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Pete considered himself to be perfectly level-headed. It was all thanks to his training for being a bodyguard after all. Yet ever since Pete had started dating Vegas, his emotions were all over the place.
When it came to Vegas, it was a constant battle between keeping sane and fighting against his need for Vegas every second he was near.
Vegas loved Pete and Pete loved Vegas. It was as simple as that. But this one ugly emotion kept stemming inside since Pete got his hands on this one file in Vegas' pc.
Pete was not the kind to snoop, that was the last thing he would do. He trusted Vegas with his entire being. But that one day. That one fucking day—when Vegas had called Pete and asked him to mail over a file in his pc, changed things.
Besides, who the fuck names their folder as 'my tapes' if it consisted of sextapes full of your past flings that you filmed for God knows what fucking reason. Pete expected to find clips that gave insight into Vegas' life before him. He expected cute baby Vegas, maybe crying his eyes out for not watching to go to school.
Instead, Pete was presented with random men pleasing his boyfriend in various positions like a cheap grade porno.
Pete was fuming by the time he reached the second tape as he watched Vegas being pleasured by a petite boy. His cock fucking the delicate mouth of someone called Yim. The cock that belongs to him. Pete knew he was being unreasonable. Sure Vegas was a fuckboy before he was with Pete but that ugly voice in his head kept bugging him with the thought of how Vegas had multiple partners before him while Pete had only been with Vegas.
So there goes the one little reasonable thought that could have calmed Pete down.
So Pete, who had no sense of control when it came to his possessiveness with Vegas, set off into thoughts. Not just one but a million. Like—maybe he could give Vegas silent treatment for still keeping those fucking tapes. But that was too imperturbable for his taste. Pete needed to teach his boyfriend a lesson and it had to be in such a way that Vegas would never dare forget that he belonged to Pete just as much as Pete belonged to Vegas.
It was when Vegas arrived home with a broad smile—one that dropped the moment he watched Pete's upset face—that Pete had settled on a punishment.
"Did something happen, baby?" Vegas decided to test the waters and asked. Pete scowled at him, walking towards his bedroom as Vegas followed after with a confused expression. Pete sat down on their bed, staring up at his boyfriend with a grim face.
"I found your old hobby," Pete replied, sarcasm dripping in his voice, he got hold of his phone, scrolling through aimlessly to hold himself from lashing out.
"What..hobby?" Vegas' voice sounded meeker as the moment passed.
"There's one particular clip you seemed to be enjoying the most. Yim, was it?" Pete crossed his legs and acted like he was pondering over something serious and not just Vegas' old boy-toys. "Or was it Rain?"
Pete watched the moment his boyfriend's face paled. He tilted his head in fake concern, eyes glinting with mischief since he had Vegas exactly where he wanted. Vegas on the other hand, did not spare a minute crouching down on his knees in front of Pete, he looked up at his lover with panic in his eyes and in that moment pete had almost given in.
"Pete, baby. That's just the past. You know I love you and only you now," Vegas begged, the vulnerability clear in his voice. He grabbed Pete's hands, squeezing them in a way he was afraid Pete might walk away right this moment.
"Then why have you not deleted them?" Pete's voice was clinical and sharp. He pulled his hands away, not wanting to risk losing control right when he was in the middle of this negotiation—right when he had an upper hand.
"I forgot. I swear!" And Pete believed him. But God that feeling of inferiority and jealousy occupied Pete's brain like a viral infestation. Would Vegas have done this to Porsche as well if Porsche had managed to give in to him? Would Vegas have enjoyed Porsche's mouth just as much as he did in those clips? Would Vegas have recorded and kept their time together like a bloody reminder?
Pete wanted to scream. No, he wanted to hit something other than his boyfriend. How had he ended up in such a situation?
"Pete..are you listening to me? It's only you," Vegas whispered, rising up to kiss Pete. He held Pete's cheeks with tenderness and planted their lips together. The one thing Vegas had never done to Pete's relief was kiss any of his hook-ups. Those lips were meant for him and only him. So, Pete let Vegas deepen the kiss, let him take control as he pushed them back on the bed and climbed over Pete's body.
Now in any other situation, Pete would have given up. Let Vegas fuck him slow and sweet into the morning sun with promises of love and worship marked into his skin until Pete felt so blissed out he would hit himself in the head for ever doubting Vegas. But this was a different situation.
Pete had an idea. And he would do everything to go through with it.
He placed his hands over Vegas' shoulders, taking a moment to lap their tongues together before using his entire force to flip them over. Vegas stared at Pete in surprise as Pete pulled back and locked his knees around Vegas' hip with a slight smirk on his face.
"Is this how you want to play?" Vegas asked in his hoarse voice. Pete shook his head, slowly grinding his hips down on Vegas as his boyfriend looked at him in surprise.
"You are not getting out of this by just fucking me, Vegas," Pete replied continuing the slow torture he had going on against Vegas' clothed erection. "God, you have no idea how fucking angry I am."
"Then tell me what you want. Anything. I will give it to you," Vegas replied, eyes pleading Pete until Pete twisted his hips in one particular rough grind that had Vegas gasping and shutting his eyes in pleasure.
"Anything?" Pete asked innocently like this wasn't the plan all along. To get Vegas to a point of no return. His insides sang with joy as Vegas nodded vigorously, probably thinking that Pete was just about to ask something as menial as a play session.
Just when Vegas was about to hold his hips, Pete got off his lap, sitting back down on the mattress and leaving Vegas to look disoriented and on the verge of losing his mind.
"Contact those whores of yours and ask them to come over for a day," Pete said with finality watching Vegas' eyes widen.
"W-what?" Vegas spluttered and it was almost comical. Pete on the other hand, nodded to confirm.
"You're not the only one that can have fun baby," Pete smiled in a 'don't test me' manner and he could swear he saw Vegas shudder at this new side of Pete. Vegas, who was sitting in the most awkward way with his erection clearly straining against his pants while his eyes stayed trained on Pete.
"And what will you do with them?" Vegas asked hesitantly.
"See if they are as fun as your expressions claimed to be in those clips. After all, you must have kept them for reminiscing right?" Pete shouldn't have said that because anger painted Vegas' face but Pete's hurt ran deeper than anything Vegas was feeling at the moment. Pete was hurt because deep down a part of him had always been a victim of an inferiority complex that would creep up on days even after being chosen by the heir of the minor family.
"I don't even know where any of them are!"
"You are a mafia boss please don't use those bullshit excuses against me," Vegas finally looked defeated, sighing into his hands at this absurd request Pete came up with.
"Pete—"
"I want it, Vegas. For this one please let me do it for my own sake of mind. Who knows it could be something refreshing for me," Pete had no idea why he had resorted to pleading but Vegas didn't question a single thing after that. He nodded but leaned forward and grabbed his lover's hand, kissing his fingers as gently as one could. Pete let him, after all he had won.
"Anything for you baby,"
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It took a few days. Pete had gone through each of the clips despite Vegas' protests. He was thorough in his screening process. After all, Pete was not going to have an orgy with a folder full of people. That was a stupid idea and a little too extreme even for me. He had just watched and re-watched the clips to final out three people who Vegas seemed to have enjoyed the most. He handed the names to Vegas who eyed them wearily before searching out for them.
It was day three by the time Vegas settled next to Pete with news that they had agreed to come over. Pete, although excited, was also nervous at some point. With the plan he had in mind, he hadn't had sex with anyone but Vegas. No one has touched him like the way the boy had and no one could come close to replicate it either.
Partly why Pete was nervous was how Vegas would perceive his plan. Was Vegas even into voyeurism? And if Vegas did end up going through with the plan, what if he looked at his ex-hookups and decided that he had been wrong all along for staying with Pete?
But Pete shoved these thoughts down when he started to explain everything to Vegas about what he needed.
"So I am going to be just watching?" Vegas questioned incredulously. Pete laughed at his face before he nodded.
"Yes. All your boys have to do is pleasure me with their ways while you watch," Pete replied with a fake smile, he was getting good at this.
"They're not my boys. You are mine," Vegas replied through gritted teeth.
"So does that mean 'yes'?"
And that's how Pete ended up in a room with three men he had never met before. All of them with delicate features that you couldn't help but stare at. Unlike Pete who could as well be a wallflower on his normal days.
No, Pete thought to himself. This wasn't about who looked better because that didn't matter. What mattered was that they were right in front of Pete at his request, ready to pleasure him.
Pete sat in nothing but his shorts and shirt—going for a laid back look rather than wanting to dress up for this. His legs stayed crossed as he stared at the boys standing in front of him with appreciation and a little envy. His aim for tonight was to rile up Vegas as much as he could—well until he couldn't even hold onto Pete's rules.
Vegas had taken a seat in the corner of the room, his eyes following Pete's every movement like a hawk. He hadn't acknowledged any of the three at all and It's what fueled Pete's confidence.
"Hi, I'm Pete. Vegas' boyfriend," Pete smiled at them in a fake manner, all dimples and creased eyes. It was his way of asserting himself and it clearly worked as the boys stared between them in surprise. Pete's best guess was that they had thought this was for Vegas' pleasure and not Pete's. That's where he had to prove them wrong.
"Yim," the boy with blonde hair spoke, he stared at Pete in amusement while his eyes drifted towards Vegas every once in a while.
"Rain," a boy with tanned skin and curls spoke, he looked clearly more excited about this whole situation than Pete was.
"Tee," the last one said. He was slightly muscular, different from Vegas' usual type and Pete gave him a once over.
"Okay now that we're past introductions, let's get to work!" Pete uncrossed his legs and dropped the shirt without any further do. He directed his attention to Vegas who exuded dominant energy despite being in a corner.
"Are you ready babe?"
Vegas let out a little noise of approval as he sat glumly at not being able to touch Pete. Pete grinned at him in return.
"Feel free to take pleasure in watching us," Pete teased him.
Pete had set ground rules: no marking on his skin and that he liked it as rough as it gets but once he used his safeword—red, they all had to stop. He wasn't going to take it farther than he already had. He went ahead and explained how any of them were free to walk out right that minute if they weren't into it.
Pete just wanted to be the center of their attention. The rest were up to the boys to take care of.
To Pete's surprise, not even Yim had walked out which made him giddy with excitement. He settled on the edge of the bed, summoning the boys closer.
It was Rain who had first approached and settled on his right with a grin. Pete allowed Rain to eagerly place kisses all over his neck and chest making Pete release an amused noise while running his hands through the boy's curls.
Pete trained his eyes on Tee, watching the boy settle on the other side and unbuttoning Pete's shirt as carefully as he could. His hands roamed Pete's chest, trailing lower and lower until it landed on his clothed erection. It was then that Pete heard a low groan—one that he knew belonged to Vegas who looked annoyed at the action of Tee rubbing Pete's erection.
"You alright there baby?" Pete fixated his gaze on Vegas, sounding a little breathy from the sensations. He smirked at his boyfriend who stared back with stern eyes but Pete noticed how his own hand trailed to the bulge forming in his pants.
Pete’s gaze broke away from Vegas, looking at Tee from under his lashes. The boy had a pretty face with a bunch of piercings and the moment Pete noticed the piercing on his tongue, he knew who his first kiss of the evening was going to be. Pete dove in, capturing the boy’s tongue in his mouth, kissing him as sloppily as it gets to tease Vegas. Tee looked taken by surprise at Pete's ferocity while kissing, but it took him no less than a second to get into rhythm, tongue lapping against each other as the metal rubbed the roof of his mouth.
Pete moaned halfway through the kiss, gasping into Tee's mouth as he felt his nippled being captured between a set of teeth he believed were Rain's. He went forward and grabbed Tee's hand, allowing him to rub his other nipple as they continued to make out. It was rapturous—the mix of all sensations together but not enough at the same time.
Pete wrenched his mouth away, allowing Tee to take his nipple into his mouth as he stared at Yim's unmoving figure with loud pants in an attempt to catch his breath. Pete was being intentional to not looking in Vegas' direction but he knew his lover was now more relaxed than his initial uptight self which somehow put him at ease too.
"Get here," Pete ordered Yim, who finally approached Pete. Pete watched as he towered over his figure, contemplating something before finally taking off his and Pete's shorts.
Pete grinned at the boy as he settled into his lap, legs falling on either side so his back faced Vegas and blocked Pete from the view. It was surprising because at first it seemed like Yim was about to take him in his mouth but guess the boy had other plans.
Yim grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing it over his hands before lathering it over Pete's dick. Pete shuddered under the coolness, cursing his own sensitive body for being so easily affected. He watched as Yim returned a smirk at him and started pumping his cock in slow, languish strokes. Pete held off at first, not wanting to give in, but the moment Yim brought his own cock into the picture, he let out a loud groan that bounced off the walls of this room.
"Fuck! Go faster," Pete cursed, lifting off his own hips off the bed to pump into his hand while the other two boys continued worshiping every part of his skin. It was Rain who had moved backwards and was now busy sucking at his pulse point. It gave him shivers as Yim continued pumping their dicks together.
"Maybe he's watching me and not you," Yim leaned forward and suddenly whispered into Pete's ear while Pete was lost in his pleasure. Pete suddenly snapped out of it, tilting his head with a mocking smile as he assessed Yim's smirk.
"That's where you're wrong because it's not you but me putting on a show here," Pete smiled with malice. "You're just a fucking prop, sweet Yim. I'm the center of this play."
And Pete said it out loud unlike Yim. His hand came up to halt Yim’s pumping, pulling the boy away by his hair and off his lap. Yim scowled at Pete, letting himself being dragged down to his knees in front of Pete’s cock.
"Start sucking, I need to see how good you are with that mouth," Pete ordered the boy, leaving an opening that he could clearly deny and walk away. But Yim inched closer, taking Pete into his mouth all at once and in that moment Pete thought of how different it was compared to when he was with Vegas. Sure, Yim was skilled with his tongue as he sucked him off. But to Pete's body, which was so well accustomed to everything of Vegas, this was a new experience and clearly not one that could beat his lover.
Pete threw his head back on Rain's shoulder, offering him one of his charming smiles. Rain was clearly the favorite one for Pete here despite the reason he was here in his first place. The boy had not a single hostile behavior since the beginning and Pete realized he was probably a call-boy for one of the nights.
The boy smiled back, eyeing Pete's lips in anticipation as his hands worked on Pete's ass.
"Do you want a kiss?" Pete whispered to him despite Vegas' grumble from nearby. Pete gave Vegas a sideway glance, smirking before he returned his attention back to Rain.
"Please," Rain replied with his voice so desperate that Pete decided to let him have this. The kiss was rough compared to Tee's, more teeth and fight for dominance. Pete groaned into his mouth, pulling the boy's lips between his teeth in a slow drag.
Pete sensed from the corner of his eye as Vegas unzipped his pants, probably to take out his dick. He was always impatient in that aspect. Bet it wouldn't take long before Vegas would get up from there and claim Pete as his own in front of them all. Exactly as Pete wanted.
Pete went ahead and brought Rain's hand to his mouth, swirling and coating it with saliva in a show that made Vegas gulp. It was when Rain drew back his fingers and inserted it into Pete's hole that Pete released a punched out groan and locked his eyes with his lover. He was panting hard, his back rubbing against Rain's chest as he moved his cock slightly against Yim's mouth.
Vegas' eyes were intent, boring into Pete's with equal amounts of lust and anger that promised a future full of delicious punishment. It brought a certain rush of satisfaction that Pete was right. Vegas wouldn't look at any of them, not the way Tee was frotting against Pete or the way Yim's ass was wiggling on the ground in obvious attempts to look sexy.
No, Vegas only looked at Pete and the movement of his tongue against his lips as a tease. He couldn't help but grin at his boyfriend who shamelessly raked Pete's body with his eyes.
Meanwhile, Pete let their hands roam his body. It was more of worship than a play to Pete. On other occasions he didn't mind being used. But only Vegas was allowed to use him and no one else. But why the fuck was it taking so long for him to get an orgasm out.
"Lick the underside of cock," came Vegas' gritty voice and everyone froze. But Vegas continued, his eyes still fixated on Pete with a smirk. He knew. He had caught up on the fact that Pete was struggling to get to his orgasm despite the three of them working simultaneously on him.
Rain's fingers weren't fucking him enough, they wouldn't touch the right places, nor did they come close to his prostate. And Yim's mouth, although hot and sloppy, did nothing to satiate the desire in him. But Pete wasn't giving up.
"Continue, why did you stop?" Pete lashed at them and the boys got back to work. Yim followed Vegas' orders one after the other as he directed the boy to Pete's sensitive points like one knew the back of their hand. It was hot and made Pete's arousal heightened but it still wasn't enough!
"Fuck it!" Pete cursed, deciding to take the matters into his own hands as he pushed Rain's fingers away and maneuvered Tee flat onto the bed, surprising the muscular boy with his strength. “Get your tongue out, maybe that ball would do a better job."
Pete was brutal in his words and actions but Tee obliged, getting his tongue out as Pete aligned his hole with his mouth. He lowered himself on the boy's face, careful not to choke him as he let the boy work on his hole. Pete gasped at the feeling of the cold metal against his rim, slowly making its way into his inside, he rocked his hips unknowingly, turning to Rain to give his next order.
"Rain darling, would you like to fuck Yim? His ass looks like it wants attention," Pete said and watched as Yim's eyes widened in acknowledgement and Rain's glinted in acknowledgment. Vegas on the other hand raised his brow in amusement at his husband knowing damn well why Pete had requested so. He settled his gaze on Yim, silently communicating through his eyes.
He will never fuck you. Never again.
Yim's jaw slackened against Pete's cock, making him want to let out a scream of frustration.
"Backing out Yim?" Pete questioned the boy but he shook his head nudging his chin at Rain.
"Come on, let's do what Master Pete wants," Yim bit out and Pete smirked at him, licking his lips and watching the boy prepare himself to take Rain in. On the first thrust, Yim let out a loud moan, gasping for air at the feeling of being completely filled. Pete took this opportunity to grab his hair and push him back on his cock.
"Vegas, baby. Look at us. All your bitches getting along," Vegas chuckled, sarcasm dripping down his words like a scourge meant for his lover. He watched as Vegas' jaw gritted in irritation, hands clenching on his thighs.
"You're taking it too far Pete," Vegas gritted out and Pete knew not to push anymore buttons. He looked away for the first time in embarrassment. What was wrong with him?
"Look at me. You don't get to look away now," Vegas ordered and Pete couldn't help but comply. He continued rocking his hips chasing his orgasm as he continued fucking Yim's mouth. Rain on the other hand looked completely pleased with fucking Yim. But none of this mattered because the moment Pete's eyes locked with his boyfriend, Vegas shed his pants and underwear and spread his legs, stroking his cock in a teasing manner that made Pete weaker than ever.
He wanted Vegas inside him over Tee's tongue. Vegas' hands over his entire body, holding him down while he fucking him so hard Pete would never forget who he belongs to. Pete felt his orgasm approaching yet nothing about it was as gratifying as before and Pete knew why. He licked his lips, tasting salt on his tongue from the tears of frustration that he didn't know were running down his cheek. His face was flushed and eyes felt droopy.
It wasn't fucking enough. It wasn't as hard as he wanted nor as deep as he craved for. It was nothing like what he shared with his boyfriend and Pete knew at that moment that this was a bad idea. This was supposed to feel satisfying. It was supposed to resolve the burning in his chest but all it did was intensify it. It was all his stupid idea and in this moment, Vegas held the power right now to make him feel better again or leave him in this mess.
"Vegas...Vegas please," Pete resorted to begging, his voice taking a whiny turn as Vegas smirked at him. "I-it's not enough. Please."
Pete groaned out loud, wanting to get off this bed and crawl to Vegas just so he would make him feel better. But Pete felt so weak he couldn't even bring himself to do so. He looked at Vegas, pleading with his eyes as he held his breath. And just like that something snapped between them in the moment.
"Enough!" Vegas spoke, voice heavy and authoritative. His hands halted in it's action of stroking as he stood up, walking in Pete's direction. Pete lifted his body off the mattress in a haze where only Vegas existed to him and no one else. It was like time had decided to slow down only to make this twice more excruciating for Pete than it already was. Pete wondered if this is what addiction felt like. Maybe he really was addicted to Vegas beyonds bounds.
The boys froze as they watched Vegas with curious eyes. Tee had withdrawn his face away and was now sitting up, all of them anticipating Vegas' next move. They all held their breath as they watched Vegas tower over Pete and for the first time since the day it all started , Pete noticed the vulnerability in his eyes—something he was too angry and too petty to acknowledge before. It was clear as day that Vegas had feared that this could have been the reason for Pete's departure.
Pete let out a sob, as Vegas reached out and rubbed his thumb against his cheeks, wiping away the tears. A sight that looked like something right out of a renaissance painting—Pete a mere mortal while Vegas a fallen angel. Pete held his next sob, scrambling forward to grab Vegas' face as he crushed their lips together. The sob that he had been holding eventually broke out, making Pete cry into the kiss as he tasted every part of Vegas' mouth like a starved animal.
"Get out. All three of you" Vegas broke away from Pete to order to the boys who stared at them with their mouth agape. "Move!"
Pete sensed as the boys scrambled away but too engrossed in touching every part of Vegas that he couldn't care less where they went.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Pete whispered into his mouth, pulling Vegas over his as they held onto each other with such desperation, like one held onto their next breath. Vegas on the other hand hadn't said a word ever since he started kissing. Pete let Vegas pull back, sliding down and taking him in his mouth and Pete shuddered. He let out a loud moan, hand sliding into Vegas' hair as he let Vegas work on his cock.
Vegas who sucked Pete off with desperation only they could understand. His tongue explored all the sensitive parts with hands digging into his hips so deeply that it could as well draw blood. Pete lifted his hips off the bed, thrusting into Vegas' mouth to chase his pleasure as he clawed at Vegas' hair.
It was blissful. Pete felt the familiar warmth of Vegas' mouth and his tongue work on his entire length and within minutes, Pete felt the exploding sensation spread through his body as he came down Vegas' throat. It made his nerves sing in pleasure that Pete didn't even realize of being flipped on his stomach. Vegas hadn't spared him any time before his tongue worked on his hole, hands spreading his ass open as he ate him out fervently.
Pete let out a scream of pleasure, unable to hold off any noises with the way Vegas was fucking him with his tongue. Pete turned his head, unknowingly locking eyes with the boys who hadn't left. They watched him getting wrecked by Vegas who looked more like a starved man scrambling for his meal. Pete's face broke out into a lazy grin, enjoying every second of their incredulous expressions.
Vegas groaned against him and Pete felt the vibrations, only making his sensations heighten. This was what Pete craved every time he thought about sex. It wasn't just the mechanisms of it, it was intimacy, the way Vegas knew Pete inside and out both physically and emotionally to know what Pete needed at this moment.
And what Pete needed was to be claimed and worshiped in a way Vegas had never done for anybody else.
Pete pushed his hips right into Vegas' face, screaming out his second orgasm that hit him sooner than he had anticipated, all within half the time Pete had spent with the foreplay earlier. Pete was breathless, he couldn't bother moving his body with the stickiness beneath, but what annoyed him was how silent Vegas was through the entire session. He turned around only to find the boy looking through his drawer and whipping out his paddle.
"Vegas-" Pete began, his voice hoarse from all the screaming. Vegas looked at him with his furrowed brows, bending down and grabbing Pete by his waist so he could bend on his knees. Pete knew what was coming and he bit his lips in anticipation as Vegas bent down to the level of his ear.
"Isn't this what you wanted, baby? For me to fuck you like the way I always do while they watch?" Vegas whispered in his ear, making the hair on his neck stand. Pete let out an embarrassing moan at Vegas' talk. Vegas turned to the boys, scowling at their existence but letting them stay because this is what Pete wanted.
"Count." He ordered the boys before bringing the paddle down on Pete's ass. Pete let out a scream, feeling the sting at first as heat started to bloom across his ass. He jutted his hips in Vegas' direction, earning an affectionate chuckle from his boyfriend before the next hit was brought upon. Pete was lost in the pain and the pleasure it brought along. If this was a state of limbo that everyone talked about, Pete wanted to be stuck in such a state forever. He heard nothing, his eyes were hazy with tears and in throat throbbing with the constant screams but what Pete focussed on was the aftermath of this and the ecstatic feeling it would bring.
"Twenty," Pete managed to hear despite the ringing in his ears. It was a slightly high pitched voice, something that replicated a sense of concern at how Pete was even able to go through with this until now. Pete let out a soft giggle which morphed into a whine as Vegas stopped. Pete was pulled back in seconds, feeling his surroundings shift as Vegas turned him around and onto his lap.
"My sweet love. You did so well," Vegas whispered, speaking to him at last as he kissed Pete, driving away any residual taste Pete could have held of any of those boys. Pete smiled at the endearments, shifting in Vegas' lap and straddling him despite the rapid throbbing of his rear. Pete just wanted Vegas inside him, at this point, to fill him up because this is where he belonged.
"Vegas.." Pete groaned, pleading with him with his eyes as words were beyond him at this point. Their foreheads were pressed against each other as they took deep breaths in the small space between them.
"Take what you want, Pete," Vegas said to him. His eyes were now softer, his face relaxed with no signs of anger. "Use me like you want to. Show them I only belong to you."
Pete smiled against Vegas' lips, finding the little strength he had in him to straddle Vegas' lap. Pete slowly lowered himself onto Vegas' cock, enjoying the burn he felt as it stretched him open—a feeling he would never get tired of. Pete took his time until Vegas was fully inside him before claiming his lips once again. He slowly gyrated his hips, finding the angle where it hit his prostate. Vegas' hands came around Pete's underside and wrapped around his back, he held Pete closer, letting their body rub against each other as Pete started riding him.
"F-fuck, Faster baby," Vegas begged Pete, moving to capture his nipple in his mouth. Pete cursed out loudly, throwing his head back and catching the boys watching them in amazement from his periphery. He was so immersed in pleasure that he had forgotten they were still in the room, watching Pete take Vegas in ways that no one had ever.
Pete briefly thought about how they would talk about this, let the whole world know how the mafia boss was so crazy for his boyfriend that he would give up control just to please him—the kind of control he was infamous for having until Pete. The thought only made Pete's pleasure heighten and Pete realized he liked being watched. Even back when they first began, it was Vegas' gaze that had made him all hot and bothered rather than the skills being used upon him.
"V-Vegas, you feel so good ugh-" Pete managed to choke out, breathing the words against Vegas' lips. He fastened his actions, bouncing on his cock in an irregular rhythm while Vegas let out strings of moans and groans. He pulled him closer, letting Vegas litter his body with little bites and sucks. Vegas growled out Pete's name as Pete's hole spasmed around his cock.
"M-mine," Pete groaned out loud, taking a possessive edge to their fucking.
"Only yours, baby. God, I love you so much Pete," Vegas repeated it again and again, against his chest, his neck, into his cheeks until he breathed them against Pete's mouth.
"I love you," Pete whispered back, letting Vegas thrust into him from belong until he hugged the boy's body to his own and moaned out, coming between them with the most intense orgasm Pete had ever experienced. Vegas pushed Pete back on the bed and continued thrusting, driving him into a state of over stimulation as Pete clawed at Vegas' skin, leaving red marks in its way. He didn't know whether he wanted to stop or ask Vegas to go faster because of this? This was driving him mad. Pete felt his body convulse as his next orgasm approached, this time with Vegas joining him too as he filled his insides with hot cum.
Pete collapsed against the sheets, almost on the verge of passing out. The ceiling looked like it was spinning at this point and nothing made sense at all. He felt the palpitations in his chest stronger than ever. Where was Vegas?
"Vegas," Pete whined out, raising his hands to summon the boy to his embrace. Pete realized that Vegas had not pulled out of him and Pete felt better.
"I'm right here baby," Vegas cooed and Pete closed his eyes with satisfaction, feeling Vegas fall into his arms and snuggle him in into his chest. "Are you happy, love?"
Pete nodded against his chest. He distantly heard Vegas ask for water and suddenly the cold glass was pressed against his lips, urging him to drink up. Pete was fed something else. Something sweet. Was it chocolate? Was it a fruit? He couldn't tell, all he did was snuggle into Vegas' neck and hugged his waist. They had all the time to clean up later, right now Pete just wanted him by his side and nowhere else.
"Get out. The money will be transferred," Vegas said nonchalantly and Pete heard the sounds of scrambling which indicated them taking their belongings and leaving. The door creaked open slightly indicating their departure.
"Now I get why Vegas loves him. Wow. That was like porn but better," Pete heard Rain's hushed voice followed by a loud ‘shut up’ from Yim before the door shut loudly. Pete chuckled against Vegas' skin, kissing the spot where his heartbeat was the most prominent.
"He's really something," Vegas muttered, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you or myself near any of them ever again."
Pete only laughed in response, nodding in agreement. They were settled in silence as Vegas placed soft kisses over his head and temple. Pete felt better than ever. There was nothing that could break their bubble at this moment as they were so closely knit.
"Pete," Vegas whispered softly against his ear.
"Hmm," Pete replied, too tired for words.
"I love you," Vegas replied. His hand came up to Pete's chin, lifting it up against Pete's protesting groans. Pete opened his eyes, watching Vegas look at him in the most earnest way possible. His eyes blurred with a rush of tears as he determined the love in them. "I thought you were going to leave me again."
Pete shook his head, hating himself for doing this. For deciding to take a petty route instead of talking it out with Vegas. He promised himself, never again.
"I love you too. I could never leave you, Vegas," Pete replied, jutting his lips in a request for a kiss. He watched as Vegas' face broke out into a wide bright smile, his gums making an appearance and if Pete could make him smile like this forever, he had won his purpose of living. Vegas bent slightly, planting his lips on Pete and kissing him softly and deeply, nothing like the ferocious kisses they had shared before. This kiss was full of love, adoration and promises.
And when Pete let Vegas roll his hips once again into Pete, letting the tenderness show in his slow thrusts. This tenderness was only for them and no one else to see. It's what made Pete feel like the luckiest man alive. That Vegas was his and only his. Forever and always.