, he could sleep here, kneeling with his head in his husband's lap, his arms circling Pete's soft hips, in a room too cluttered with children's toys and childish decorations.

The two of them stayed that way for a few more minutes, Vegas guessing that Venice was already asleep when he heard nothing else coming from the crib. He slowly stroked his husband's hip, his other hand came down and massaged the soft foot slowly, Pete let out a low moan, enjoying the contact, and stroked Vegas's hair more vigorously.

Vegas squeezed the narrow hip under his grap, burying his nose in the sheet, and Pete…yawned.

''Will you stay with Venice for a while? I have to shower before bed.''

Vegas tensed, blinking several times looking at Pete and letting go of his foot. Disappointment curled in his stomach, but he forced himself to his feet, following Pete and pressing him against the door like a hungry predator cornering its prey. That's what he was now.

He cradled Pete's face with one hand, grabbed his waist with the other one and let his body collide and press his husband's body against the door, Pete grabbed Vegas's arms to support himself, and Vegas whispered against his neck, "Sleep with me this night.'', sucking the skin greedily and delighting himself with Pete's low sigh. There was no doubt now for Pete how much Vegas wanted him, and the man would win Pete into his bed if need be.

He ran his nose over the pale skin, inhaling Pete's scent and sucking on his earlobe, pressing one leg between Pete’s legs, letting out a groan along with Pete as their erections collide. So Pete wanted him as much as Vegas wanted him.

''Vegas...'' Pete bit his lip, gripped his lover's hair tightly during the hungry kiss, and took a deep breath when their lips disconnected. Before Vegas could claim his mouth again, Pete turned away, Vegas didn't miss his chance and licked his neck from the bottom up, feeling the other's body shudder. ''Venice is here, stop.'' Pete gently pushed Vegas's arms.

Vegas wasn't ready to give up, he pressed and rubbed his body against his husband, loving the heat and scent that enfolded him.

''Come to our bed, then.'' He ordered.

Pete wouldn't say no, would he? He was as hard as Vegas, he could feel it. He wasn't even really resisting, just being soft against Vegas's body, maybe just a little longer and he'd be able to—

''I'm tired, love.'' Pete whispered.

Oh.

Vegas looked at Pete, noticing his sleepy expression. Pete was panting, and his eyes were narrowed, but it wasn't the usual expression he made when he was lost in pleasure, it was a real tired expression. Was that why his body was so soft? Vegas had lost his excitement.

The desire to take care of Pete, to love him, to adore him could overcome the desire to possess this man.

Vegas sighed, lowering his head, his hand still cradling Pete's face as he stroked his cheek with his thumb, his heart missing a beat as the other laid his face down to rest further in Vegas's hands, he gave a soft kiss on Pete's lips, calming himself.

For his own good, he forced himself to walk away from Pete.

''Go, love'' He smiled softly at his husband. ''Rest, I'll take care of Venice.''

It was hot that afternoon, the scorching sunlight lit up the entire main courtyard of the house, animated conversations between the bodyguards could be heard in the distance, some were still having their meal. Pete was walking through the partially lit hallways when he was thrown hard against a pillar, before he could react defensively against any threat, a husky voice whispered.

"I've waited too long, love." Pete's body tensed, no longer due to any impending danger. Vegas's hands snaked down his body, gripping possessively, while he smelled his hair like a hungry animal, and went down to the back of his neck, Pete couldn't help but bend over, his ass pressing against Vegas's hip, he couldn't contain his own pride when felt his husband's erection. ''You know, Pete, I've been patient with you.'' Vegas pressed the panting body harder against the pillar, delighting in with the groan he received in return. ''And I'm not a patient man, dear.'' Vegas bit down hard on the back of his head.

''V-Vegas...'' Pete's knees were so weak right now.

''I know you need it as much as I do, there's no point in hiding it.'' Vegas whispered behind his right ear, licking the area, letting the hot air of his nose provocate the skin, Pete squirmed in pleasure, his husband's hand sliding forward rubbing Pete's erection, he chuckled. ''The question is: Why have you been holding this for so long?''

''It’s... It's time to train the guards, V-Vegas ...'' Pete stammered, eyes closed.

"Oh yeah?" Vegas squeezed Pete's hard erection, Pete couldn't take it anymore, his legs giving out, letting himself be held only by Vegas and his firm pressure against the wall, Pete's hands immediately went to the pillar wall trying to hold on. ''Always having an excuse to walk away... have you been doing this to tease me, love?'' Pete's cheek was being dragged against the wall as he followed the movement of his husband's hip, simulating a penetration over the tissues. ''Did you want to see me lose control, Pete?''

''Hnn...'' Pete smiled.

''That's what I thought.''

Pete didn't register as Vegas unzipped his pants and lowered it completely, leaving Pete all naked below the hips, his eyes widening suddenly aware that they were in a public space where anyone could see them.

''V-Vegas, not here!'' Pete resisted and was pushed back against the wall with a strong hand holding on the back of his head. ''Vegas'' He groaned tearfully. ''Someone can see... please...'' He closed his eyes, embarrassed.

"If anyone dares interrupt this time, I'm going to shoot them in the head, honey." Vegas growled, squeezing the soft flesh of Pete's ass, he bit the other man's shoulder. ''Do you know what I want to do now, Pete?'' Vegas stroked Pete's rim. ''I want to fuck you on that table right now, show you crying in front of them all, taking my cock so damn well'' Pete started to drop a few tears as he bit his lip, his hip pressing Vegas's fingers into its rim inviting him to invade it. ''And they'll know you're mine, mine alone.'' Vegas laughed. ''The most delicious meal in this house, all mine.''

"Please... Please Vegas" Pete reached back, grabbing Vegas' hand on his ass, trying to press in, he whimpered angrily as Vegas pulled his fingers away, grabbing Pete's hand to far away. ''Please...''

"Oh, love... You've denied me this for so long." Vegas put the hand back above Pete's head, against the pillar. ''I'm going to take my time with you now and fuck you until I'm satisfied.'' He kissed the back of his neck marked with hickeys, licking. ''You won't want to leave our bed anymore.''

Pete was on tiptoe, curled up against the pillar and leaving his ass exposed as much as possible to Vegas, he couldn't contain his loud scream as Vegas stimulated his cock, spreading the liquid on his hand that dripped from the tip to make it easier to slide, Pete chased the pleasure with his hip. He opened his eyes when he felt something poke his lips, it was three fingers.

''Suck it.''

Pete opened his mouth and greedily put his fingers in his mouth, he looked out of the corner of his eye as best he could at Vegas, letting his fingers go deeper into his throat, he rolled his tongue between his fingers and almost came when he heard the deep groan Vegas let out, staring so intently at Pete.

He rolled his eyes as Vegas increased the speed of his fist on his cock, his hands scraped hard against the wall, and when his fingers were dripping with saliva – and saliva was also running down Pete's chin, Vegas withdrew them.

Pete was in a stupor now, ignoring the voices close to where they were, not even the glare of daylight and the heat he could assimilate, focusing only on the pleasure that made his head spin, anticipation consuming him whenever Vegas played with his wet fingers on its rim, his cock being slowly stimulated now, he let out a groan and grinned in bliss as Vegas finally—Finally, penetrated his fingers inside Pete, two at once. Pete closed his eyes and cried with happiness.

Vegas was bent over Pete's body, his forehead resting on the curve of his lover's sweaty neck, the man himself having to control himself not to let his pleasure take over his mind as he worked his fingers inside Pete's, the desire to make a mess of Pete until he was a wobbly, limp mess was being satisfied as he searched for his husband's prostate, Vegas grinned like a predator as Pete shuddered from head to toe, his hips twitching and Vegas knew Pete was holding back with all his strength not to come when his prostate was hit.

''Vegas...!'' Pete was breathing hard, groaning. Vegas didn't register when Pete dropped one of his hands to squeeze his own neck. ''More... I'm so close''

Well fuck the prep, Vegas just started fucking Pete in a punishing speed always hitting his prostate, he squeezed and moved his fist harder on his cock, he felt Pete's legs shaking, the whole curved body tense looking to come.

''I should leave you here like this, shaking and begging to be fucked'' Vegas growled, he licked Pete's tears, letting his nose rest on his wet cheek, Pete whispered countless ''No, no, please'' and Vegas enjoyed the sadistic pleasure of Pete's fear of being left without release, he chuckled. ''Oh, don't you want me to do that? Even though you've done this to me so many times yourself.'' Vegas watched Pete's fingers at his throat, squeezing so tightly, he licked his lips.

''I'm sorry, Vegas, I'm sorry... I-I'm going...'' Pete sobbed and his body shook as his cock released its load on the pillar, Vegas continued to stimulate beyond orgasm until he watched Pete collapse against the wall.

He withdrew his fingers from inside Pete, gripping the soft body.

Pete's eyes were still closed, muttering inconsistencies when Vegas turned him around and stroked his cheek, his hand sliding lovingly to his neck and he gripped the place possessively, gaining Pete's attention as his body returned to press his husband against the pillar.

''I'm not done with you yet, love.'' Vegas whispered hoarsely into Pete's neck, he slid his twisted lips across his skin, kissing and adoring. That's what he was made for. ''We're just getting started.''

Vegas scooped up Pete into his lap, leaving his pants forgotten on the floor. Pete won't need it anyway.

Pete buried his face in Vegas's neck, sucking the skin there. His hands circled his husband's shoulders and stroked his soft hair. Vegas led them through the dimly lit hallways of the house, smiling contentedly showing Pete half-naked on his lap around the house, too bad there was no one around, he would have loved to embarrass Pete a little. He clasped his hands on Pete thighs around him, placed Pete against their bedroom door and kissed him.

''The things I want to do to you...'' Vegas whispered like a promise.

''Show me...all of them.'' Pete smiled.

When they entered the room, Vegas threw things from the table in the room, and placed Pete there, taking Pete's shirt off and leaving him completely naked, he teased his lover by keeping his face close to Pete's lips and never kissing him, until he grabbed his shirt, trying to force himself forward and capture Vegas’ lips.

''No, no, no ...'' Vegas whispered in English, grabbing the back of Pete's neck and grinning as the other shot him a cursing look, he tugged Pete's dark hair, exposing his throat full of hickeys. ''I'm in charge here.'' He pushed Pete's torso back hard, forcing the hot body away from his and laying him down on the table. "What a beautiful banquet." He whispered caressing Pete's entire body. ''Keep your hands above your head for me, baby.''

Pete smiled as he realized that despite not being fluent in English, he fully understood what that sentence meant. He followed orders, groaning as he felt Vegas's mouth roam over his body. Pete arched his body for more contact with those soft, warm lips, he wrapped his legs around Vegas's hips, pulling their bodies together, his head turned from side to side as Vegas sucked on his nipple, he couldn't help the broken moans that came out of his mouth, the moment Vegas swirled his tongue around the button Pete closed his eyes and threw his head back, he was so hard right now. Vegas had the power under his body.

Pete was his entirely.

''V-Vegas...ah, ah...so good, more...hnn.''

Vegas lowered his mouth further, distributing kisses and sniffing the body of the man he loved, he wrapped his cock in his lips, sucking it, and watched Pete lose control, his soft thighs tightened on his head, he watched as Pete pulled his own hair, babbling inconsistencies with a tearful voice and sobbing moans, Vegas grabbed his hip and swallowed his husband's cock entirely, not taking his eyes off all these erotic reactions.

He groaned with the cock in his throat, sucking more and more as Pete shaked his hips uncoordinated, moving his head with cadenced movements on the hot organ inside his mouth, when Pete's moans began to increase, Vegas pushed the cock aside with one last provocative lick. Pete muttered something annoyed, inhaling as if his life depended on it.

"Are you in a hurry, love?" Vegas teased, smiling as Pete looked at him with a sour expression.

He didn't wait, however, for an answer.

Vegas stood up and disentangled himself from Pete's legs, forcing his husband to turn on the table, he mounted Pete and couldn’t see the satisfied smile of his husband who imagined he would finally have Vegas inside him. He whispered:

''You're so fucked up, Pete.''

''Take me, Vegas, now.''

The man's hands roamed the body lying on the table, stopping at his ass, and slapping it hard, Pete jolted with the slap, feeling so good with the pain that came after it.

''Open for me.''

Pete didn't think twice about following the orders. his hands leaving the position above his head and moving to his buttocks, holding and spreading them. Vegas moaned in satisfaction beside Pete's ear.

''Good boy...''

Vegas slowly wandered down to Pete's lower body, caressing the skin with the tip of his nose and teasing with his breath. He bit the soft skin of his husband's ass feeling the urge to tear the skin, licked the bottom of his spine before descending between the slit opened for him and sinking his face there, he watched as Pete squeezed the flesh in his hands, leaning up against Vegas's face.

Shit, Vegas loved this man, he wanted to devour Pete completely.

'’Hnnn...Vegas'' Pete groaned with his eyes closed.

He didn't respond Pete, savoring the tender flesh on his tongue, circling and sucking the ring of muscles, he could feel Pete shuddering and squeezing, he gripped his thighs to press himself as hard as possible against Pete, introducing his tongue and filling the place with saliva.

''A-Ah Ve...gas...'' a layer of sweat covered his panting body at the table.

''Delicious...'' Vegas licked his lips as he pulled away, watching with pleasure for a few moments Pete keeping himself opened to Vegas. He placed a quick kiss on his buttock and pressed his thighs in his hand.

''Vegas'' Pete whispered hoarsely, like a prayer. ''Please, I need you...'' Pete swung his hips as if trying to prove his point, and Vegas grinned even wider. Ah, revenge was really sweet . For a week he'd begged for Pete, and now it looked like the tables had turned in his favor. Not that it was easy for Vegas to control his throbbing erection trapped in his pants, it was actually quite painful. However, he loved even more to see Pete desperate for him.

''Do you want this, love?'' He stood up, rubbing his erection against Pete's slit, he placed one of his hands on Pete's back and pressed him further against the table, taking the man's breath away.

''Yes, please, oh...''

''Beg for more.'' He slapped Pete hard on the ass, he loved it when the whole body below him shook in a jolt.

''Please, Veg-ah!''

Another slap.

''H-Hun, I... I need...''

One more. And Pete had his head stretched out, his chin propped on the table and his mouth open dripping saliva, gasping for air and groaning. He was almost crying again. He looked wrecked. Vegas loved it.

He slapped Pete once more, hard, when he heard nothing.

'' Uhh... Please...'' Pete sniffed, Oh, he's crying. ''Please...''

Vegas stopped and stroked the red meat, some of his handprints were very clear on the skin. He loved it.

He bent over Pete again.

''...Are you okay?'' he whispered.

''Yes, just please... I-I can't take it anymore...''

''Hnnn... Good.''

He took the chair next to them, and sat down right between Pete's legs.

Pete got up from the table, a little surprised and bewildered.

''Vegas?''

Vegas crossed his legs, propped his chin on one hand, engulfing Pete's body with his gaze.

''If you want this so bad, convince me.'' He raised an eyebrow. Pete sat down on the table slowly, his cock dripping between his legs. ''Masturbate for me. Let me see everything, and I'll decide if it's worth to fuck you.'' He smiled when Pete looked puzzled, his ears turning redder with embarrassment.

Of course, Vegas didn't need to be convinced of anything, he was going to fuck Pete anyway. In fact, he often had to convince himself not to fuck Pete anywhere. But he wanted to provoke his lover.

When the initial embarrassment faded away, Pete took a shallow breath to build up the courage. He could play this game. He grinned teasingly at Vegas, spreading his legs and propping them up on the armrest of the chair Vegas was sitting on, one on each side, he didn't look away from his beautiful face as he leaned his torso back, leaning on his forearms, he let Vegas's lustful gaze roam over his fully exposed body before bringing his hand forward and slowly starting to touch his penis.

God, that turned Pete on more than he could have imagined.

Showing off to Vegas two feet away from his face, he'd have to masturbate very slowly or he'd come just from the pleasure of having Vegas watching him like this. He bit his lip and didn't miss Vegas's gaze returning to his face with the movement. He licked his lips and watched Vegas mirror his movement. He knew he had Vegas on his hands now.

He quickened the pace of his masturbation, moaning and throwing his head back, exposing his neck. At this rate he was going to come again, and he needed Vegas inside him. He returned his gaze to his husband, smiling and shifted his leg from the armrest, caressing Vegas's thigh with his foot, gently, he saw Vegas gasp, alternating his gaze between the foot climbing up his thigh and the mischievous face from Pete.

Vegas gripped the empty armrest, not knowing where to focus his gaze, Pete was still touching himself right in front of his face, his expression and body seducing to the very marrow of Vegas, and now his foot caressed too close to Vegas's hard dick.

Vegas growled, grabbing Pete's foot and pressing it against his cock, he faced Pete who smirked very pleased to make Vegas lose control.

''You're unbelievable,'' Vegas said through his gritted teeth, pressing the foot into his cock and masturbating himself. Both men stared at each other breathlessly as they masturbated, but Pete was still smiling because he'd won. In any case, he always won the teasing game.

''You love it.'' He pressed his foot against Vegas’s erection and moved it, giving more pleasure to Vegas.

''Fuck, you know I do.''

Vegas bent over, surrendering to the pleasure, he continued to move Pete's foot on his cock, grabbed the other’s leg that was still propped up in the chair and brought it to his shoulder, biting the skin as he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Pete.

Pete was breathing fast now, and Vegas knew what that meant.

''Don't come until I let you.''

Vegas hadn't been able to come all week, Pete could wait too. Or maybe Vegas just wanted to torture his lover.

''I need this...ha...just fuck me already... please '' Pete continued to repeat 'please' in ecstasy and Vegas found the scene so fucking exciting.

Pete withdrew his legs from Vegas's control, sitting on his lap as he pressed his ass against the hot erection covered, grabbing Vegas's soft shirt, tugging on it, and hurriedly undoing the buttons, he squirmed and straddled his erection, out of his senses trying at all costs to fuck himself at Vegas's cock.

"You kept me waiting so long for this, honey." Vegas whispered, grabbing Pete's ass, pressing his erection back, Pete threw his head back.

''I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...'' He grabbed Vegas's hair, guiding the man to nibble on his nipple, Pete arched his body under Vegas's pleasure, his cock smeared even more on his clothes as the liquid flowed. ''I'm...so sorry...hnnn...please fuck me, Vegas...''

''Hnnn ...I'll take care of you now, love'' He rose from the chair with Pete on his lap, throwing the seat back on the floor as he carried them both to bed, Pete kissed his neck in adoration, licking his earlobe and whispering how much he loved Vegas and Vegas was in heaven.

He dropped Pete onto the bed, having pleasure at the sight of the man sprawling across the sheets, spreading his legs, and lifting his hands to accommodate Vegas.

Vegas lay on top of Pete, being encircled by his arms as he was kissed, he rummaged around their bedside without breaking the kiss, only stopping when his hand found what he sought. A thread of saliva connected them as Pete sighed. His hands were on Vegas' face, caressing, Vegas caught them together, kissing them. He pulled back enough for Pete to see the leather cuffs on his hand, and he didn't miss the smile Pete flashed him.

''Hands behind your back.''

When he finished cuffing Pete's hands, he had the man's body facing him, at his disposal, he positioned himself between his thighs, releasing his cock, Pete licked his lips like a starving man.

''Hungry?'' Vegas asked as he put the condom on his cock, covering his dick with lube.

From Pete's vision, Vegas looked like a god in all his glory, raised between his legs, ready to desecrate Pete's body in the vilest ways. And he wanted this so badly.

''Feed me Vegas, I'm hungry.''

Vegas laughed.

'’You're the one serving me today, Pete.'' He leaned down and whispered in Pete's ear. ''I will use your body until I am satisfied.''

Pete dropped a long moan as he felt his body stretch, welcoming Vegas inside him, always too big for him. They stared into each other's eyes as Pete arched his head back as Vegas invaded and conquered his space inside Pete's body.

Pete's hair was spread across the sheet, Vegas cradled the perfect face enjoying Pete's expression lost in pleasure, he started to slowly thrust, calming his body to keep it from ending too soon, his other hand gripping Pete's waist tightly – Strength enough to leave a mark, just the way Pete liked it.

"Don't… hold on, love." Pete whispered between gasps.

Vegas buried his face in Pete's neck, bending his body to his will and he slammed his hips into Pete's ass, groaning along with Pete.

He started with slow, deep thrusts, making sure his hips hit as deep as possible on Pete’s body, wanting to see him gasp with every movement, his entire body moving along with him, his husband looked at him begging for more, unable to say anything, but Vegas understood that look better than anyone. That possessive desire took over him again, Pete was his alone. This expression was reserved for Vegas only. Vegas started hitting hard and fast against Pete.

''Ah, ah!'' Pete was slamming his head against the bed, delirious with pleasure, turning his face to the sides, Vegas saw the man's muscles twitching and took it all in his mind. ''Yes, Vegas, uhn… oh, more!''

Vegas growled, scratching Pete's body with his fingernails, Pete stretched his head back, begging Vegas to squeeze his neck, Vegas grinned in disbelief, they were almost there, Vegas moved his hand to the neck full of marks, squeezing it hard in delight. Pete let out a silent scream as the sensation of almost lost his consciousness took over his bound body, and then his entire body convulsed and clenched around Vegas as he released his load, coming and smearing his abdomen. Vegas moaned, continuing to thrust against Pete who was letting out languid moans, being sensitive and over-stimulated, chasing his own orgasm through his husband's soft body.

''This is too much...it's too much, V-Vegas...I can't, c-can't ...ah'' Pete whimpered, tears rolling down his face, until Vegas finally gave the final push, keeping himself pressed against Pete until he finishes cumming.

''You...'' Vegas said breathlessly. ''...are mine.''

He saw Pete nod, the expression on his face raw and tired but so satisfied and happy.

''Only yours, I'm yours''

Vegas and Pete were like two flames, once joined they were able to ignite everything around them, consuming each other.

They didn't end up there, they stayed in bed exchanging caresses, after an hour Pete turned to Vegas and the man was already imagining what Pete would say, smiling when he heard ''Again'' coming from a Pete smiling darkly.

When they were really done, Pete had countless marks on his body, Vegas himself had marks all over his body, Pete was almost asleep exhausted lying on Vegas's arm, snuggled against his husband's well-sculpted bare chest. Vegas was trying not to sleep, still thinking about cleaning up and cleaning up Pete, but even he was extremely tired to make a move.

He looked at Pete as the man slowly grabbed his face, he blinked slowly as he looked at Vegas.

''Venice...?''

Vegas smiled.

''I asked Macau to take care of him, don't worry.''

He saw Pete blush, Vegas raised a questioning eyebrow, and Pete hid his face.

''You didn't say why he needed to take care of Venice, did you?''

Vegas laughed.

''No'' He denied it. ''But I think he'll figure it out anyway.''

Pete's eyes widened, punching Vegas softly in the chest.

''...I love you, Pete.'' Vegas said sincerely. "Don't push me away like that again, I need your attention too." Vegas's voice dropped to a whisper.

Pete stared at Vegas, his heart overflowing with love for this man.

''I won't.'' He kissed his husband's neck, cradling his face there. ''I love you, Vegas.''