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Vegas thinks this is ridiculous, really. Gun decided – without Vegas’ input, mind you, not that that’s a surprise– that he should take on a more serious role as the family heir. And Vegas should be happy, it’s supposed to be a dream, it is one, in fact. He’s been waiting to turn twenty-one for that exact reason, but it didn’t occur to him that would entail attending every meeting with the main family, as Gun settled. Talking about responsibility and ‘maybe, finally , managing to do something useful for the family’ he said. The words had been followed by a scowl so deep Vegas felt it twist his insides. At least he didn’t bring his mother into the argument this time, Vegas wasn’t so sure he could keep his composure if that happened.
Regardless, it caused Vegas to storm out his office as soon as he was dismissed, knowing what the meetings would call for. Having to sit in the same room as the fucking golden child Kinn , desperately try to get an ounce of approval from his father with smart suggestions, even if he knows it’s all in vain. Gun would never come around, Vegas knew that deep down. Still, it never deterred him from the goal.
So, after slamming the door of his room, storming towards his bathroom, he hopped in the shower where the idea of going to a nightclub to blow off some steam occurred.
It would work any other night, probably, but the moment he found himself there in another one of his silk, animal print shirts, tight black jeans that left little to the imagination and with a bunch of underwhelming men that are obviously trying too hard to get his attention hanging off his arm, he regretted the decision. Some of them could be considered pretty, Vegas wasn’t blind, but he also wasn’t in the mood for desperate attempts.
Which is why he roughly brushed off the guy currently trying to grind back on him on the dance floor, and headed towards the bar. Perhaps his frustration ran far too deep for him to be able to take it out on a random man he found at a bar located far from the minor family compound. The bar was relatively empty, most of tonight’s guests opting for the dance floor instead. He finally got a chance to breathe after taking a sip of his whiskey, contemplating giving up on his idea for a distraction, and just take a late night drive on his Ducati he drove on his way here instead. It never failed in relaxing him before.
That was until he let his eyes skim over the dancefloor one more time and he saw him.
Vegas wasn’t often left speechless by other people, more often than not everyone was happy to throw themselves at him, and he would sometimes indulge the men whose looks he found particularly interesting. However, he never felt his breath catch over someone’s beauty. Because, really, there was no other word to describe the man he was looking at right now.
His leather pants had rips in them and they were so tight they made Vegas’ own look modest. That wasn’t what caught his attention though, not at first at least, it was the borderline sinful curve of his slim waist that was visible due to his black, sheer crop top. Just to add to the growing burning feeling in his gut, he saw the glint of a waist chain tease at him under the lights on the dancefloor. His jacket was hanging off his forearms, forgotten as the man moved gracefully along with the music playing. The movements were alluring, but even then it felt like that wasn’t giving the man enough credit, wasn’t enough to describe the pull Vegas felt towards him.
Taking in the curve of his body, especially his ass that was doing wonders for Vegas’ imagination, he felt a heat burning low in his stomach. Picturing the things he could do, the marks he could leave on the enticing skin of his waist and stretched neck with enough time on his hands.
Vegas was taking pleasure in watching the man dance by himself, pondering how and when to approach him, planning how to turn his fantasies into reality, when he saw a body nearing him, grabbing his waist and pulling him along for a dance. The pretty man was obviously caught off guard, but didn’t back away, though it was visible he was having more fun dancing alone.
Vegas weighed his options for a bit longer when he finally made a decision. He pushed off the bar he was leaning against, and walked over with confidence in his step. Deciding on pulling the man off the sexy stranger, he gave him the most murderous look he could muster which was apparently enough. He was bigger than Vegas, but those who are willing to be defiant in the face of his sharp gaze and even sharper smile are rare. Besides, those who tried aren’t here to tell the story, so the decision to scurry off with his head hung low was probably the smartest decision for him.
He could feel eyes on the side of his head, as he turned around he was met with such a pretty sight he felt his breath catch in his throat. He was being watched with intrigued eyes, and what could only be described as inhibited lust. The stranger was even more beautiful up close, his eyes were dark and his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat. Vegas wanted to lick at it, taste the pretty man, and wondered if he would enjoy that. He had what could possibly be the most inviting pair of lips Vegas had ever seen, shiny from spit and open with labored breathing from dancing for so long.
Vegas couldn’t tear his eyes away from his gaze though, which was now appreciatively going down towards Vegas’ exposed chest. Vegas put on his signature smirk and finally cut the tension building in between them in half.
“Hi there, pretty.” he couldn’t help himself, reaching out for the stranger’s waist and slowly bringing their bodies flush together. The skin was even softer than he’d imagined. “Can I get your name?.”
The man was slightly taller than Vegas, looking down at him now that they’re so close, and he let his arms wrap around Vegas’ neck. Pouting slightly with a contemplative look on his face, he finally spoke. “You could, but scaring away my dance partner like that wasn’t very kind of you.” though his tone, and the way he was looking at Vegas, suggested that he was far from annoyed.
Vegas chuckled, “You don’t look too disappointed” and let his eyes roam the rest of the skin visible. His waist chain seems to be connected, with another thinner chain, to a choker sitting snug around his neck.
“Hmm, he wasn’t all that.” he whispered as he moved his right hand into the strands of hair at the nape of Vegas’ neck, leaning his head closer so his breath was hitting Vegas’ ear. “The name is Pete.”
“Vegas,” he offered in turn, letting his hands move lower on his back, fingertips grazing the top of Pete’s ass. He dug them in deeper once he felt lips softly touching his neck “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?”
“Well, I probably came for the same reason as you.” he exhaled, and finally moved his head back to lock eyes with Vegas once again. His eyes were filled with barely contained desire, and Vegas found himself getting lost in them. Though his eyes soon strayed towards Vegas’ lips with impatience visible in them, and god , Vegas could feel every ounce of control slipping in Pete’s the presence.
“Is that so, Pete?”, he questioned, as he moved one hand off his ass in favor of sliding a thumb over Pete’s bottom lip, parting his lips. Pete’s tongue darted out to lick at Vegas’ finger, and he pressed harder into the warm, wet flesh. “Are you sure you want the same thing as me, pet?”
“Positive.” he bit back, and Vegas could tell, really, by the way his eyes were glazed over and the grip in Vegas’ hair was getting tighter, that the words rang true.
As if to prove his point, Pete turned around, pressing his ass flush against Vegas’ hardening cock. His right arm came around Vegas’ neck once more, head leaning back on his shoulder, as he continued dancing along to the music that now felt muted to Vegas, all his attention directed on the angel-like presence he had under his palms.
Vegas let one arm travel upwards, towards Pete’s neck, to pull him even closer and he finally licked a long stripe all the way up to his ear, settling right there, to breathe in the hypnotizing scent. He squeezed around the disappointingly blank skin, cutting off Pete’s oxygen just for a second, but the response was instantaneous. Pete’s hips stuttered and he let out a low moan that Vegas wouldn’t have even heard if he wasn’t so attuned to every thing Pete was doing.
“Oh, Pete...” he huffed out in amusement, “so you’re into this, huh?” he asked, letting the grip tighten even further.
“It’s, shit –into what?” Pete questioned, the movements of his hips returning to their previously set rhythm, but his breath…not so much.
“Don’t play dumb with me, baby.” Vegas chuckled, before biting at his ear lobe, pulling on the hoop adorning it, and tightening the hold he had on Pete’s waist as well. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Pete huffed in annoyance, “Maybe, but the real question is are you willing to give me what I need, or will you cower away like the rest of them?”
And Vegas took that as a challenge, spinning Pete around and roughly pulling him closer by his ass, kneading the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He was rewarded with a loud whine and hands tightening around his shirt, fingernails scratching against his chest.
“Ah, little pet, you have no clue what I’m willing to give you.” he tutted, pushing his now almost fully hard cock against Pete’s. “I’d just much rather do it without an audience.” he said, gesturing to the bodies around them, some still lost in their dancing, but a big chunk had their eyes on the two of them. Not that Vegas could blame them, he was eyeing Pete just as hard earlier, and he can only picture what sort of image the two of them made together, in the middle of the dancefloor, so obviously eye-fucking each other.
“Okay, just…where will we go?” Pete panted, eyes widening at the idea.
“Don’t worry about that, baby. Let’s just leave first, yeah?” he threw a questioning gaze at Pete, just to make sure he really wanted this. Even though his body was obviously screaming with want, Vegas still wanted to double check, because he was desperate at this point and he hoped Pete wouldn’t notice it in his voice. If the way Pete’s eyes darkened even further wasn’t enough to show his resolve, him tugging Vegas along to the exit of the club surely was.
Vegas took over, leading the way to his Ducati, all the while keeping his grip on Pete’s hand tight. Pete’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the motorbike, but luckily there wasn’t any fear in his eyes, if anything his eyes got even darker, which made Vegas smile. He wasn’t in the mood to force a frightened Pete on his bike, and have that possibly ruin the mood, so Vegas was relieved. He simply took the spare helmet Vegas offered him and secured it while Vegas was already hopping on the seat.
“Hop on, baby.” he smirked, waiting for Pete to follow.
Once he felt strong arms circling his waist and Pete’s head resting between his shoulder blades, he finally pushed back the kickstand and took off.
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When Pete decided on having a night out, maybe going home with a random hook up, just to forget about his father—and the beating he managed to avoid after his last won match earlier that night, due to his father being too intoxicated to even get up—he didn’t expect this.
This meaning meeting a literal god. Once he felt the commotion behind his back at the club, he expected another incident and leaving unsatisfied and disappointed. What he didn’t predict was turning around and finding himself in the presence of the most handsome man he has ever laid his eyes on. He couldn’t even pinpoint what exactly took his breath away, the sharp gaze or the even sharper cheekbones, or maybe it was the borderline devilish smirk he was sporting. Whatever it was, it screamed of danger, and quite frankly, Pete was so into it he was ready to drop to his knees right there and then.
Pete was even further aroused when he heard his voice. Especially when it was putting ideas into Pete’s head, further feeding into his fantasies. So when they left on Vegas’ motorbike—which holy shit , he never thought he had a thing for that , but Vegas might be proving him wrong—he thought he might burst from want, he almost managed to wrap the entire length of his body around Vegas by the end of the ride. He tried to subtly rub his hard length against him, hoping it would make him go even faster, Pete was losing his patience.
When they finally arrived in front of a hotel and got off the bike, Pete let out a loud sigh of relief that made Vegas chuckle darkly.
“Impatient, pet?” and fucking hell, if he heard Vegas call him pet one more time he will come untouched like a fucking virgin. He rolled his eyes, huffing out a sarcastic ‘no’.
That earned him a heated glare and a hand gripping his jaw tightly pulling him closer to whisper “Don’t roll your eyes at me, pretty, you won’t like the outcome all that much.”
The threat caused heat to surge down to Pete’s already painfully hard cock. He probably shouldn’t find the possibility of this stranger hurting him or potentially denying him an orgasm hot, but Pete never claimed he was sane. And it was definitely happening, them fucking that is, and Pete has never been so excited before to have sex with someone.
“Are you sure about that?” he responded, and really he was just asking for it at this point. He was shameless about it, too, because he wanted this wonder of a man to do the worst imaginable things to him. The thought alone made him shudder in his hold.
He was barely surprised when he got pulled along roughly to the hotel, following Vegas with eager steps, his heart pounding in his ears. The check in could have lasted five minutes or five years, Pete wouldn’t know the difference with the way he was zeroed in on Vegas. They tried to be subtle in their harsh grips and gazes heavy with lust, but if the looks they got from the staff were any indication, they were doing a terrible job.
They were finally given a key, room 306, and they hurried off to the elevator. The second the doors closed Vegas was back in his space, pushing him back against the wall, pressing the button to the correct floor in the process. Pete felt his breath being punched out at the impact, but the long moan he let out was cut off once Vegas’ lips were on his. The kiss was all raw hunger, hands roaming and squeezing every body part they could reach, tongues meeting in the middle. Pete felt like he was being devoured whole.
Once the doors opened Vegas pulled away, and Pete stifled the whine that almost left him. He was pulled towards their hotel room, Vegas fiddled with the lock for a few moments, and once the door opened and they stepped in, he kicked the door closed, and with it followed Pete.
“Fucking hell, Pete.” Vegas groaned, as his hands pulled off Pete’s jacket all the way, throwing it on the floor. Pete put his arms back around his neck, pulling him in, their noses touching as they breathed into each other’s mouth.
“Vegas – please.” he begged, what for he wasn’t so sure, all he was sure of was that he would take anything Vegas is willing to give him. And he felt like he won’t be disappointed this time.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked, as his fingers gripped Pete’s jaw, tilting his head back. Pete let him do as he pleases, parting his legs to make space for the knee pushing between his thighs. “Do you know what you’re begging for?”
“Anything.” Pete gasped out, swallowing under the hand currently gripping his throat with mild strength.
“That’s not the safest thing to ask of someone like me, pet.” Vegas grinned, his sharp smile making Pete’s stomach flip, or maybe that was the effect the words had on him. Pete wasn’t sure.
“I would hope so.” he challenged, and Pete really, really did hope so. Vegas didn’t seem like the type to hold back, and Pete couldn’t wait any longer, which is why he pushed Vegas back an inch so he could get his hands on his belt.
“Fuck my mouth, please.” the words left him as he was already sinking down on his knees, keeping his eyes locked on Vegas’ own. He could see them darkening and the gaze getting sharper as he took in Pete’s trembling hands currently working on unbuckling the belt, and his lips already parting, wet from the constant licking and biting.
“I can’t deny you when you ask so nicely.” he said sweetly, but nothing about the way he was looking into Pete’s eyes was sweet. Pete finally pulled his underwear down and was met with a view that made his mouth water. Vegas was big , bigger than he expected, and he expected quite a lot. He felt his eyes widen and distantly heard Vegas chuckle above him.
He didn’t let that deter him in his goal though, he opened his mouth further, sticking his tongue out to lick slowly at the tip savoring the taste of pre cum on his lips. He was so lost in the slow licks that he startled when he felt a hand gripping his hair roughly, tilting his head back. It hurt, and the hiss escaping his lips seemed to make Vegas even more pleased with himself.
“Get on with it, pet. I want to see your pretty lips stretched around my cock.” Vegas’ words were filled with heat that spurred Pete on, and Vegas finally pushed his head onto his cock, filling his mouth in one single thrust.
He felt the tip hit the back of his throat immediately, but he forced himself to not gag, and adjust to the feeling of Vegas so far in his throat. He stopped after he was fully nestled inside, moving his hand from Pete’s hair to the corner of his mouth where Pete could feel drool collecting from the stretch. Vegas pulled with his thumb, opening up Pete’s mouth even further.
“So pretty for me like this…that obedient little mouth of yours.” he chuckled, wiping the drool from his thumb on Pete’s cheek and settling a hand back into his hair, twisting painfully. Pete felt his cock stir in his tight pants and it was torturous, but he wanted to focus on Vegas’ pleasue for now so he pushed the feeling of discomfort back and focused on the task at hand.
Vegas finally moved his hips, pulling out until only the tip was left inside, and Pete took the opportunity to breathe through his nose properly, before he came back with a strong thrust. The rhythm he kept had Pete struggling for breath but he didn’t dare show any disobedience in front of him and simply relaxed further, reducing himself to a warm hole Vegas could use for his pleasure.
He let his eyes wander back up, and was met with Vegas looking down on him with eyes so dark and hazed with lust he felt his own cock twitch in his pants. He held the eye contact as he twirled his tongue around Vegas’ length, hollowing out his cheeks in an attempt to darken those piercing eyes even further.
“Fuck, Pete…” his thrusts sped up, and Pete’s eyes started welling up with tears from the force, he couldn’t keep the slight gags at bay anymore but that didn’t seem to bother Vegas. If anything, he looked even more wrecked like this, throat bared, looking up at the ceiling, Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow, and soft curses leaving his parted lips in Thai and English alike. Probably a third language Pete wasn’t even able to register in the state he was in, mind clouded with lust so deep he couldn’t help but rut against nothing. He let his eyes roll back into his head when he felt Vegas pushing one foot against his straining cock, giving him relief he felt shake him all the way to his bones, while also gripping Pete’s hair with such strength he couldn’t help but whimper against the length in his mouth.
As he felt Vegas’ muscles clench under his hands that were gripping at his thighs, nails digging into the material of Vegas’ pants, he was being pulled off roughly and the empty feeling in his mouth had him letting out a loud whine. It turned into a grunt as the pressure on his cock lessened and he was pulled into a standing position once again. Though calling it standing would be generous considering he couldn’t even hold his own weight up, and Vegas was the one keeping him up straight in between the door and his own body.
“God you’re just perfect aren’t you, pet?” the rumble of Vegas’ voice, now slightly shaky with pleasure, was all the warning Pete got before his tongue was back, deep in Pete’s own mouth. Kissing Vegas made him feel so slack Pete was scared he would just melt into a puddle in this man’s hold. He assumed Vegas could taste himself on Pete’s tongue which just made him feel that tiny bit more insane, moaning into the kiss.
“My turn now, baby.” he said, before pulling away and kneeling, pushing Pete’s hips firmly against the door. He pulled on Pete’s waist chain with his teeth, closing his mouth around the skin and sucking intently, leaving the skin red and wet. Pete couldn’t help thinking about how the marks would look later, properly bruised a dark purple color. The image caused a shudder to wreck through his body, a groan leaving his mouth.
He wriggled his hips under the strong hands holding him down, which earned him a harsh bite on the skin of his stomach, a commanding “behave” being spit up at him.
Vegas’ tone and the way he looked up at Pete as if he’s fully in control even though he’s the one on his knees, caused a loud whine to leave Pete’s lips. He couldn’t believe this man was real, kneeling before Pete, planning to do what? Suck him off? Maybe he would use his obviously skilled fingers on Pete’s hole while doing so, or just fuck him immediately into the door? Pete’s head was spinning with all the possibilities, knowing that he would equally enjoy every single option…though the idea of Vegas’ thick cock splitting him in half against the door had his insides burning. The prospect of someone hearing them in the hallway, or one of the other rooms, doing nothing but causing Pete to sink down even further into the lust clouded state he was in.
“Vegas, please just touch me, please .” he begged, putting one hand in Vegas’ hair but it was immediately swatted away. Vegas held his wrists firmly against the door.
“Where, pet?” the mocking tone, and amused tilt of his head were playing a good role feigning nonchalance, but Pete could see the undeniable promise of something darker in his eyes. A burning fire obviously not willing to be tamed, not that Pete would ever imagine trying that.
“You know where.” Pete bit out rudely, a frown overtaking his features.
The chuckle that followed left him breathless, as the warm breath hit his right hip, where Vegas was working on an especially painful mark. Obviously Vegas was done playing, the determined slide of his hands going towards Pete’s zipper, finally pulling the ridiculously tight pants off. His boxers following right after.
“No legacy is so rich as honesty… oh, baby .” Vegas was obviously quoting the tattoo adorning his left hip back to him, but Pete was left no space to answer the questioning tone, before Vegas was attacking the inked skin with sharp teeth. He didn’t hang around it for long, before detaching Pete from the door only to spin him around and push him back against it, face and hips flush against the wood. His cock jumping at the contact with the cold surface.
Pete felt all the air leave his lungs on his next groan, because really, he didn’t expect this. This being Vegas’ strong hands squeezing his ass so hard he was positive it would leave blue and purple marks the next day and pushing them apart to settle the tip of his nose in between, wet lips only just caressing his hole. The inhale he could hear was absolutely obscene, and had Pete’s cheeks turning bright red with embarrassment, as well as gut wrenching arousal.
“Goddammit, pet.” he felt the groan, more so than heard it, against his hole due to all his senses being way too overwhelmed to function properly.
The tiny nip of teeth on his ass cheek had him yelping, and pushing against the wood of the door, moaning at the stimulation on his dripping cock that has been neglected for too long.
“Vegas, please—ohh.” his pleading was cut off by a warm tongue licking a stripe from the bottom of his hole, all the way to the top of his ass. He couldn’t stop the string of curses leaving him as Vegas continued the ministrations with his tongue, only fastening in pace, and growing with eagerness. He tried rutting against the door, but Vegas’ grip was too tight and he was left writhing and whining in frustration, because Vegas just wouldn’t actually stick his damn tongue inside Pete already. Vegas pulled off completely and cut off Pete’s next whine with a slap to his right cheek. Pete gasped in surprise, tears welling up in his eyes once again at how good everything felt, like a fire burning from his reddening flesh all the way to his throat making it hard to take a single full breath.
“Patience, pretty, you wouldn’t want me to stop, would you now?” the possibility of Vegas actually stopping had him whining again, frantically shaking his head. Vegas chuckled against his fluttering hole.
“No, no, please no, Vegas.” he sobbed, clenching his hands into fists on the surface of the door, willing his hips to still.
“Good pet.”
Pete keened at the praise, his knees buckling but Vegas kept him in place, returning to the previous assault on his hole. Only this time, he finally prodded the ring of muscle with his tongue, and Pete almost screamed in pleasure. Vegas kept the pace for a while, switching between circling his tongue along the rim and sticking the tip inside, barely breathing at all. He was working on Pete’s ass like a starved man, and Pete couldn’t do anything but moan uncontrollably and try to hold himself up on shaky legs. The next time Vegas pulled back to catch his breath Pete felt him spit on his hole before diving back, causing Pete’s cock to twitch helplessly between his stomach and the door. As Vegas used one thumb to finger Pete’s dripping hole open, Pete saw stars. His moans only getting louder and more consistent. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oh god, ple—please Vegas, fuck me already.” he gasped, the begs leaving his tongue, hoping Vegas would finally give him what he wants, no, what he needs.
Vegas pulled back in favor of sinking his teeth into Pete’s right cheek once again, this time Pete thought he might be breaking skin with the force of the bite. Pete hoped he was. He wanted the taste of himself to be tinged with blood, once Vegas came up to kiss him again.
As if reading his mind, Vegas lapped at the bite mark he left there, and finally stood up, pressing his achingly hard cock against Pete’s abused ass. He replicated the bite he left on his ass on the flesh right under Pete’s ear, inducing a full body shiver. “Shit, baby, you even taste amazing.”
“T-thank you.” Pete couldn’t recognize his own high pitched voice at the praise, making Vegas chuckle.
Vegas grabbed him by the chin, pulling his head into a deeply uncomfortable position, bringing him in for a kiss. Pete can’t complain though, his senses overwhelmed with the taste of Vegas’ lips, a tinge of a metallic flavor, confirming Pete’s suspicions.
“Come on, pet, let me give you what you want.”
He pulled Pete along by his wrist, after letting him kick his pants and underwear from his ankles, continuing the filthy push and pull of tongues. They finally reached the bed after stumbling towards it clumsily, too lost in each other to pull back, knocking over something from the dresser. As they finally neared it, Vegas pulled back, taking Pete’s crop top off and leaving him completely bare, save for the waist chain and choker still sitting on his sweaty skin. Pete would feel insecure, if Vegas wasn’t looking at him like that, eyes blazing with lust and admiration.
Vegas pushed Pete back on the bed, keeping himself upright with one knee down on the mattress. “Ah, Pete, I could look at you like this forever.”
Pete couldn’t stop the furious red color rushing from his cheeks down to his exposed chest, even if he tried. A shy smile spread across his face, and it caused Vegas’ expression to change subtly. Pete would’ve missed it if he wasn’t so attuned to every single look this man directed at him. His head was tilted slightly to the right, a softer look overtaking the usually sinister eyes, the blatant lust seemingly taking a back seat at the moment. Though it was gone as soon as Pete clockled it, turning back to his old smirk and sharp gaze.
Seeing Vegas towering over him, almost fully clothed, while he was on display made him want to shy away. A long whine left his throat as he looked up at Vegas with impatient eyes. He wanted the man to fuck him already, just take him, use and bruise him up until Pete could no longer feel anything but him. Vegas’ lips, his cock, strong hands gripping at his body, bringing him closer and closer to the release he’s been craving for so long.
“Scoot further up, baby.” Vegas instructed, and Pete followed the demand eagerly. He watched with heavy lidded eyes, as Vegas started unbuttoning his snake print shirt, thanking whatever deity made Vegas only button up less than half the shirt. He traced his eyes over the newly uncovered skin as the shirt was discarded behind Vegas, taking in the defined abs and big, strong arms that steered Pete’s mind in the most unholy directions. A desperate whine left his throat at the sight, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. “ Shit, Vegas.”
Vegas looked down at him amused, finally lowering his body on the bed, towering over him. Pete followed Vegas’ hands as they reached for his unbuckled belt, pulling it all the way off and dropping it next to Pete. His gaze caught on the object laying next to his head, imagining what it would feel like if Vegas would use it on Pete, leaving marks, or tying his hands behind his back as he pounded into him. Vegas seems to have read his mind, laughing breathlessly at whatever he found in Pete’s eyes that flicked back to him.
“Okay, pet. What is going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? Do you want me to tie you up? A belt is less efficient than ropes, but I can work with it. Would you like that, Pete?”
Pete nodded furiously, the imagery shooting hot arousal straight towards his, already painfully hard, leaking cock. Vegas lost the rest of his clothes, finally sinking down on top of Pete, both of them groaning at the skin to skin contact. Finally.
“So eager, aren’t you, baby?” he said, capturing Pete’s lips in another hungry kiss, biting his lower lip hard enough to pull a whimper from Pete, leaving teeth imprints on the soft flesh. Pete let his arms wrap around the smooth skin of Vegas’ back, kissing back just as hard. Once he pulled back to catch his breath, Vegas continued kissing down his cheek, jawline, until he got to his neck, leaving a trail of dark red marks.
He panted as Vegas took both his wrists into his hands, holding them above his head. “Keep your hands there, pretty.” he whispered, continuing kissing down his chest, taking one nipple in his mouth and tugging with his teeth. Pete shuddered, his hands twitching with the need to dig his fingers in Vegas’ hair, perhaps pull a little just to get a reaction. Pete wanted to be good for Vegas though, so he kept his hands above his head, and lost himself in the pleasure, trying to keep his eyes open to watch Vegas as he sucked his nipples, hands traveling lower, avoiding the spot where Pete needed him most. He felt like he was being lit on fire, limbs growing limp with the onslaught of tongue and teeth all over his abdomen.
Pete’s breath stuttered once he felt cold fingers prodding at his hole, a low groan leaving him. He didn’t hear the sound of Vegas uncapping the lube, or pouring it on his fingers, too lost in the lust overtaking his body. “Shh, baby, just relax.” Vegas whispered, planting a kiss on Pete’s inner thigh, and Pete loosened up his muscles still tight from the shock, making it easier for Vegas to slip one finger in his hole.
Pete was far from a virgin, he’s fucked plenty of women and men, been fucked by plenty as well, but Vegas’ finger was better than anything he’s felt before, Pete’s own fingers were shorter and couldn’t reach far, no angle allowing him to actually finger himself properly. But this —Vegas’ finger was making a squelching noise as he pulled it out, and returned with slight force every time, getting Pete used to the feeling—Pete felt like he was on cloud nine.
Not long after, Vegas pushed in a second finger, leaving Pete panting and impatient, waiting for more. As he prodded around, stretching his fingers inside Pete to prepare him for his cock, he brushed against Pete’s prostate, and Pete swore he saw fucking galaxies on the inside of his eyelids. “Oh fuck—ngh, Vegas, right there, shit.”
Vegas continued pressing against the exact spot, eventually adding a third finger, making Pete feel positively insane.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear you.”
Pete whined at the loss as Vegas slipped his fingers out, but he wasn’t given time for mourning as he was being lifted by his hips, and manhandled onto his stomach, ass up and head pushed into the pillows. He couldn’t see what Vegas was doing in this position, but he heard a sound suspiciously similar to that of a belt buckle. His suspicions were confirmed when Vegas grabbed his wrists, pulling them behind his back and holding them together, as he tied them up tightly, the buckle digging harshly into the inner side of Pete’s wrists. He relished the feeling.
“See, Pete? I always come through with my promises.” Vegas breathed into his ear, draping himself over his back, hands holding Pete’s hips tightly. His cock rubbing over Pete’s ass, making his breath hitch.
“You’re gonna take me so well, baby, won’t you? That perfect ass of yours was made for fucking, just for me, right Pete?”
Pete nodded, eager to show Vegas that he was right, that Pete will take anything Vegas offers, better than anyone else who got the privilege of having Vegas like this in the past. “Yes, Vegas, yes…please.”
"Okay, pet.”
And he finally felt the head of Vegas’ cock entering him slowly, opening his hole up even further. He wasn’t sure when Vegas managed to put on a condom but that was the last thing on Pete’s mind right now. Pete let out a mewl at the feeling, the drag of Vegas’ hard length entering him making him feel on edge. Ears buzzing with anticipation, restrained hands clenching around nothing, mouth open with drool coating the pillow below him. Pete couldn’t bring himself to care, not with Vegas’ cock finally settling in him all the way, hands getting impossibly tighter on his hips. Pete was excited for the next few days, knowing he will see the marks of his time spent with Vegas every time he looked in a mirror, dressed up for the day, trained for his next fight, or took his morning shower.
“Fuck.” he heard a long groan behind him, before Vegas was pulling out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside, and thrusting back into Pete full force.
He couldn’t do much else but take it, as Vegas set a brutal pace immediately, his body being pushed further up the bed with every thrust. His mouth was slack now, letting out the most obscene sounds he wasn’t even registering, from the onrush of sensations. Vegas’ right hand moved to his ass, thumbnail digging into the bite mark he left previously, the pain shooting pleasure right into Pete’s cock, that was hanging pathetically between his trembling thighs, leaking onto the sheets below.
Pete never understood what people found so fascinating about sex, what exactly prompted them to talk about it with such enthusiasm. When Pete tried it for the first time, fucking a girl he found cute, it really left him barely satiated. He came as his mind conjured up images of purple skin, hands around necks, and bloody limbs back then. He kept trying, thinking, hoping that someone would give him what he wants, he fucked men and had been fucked by them, and still nothing. Either they complained that he was too rough or were too cowardly to actually fuck into Pete like he wanted it, always careful not to hurt him. As if Pete couldn’t take it, as if he didn’t insistently ask. So Pete really didn’t expect much from tonight, maybe a barely satisfying fuck at best, and using his own hand later on in the shower, once he got back home.
But this, god, Pete was having the time of his life. One of Vegas’ hands came around his body, his thrusts still just as hard and pace not slowing down even for a second, using two fingers to twist Pete’s nipples until they were sore and red, hurting from the stimulation. Pete was trembling on the bed, feeling like he was being split in half on Vegas’ cock. His moans were flowing out, completely unrestrained now.
Vegas leaned down, over Pete’s back to whisper in his ear “You’re so loud, pet. Do you want someone to hear you? Do you think you’re disturbing someone’s precious sleep right now with how loud you’re being, like the slut you obviously are.”
He felt Vegas’ teeth tug at his earlobe, pulling harshly, and Pete’s cock twitched in response to the words. A loud moan leaving him with a barely comprehensible ‘yeah’ hanging in the air.
“Oh, do you get off on that, pretty? Want other people hearing how good I’m stretching you around my cock right now? How you’re taking it perfectly like the obedient little whore you are?” Vegas huffed out a laugh, pushing harder into Pete, hitting his prostate dead on with every single thrust. Pete wasn’t so sure his body was his own at the moment, he felt detached from his own mind, a floaty feeling overtaking him.
“You’re so perfect like this, baby. Fucked out and bruised up, I wanna keep you like this forever. Could tie you up and fuck your tight little ass whenever I’d like, filling you up with my cum repeatedly. Would you like that, Pete? You would probably love it, my filthy little slut.” the words were followed by Vegas gripping the end of the belt, pulling Pete roughly back on his cock with every thrust, left hand slowly moving to his waist, fingernails digging in leaving bloody scratches behind.
All he could do is moan a loud ‘yes’ in response to Vegas’ words, as the man continued pounding into his ass, right hand now wrapping around Pete’s neck to lift him up from the pillow he left wet with drool. Pete had a little common sense left in him to register how Vegas managed to pull his entirely slack body up with one hand, only to have it knocked out by the action. Something about Vegas’ raw strength, and the way he manhandled Pete however he pleased, left Pete feeling blissed out, like he was existing just for this moment here. Vegas fucking into him like there’s no tomorrow, one hand back to bruising up his hip, the other around his neck pulling him upwards to meet the firm muscles of his chest.
Pete’s breath faltered as Vegas tightened the grip around his throat, cutting off his oxygen completely until Pete felt lightheaded, the grip loosening for a second, just to come back even tighter the second Pete got a proper gulp of air. He let his head fall back against Vegas’ shoulder, eyes rolling back into his head as he was left lightheaded once again.
“You look so beautiful like this, baby, you have no idea what you do to me.” Vegas groaned, biting at Pete’s shoulder, the hand circling his throat finally letting up, moving to grip Pete’s jaw. Pete tried catching his breath, but wasn’t given the chance before Vegas was pushing his tongue back into his open mouth, devouring him, all while he continued pounding into Pete’s ass even harder.
Pete let out a high pitched moan into Vegas’s mouth, feeling his orgasm nearing. The pressure in the bottom of his stomach felt all consuming as he opened his eyes to look at Vegas when he pulled back. Vegas looked fucking angelic, though Pete was sure angelic is the last word he should use to describe the man currently abusing his prostate, and holding him in a bruising grip. He never let his eyes stray away from Vegas’ as the man slowly moved his hand into Pete’s hair, pulling his head back, spitting into his open mouth. Pete felt the next whine rip out of him from the back of his throat. “Fucking hell, Vegas…shit—nghn”
Pete was a goner, really, that might be the hottest fucking thing ever. Vegas dove back in, licking, biting and sucking at Pete’s lips, their groans intertwining in the space between them. Pete’s not sure he’ll ever be able to go back to the sex he was having before this, without Vegas’s constant grip on his waist and hip, the hand blurring his vision every time he would tighten the grip around his neck, the filthy way in which Vegas kissed him, eating away at him, leaving his lips red with teeth imprints, taking away the last bit of sanity Pete had left.
“You’re so fucking sexy , Pete.” Vegas hissed, as his fingers slipped under the choker still sitting against Pete’s neck, tugging harshly cutting off the moans leaving his parted lips.
The distant pressure in his gut from before only grew in intensity, and Pete was gonna come, untouched, split in half on Vegas’ cock. He put all his effort into making his words coherent, to warn Vegas “Shit, baby, baby I’m coming—Vegas.”
Pete felt the intensity in his gut leave him in waves, releasing onto the sheets below him, his stomach, he came, and came, and came. He’s pretty fucking positive he’d never come so much in his life, not even when he was just learning how his dick worked once he hit puberty. Not when he fingered himself for the first time, not when he got fucked for the first time, not ever. His body grew completely limp in Vegas’ hold and he wasn’t even sure he was fully conscious.
“Fuck, Pete.” he heard, before his head was roughly pushed back into the wet pillows, Vegas pulling his ass up so he can chase his own pleasure now. The feel of Vegas’ cock hitting his sensitive prostate was too much, had him mewling into the sheets before him, but he didn’t dare move or try and wriggle away. He just took it, his spent cock twitching painfully against his thigh, but he paid it no mind. His entire focus was on Vegas, the unrestrained moans leaving his mouth as he was reaching his high. His consistent pace started growing unsteady, fingernails digging into the skin of Pete’s hips, hard enough to bleed.
With one final thrust he could feel Vegas tense behind him. Finally collapsing on top of his back, body shaking and a loud groan muffled by the way he was biting at the skin of Pete’s neck, leaving another deep purple bite mark.
They were both panting, trying to come down from their high, when Pete distantly registered Vegas pulling back and slipping out of him. He let out a whimper at the loss but Vegas was right there, whispering in his ear “It’s okay, pretty, I’m right here. Let’s untie your wrists, yeah?”
Pete just hummed as Vegas got to work on the belt, still not fully back in his body, but conscious enough to register the dull pain in his wrists as his hands dropped down by his sides. He moaned quietly at the feeling, the sparks shooting up his almost numb arms, and his back muscles aching from the strain, leaving him satiated. A sigh left his lips when he felt Vegas dropping gentle kisses on his neck, shoulders, anywhere he could reach in this position, paying special attention to the marks he left, solidifying them with a final nip and slide of his tongue. Pete felt absolutely elated under the attention he was receiving.
“I’ll just go and get a towel to clean you up, baby. I’ll be right back.” Vegas got up leaving a kiss on his temple, and Pete tried getting his brain back online, which was as successful as you’d imagine it would be after getting your back blown out. He managed to roll onto his back though, the disgusting feeling of drying come on his stomach serving as motivation. Pete was thinking about how gentle Vegas just was compared to how he’d manhandled Pete not even five minutes earlier. It had strange feelings bubbling up in his chest, so he was thankful that Vegas was coming back, with a wet towel in hand and a smirk on his handsome face, to stop that train of thought.
“You look lost in thought, pretty. What is it?” Vegas questioned, straddling Pete and wiping the cum off his stomach, and the small amounts of blood coating his hip and waist. He rubbed slow circles onto his wrists and Pete sighed in relief.
“Nothing special, that was just…fucking perfect.”
Vegas laughed in delight and Pete found himself wishing to hear more of that sound. He had to get his brain in control, he didn’t even know this guy, besides knowing how his dick felt when it was deeply buried inside him, knowing how his eyes look when they’re hazy with lust, how his hands feel around his throat and his tongue in his hole. Fuck, Pete was fucking losing it, realizing that he wouldn’t mind knowing more about the handsome stranger who just made him experience the best sex of his life. “Yeah baby, it was. You were perfect.”
And really, how could Pete possibly stop the shy laugh leaving his lips, and the feeling curling around his lungs from reappearing. Knowing that Vegas was capable of bruising him and bringing him to the most intense high imaginable, only to bring him down with gentle hands and soft words.
After cleaning his stomach, Vegas leaned down, now face to face with Pete while straddling him. Pete couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming the man’s perfect features. He never thought about what his type physically may be, not really meeting anyone that was just perfect to look at, but Vegas. The sharp eyes mesmerized Pete as he looked up at him, just now noticing the scar going through his right eyebrow. He lifted up his hand, sliding his thumb over it, palm resting on his sharp cheekbone, fingertips ghosting over Vegas’ temple. Pete was awestruck by his beauty, eyes moving over to the red, well kissed lips, and who could blame Pete for giving in. He slowly leaned up to drop a kiss to the soft flesh, lightly nipping his lower lip on the way down.
Vegas followed after him, connecting their lips once again but not kissing him, just exchanging breaths. Pete felt Vegas wiping the dried drool and tears off his cheeks, using the edge of the wet towel, before finally speaking “You’re so pretty, Pete.”
Pete’s cheeks were heating up, but he wasn’t about to back down “I could say the same thing about you.”
It was definitely worth seeing the look of disbelief flashing across Vegas’ face, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, cheeks reddening. And Pete couldn’t help but chuckle at that, this man that just fucked him into the mattress, shyly looking down on him. “What’s the matter?” he laughed, “It’s true.”
“It’s—just—nothing, it’s nothing.” he stuttered, throwing the towel somewhere next to the bed, finally settling down next to Pete. He pulled him along, so Pete was now resting his head on his strong chest, content with just feeling Vegas breathe underneath him.
They laid there in silence for a while, Pete slightly dozing off at times. He felt Vegas brushing a hand down his back, tracing random shapes, hand finally coming to a rest on top of his ass, lightly squeezing the flesh.
“So, Pete. Did I give you what you wanted?” he asked, though the smug tone his words were laced with suggested to Pete that he very much knew the answer that would follow. So Pete decided to tease him a bit.
“Hmm, it was alright . You should up your game a bit, Vegas.”
He hissed, as he felt the hand squeezing his ass hard , Vegas’ chest rumbling beneath him.
“Oh really, pet?” Vegas gripped Pete’s hair pulling him off, getting back on top, in between Pete’s spread legs. “Are you sure about that?”
His eyes narrowed, fingers pressing into a particularly dark bite mark on Pete’s neck, making Pete groan loudly. He felt his spent cock trying to twitch back to full hardness again, and if the smirk adorning Vegas’ face was anything to go by, he felt it too.
“Lying just like that, pretty?” he clicked his tongue disapprovingly, “Do you know what untamed pets get?” Vegas licked over Pete’s Adam’s apple moving all the way up to his chin, reddening the skin with a gentle bite.
Pete groaned at the heat in Vegas’ words, “I’m not so sure I do, why don’t you show me?” Vegas smiled, all sharp teeth and lust clouding his vision.
He pulled Pete in abruptly by his thighs, ass fully on his lap, leaning down to kiss the soft flesh of his legs. Pete’s skin was buzzing with anticipation, imagining all the things awaiting him tonight, all the shit that happened that day long gone from his brain that was slowly turning into mush under Vegas.
“Oh, I’ll show you baby.” he said, grabbing Pete’s hair and pulling him up roughly, his body now fully in Vegas’ lap. Pete tried balancing himself with his limp limbs, tightening them around Vegas’ slim waist, head coming down to rest on his shoulder.
“Come on, pet, don’t tell me you’re tired already. Ride me, show me just how desperate you are for my cock.” he growled, pushing Pete’s head up, their eyes connecting with primal desperation visible in them. Pete smiled.
And if he spent the whole night showing just how well he could take Vegas, however the other man pleased, well, the moon shining down on their sweaty skin was their only witness, and hopefully none of the hotel’s guests.