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Vegas was shocked to say the least. He just got off the phone and the news he heard was… pleasantly unexpected.
“Pete, quickly, pinch me?”
His lover looked at him quizzingly. “Why?”
“Just do it.”
“No, I'm scared. What if you pinch me back? I have enough love-making bruises from you, thank you very much."
"Pete..."
"What is going on? What did Porsche say to you?”
“He-He said…”
“What? He said what? Stop mumbling and speak clearly.”
Vegas looked at him in shock. “We closed the deal. You know, that huge shipment I was so worried about all week. The customer agreed to our terms.”
“Oh. My. God! Congratulations!” Pete shot from where he was sitting on the sofa and all but leapt on Vegas’ arms. “I’m so proud of you! You’ve worked so hard!”
Slowly regaining his consciousness, Vegas kissed his partner and said: “Of course you are proud of me. I fucking deserve to be congratulated. You just wait, after that deal, I’ll be able to buy you a Ferrari every month.”
“I’m more than happy with the cars we have now.” Pete smiled brightly and asked: “So, Vegas, what am I gonna call you now? Boss? Master Negotiator?”
“No, simply Master will do.”
Pete chuckled and went back to sit on the sofa. “Such humble words.”
Vegas ignored him and started pacing around the living room. “This is insane! I’m so excited I want to fuck you raw right now.”
“Please, don’t. We are three meters away from an underage boy with a very innocent imagination.” Pete glanced at Venice who was currently on the carpet playing with his toys. Vegas hated to have the living room in such a mess, but if it made Venice happy it meant that Pete would be happy as well. Knowing that Pete was pleased, was more than enough for Vegas to allow any alteration in the house.
“Fair enough. I’m fucking you tonight then. I’ll bribe you with a lavish dinner at that new, fine-dining restaurant you told me so much about, book a suite at a luxury hotel, and then I’m fucking you raw.” Vegas pleased with his plans leaned to kiss his husband.
“Wait!” Pete pleaded, moving the attacker away from his face. “I’m very flattered that you want to celebrate this special occasion with me, but what about the baby?”
“What about him?”
“Well, we obviously cannot take him with us.”
“Let Macau babysit for a change.”
Pete made an annoyed face. “May I remind you that your brother is away for a college trip this weekend?”
Now it was Vegas’s turn to make a face. His brother rarely participates in any college activities so he completely forgot Macau was not currently at home. He thought about it for a moment and resumed his kissing. “We can drop Venice off with Arm and Pol.”
“Are you sure? At such a short notice? They are quite busy these days. Will they be able to do that?”
“I can always make them,” said Vegas shrugging his shoulders.
Pete immediately smacked his arm playfully.
“We don’t need to warn them ahead of time that we will be dropping off their best excuse to get out of work,” Vegas suggested. “We simply show up at the Main Family’s house with the kid for a surprise visit to ‘see how they’re doing.’ We’ll wait for them to be engaged in play or a stupid conversation and excuse ourselves to use the bathroom facilities.”
“Together?”
“Yes, together. We are a coordinated couple. Will you let me finish?”
“Haha, okay, sorry, please continue.”
“So, instead of going to the bathroom, we will leave a bag full of toys, supplies, and enough clothes for two-three days and sneak out the back, driving away as if we’d just robbed a bank. Of course, it will be necessary to turn our phones on silent mode. When and if we return and they protest, we can mumble something like: “Oh, I thought you knew. I just wanted to fuck my husband without an underage boy with a very innocent imagination in my field of view.”
Pete laughed. “Okay, Mr. Expert, I have a question for you. Is it wise to let our son sleep in another house when this house is full of his favorite toys?”
“Are you stupid? We’ll just take a couple of those cars he is so obsessed with and a few picture books and he will be good to go.”
“Vegas, we are talking about a seven-month-old baby. You know how grumpy he gets when there’s not a million toys surrounding him. Kind of reminds me of someone who feels uncomfortable when I’m not around.” explained Pete while chuckling.
That phrase made Vegas turn his gaze to the floor and hope his hair covered his blushing face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He heard Pete chuckle once more but did not respond.
“My point is, he will definitely get bored very soon and I don’t think that Pol is capable of playing horsy till we come back.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point. We’ll bring the cavalry to babysit then.”
“Oh, now you call them like that?”
“Yes. They are like the fourth emergency service. Police, ambulance, fire brigade and… KinnPorsche. I don't trust anybody else with the kid.”
“Hmm, I can agree to that.”
Such was his Master’s wish, and such was done. In the afternoon, Kinn and Porsche came over to enjoy a sleepover with their favorite nephew.
Venice adores them. It is a pure love based on gifts, hugs, candy, and a no-rules environment, much to Pete’s disappointment.
“What? Venice isn’t eating mashed carrots? He eats just fine with us.” asks Porsche while gently hugging Kinn on the couch.
“I’m just letting you know that if he doesn’t eat the mashed vegetables that I’ve prepared for dinner, then we have alternatives on the first shelf of the fridge.”
“He will eat just fine, don’t worry.”
“Ouch! Stop it, brat,” demanded Vegas with a stern voice while Venice kept pulling at his hair.
Kinn laughed menacingly. “Yes, Venice. Pull Daddy’s hair just like he did to me when we were young.”
“Don’t be cruel to him, son. Daddy Vegas is very sensitive about that. He is so afraid to lose even a single strand of hair that he has more than five beauty products for his head alone.” said Pete, not being able to hold back his giggles.
“Shut up, Pete. You too, Bushy Brow!”
“Vegas, nobody is enjoying your struggle with your little monkey, more than your family. Do you know why? Because you were once a huge asshole yourself. Your pain is our sacred revenge.” Kinn was enjoying it to the fullest. If he looked closer, Vegas could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he passed the newly changed Venice to Porsche.
“You only know the sanitized version of this particular kid. Let me assure you that he saves his most terrible behavior for Pete and me. Mostly me.” said Vegas before going to grab his coat.
“Nonsense. This little boy is an angel. You just have a scary face and don’t know how to handle him.” argued Porsche as he stood up from the sofa and swayed Venice around.
“Okay, guys,” said Pete expecting full attention from all the attendees. “We are going to be back either by tomorrow morning or today at around 23:30 if any disaster strikes. Now, we won’t be accompanied by any bodyguards so I left the number of the restaurant and the hotel we are going to be at, in case you cannot reach our mobile phones. In case of injury, the number of our pediatrician is on the fridge. Oh, and here’s some atropine if anybody drinks poison; again.”
Porsche chuckled but took the drug anyway. “Pete, you’re worrying too much. Go, enjoy yourselves. We are all going to be fine.” He bounced Venice a little and looked at him affectionately.
“I’m sure.” Pete smiled before leaning forward to kiss the little boy on his forehead.
“Please, be good for uncle Porsche and uncle Kinn. Play a lot, go to bed on time and before you know it we will be back, okay?”
Venice just sucked on his pacifier and did not answer at all as his attention was caught by the colorful cartoon broadcasted on the TV.
Suddenly, a coat was tossed onto Pete’s head and Vegas approached the baby.
“You may feel bad about doing this in the future, but please, torture your uncles as much as you like. I give you my permission,” he said while ruffling his head.
Without taking his eyes off the screen, Venice made an annoyed sound and tried to shoo Vegas’s hand.
“As for you two.” Vegas averted his look from his kid towards the two babysitters. “Call me only if something’s on fire, and don’t screw in my bed.”
Pete’s eyes widened. “V-Vegas!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m a horrible person. Now, let’s go.”
Two hours later they were both enjoying an exquisite dinner. Finally. For one night, they felt like a real couple. A little bit crazy and psychotic but a couple nonetheless. With no kids to bother them, no sudden karaoke parties from Tankhun, and no illegal work to deal with, they sat down at their table, put the napkins on their laps, and talked about mature subjects like cultural differences, technological innovations and why the hell Game of Thrones’ ending sucked so much.
On this lovely note, the couple was slowly walking back to their car.
“That was insane! Set all the city on fire? How can a queen rule without a castle and her subjects?”
“That’s unexpected. I thought you would support her in her destructive spree.”
“Hell no! An immature blondie brainwashed from childhood to think she deserves a throne.”
“She wanted a throne, you wanted to take over the Main Family…hmm… I think I see some similarities between you.”
“You’re trying to piss me off or something?” Vegas asked sternly.
“What would you have done if you were in her place?”
“First of all, if I had three huge flying reptiles, I wouldn’t even bother making alliances.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah! See how it all turned out for her? She made an alliance at the cost of two of her dragons and in the end, the only thing that was needed to take over the whole place was only one. Only one. The bitch was batshit crazy. I still can’t believe all the unnecessary things she did.”
“I, on the other hand, still can’t believe that we are in a relationship.” Pete sighed and gazed up at the starry sky.
Vegas glanced slightly at his lover and turned his head away. Was he embarrassed? Apathetic? Pete did not know. He just found Vegas’s reaction cute.
“You know, in any healthy relationship, things evolve over time,” explained Pete while he gently took Vegas’s hand in his. “It usually starts slow, with flirting, then a few dates. As time goes by the sexual aspect joins the chat with a little experimentation to add some spice from time to time. Then more, and more until you are doing things you’ve never even dreamed of doing with another person before.”
“Pete, I…”
“What I want to say is… Though we have started in the exact opposite way, I’m still glad to have a family with you and I love you very much even if, how should I put it politely? Even if your roof isn’t nailed tight.” Pete pointed out before chuckling at Vegas’s shocked expression. “You indeed have a very difficult temperament and you definitely have schizophrenia with obsessive-compulsive symptoms.”
“Hey! Are you trying to make me angry?”
“However,” Pete looks at him seriously. “Deep down you can be a caring person that deserves to be loved and cherished.”
Vegas blinked twice, scanned the parking lot, and hugged his partner tightly when he saw no one around.
“Pete, I love you,” he said with his face buried in the other man’s neck.
There’s no chance to say anything back because Vegas is kissing him. His hands wrap around Pete’s biceps and he pulls him up against him, walking him backward until Pete’s back is against their car’s door.
This. Fucking. Kiss. To be exact, this pre-fucking kiss. Vegas missed it. Craved it. Woke up dreaming about it.
“Pete,” he moans, his hands lowering to grab Pete’s ass and drag him closer. “I need to get you to the hotel. Now.”
Pete laughed. “I’m ready.”
“For what?” Vegas asked, even though he knew the answer.
“I want to get dominated,” Pete replied. His eyes nearly sparkled with anticipation.
Vegas literally shivered in excitement and leaned in to bite his lover’s neck. “By who?”
“By Master.”
That was the final straw. Vegas swore under his breath and lunged forward to kiss Pete. Long fingers threaded into his hair, tugging roughly, and Pete surrendered. This was the Vegas Theerapanyakul he knew: wild, kinky, aggressive.
They broke apart after a while and Pete looked at his husband, silently begging for a command.
“Let’s go.”
The ride to the skyscraper where their hotel was located did not take long. They reserved a suite on one of the top floors and were both eager to find a tranquil refuge there. The dim lights of the room lit up as the couple entered.
“You must have had big plans for tonight, Vegas,” Pete concluded as soon as he spotted the large box of fruits and wine as well as the two bottles of lube by the bed.
Vegas’ hands slide up to his husband’s waist. “You know I have plans. Let me strip you and show you.” He leaned in and pressed kisses to Pete’s shoulder. The kisses weren’t seductive but light and kind of...adoring.
”How extreme do you want me to get today?” Vegas asked.
“Nothing too crazy,” Pete said. “No bondage or candles this time. Just your basic domination starter’s kit. Don’t forget that this is not our room so we shouldn’t destroy it.”
“Fair enough,” said Vegas taking the opportunity to lick and bite Pete’s neck.
“And I would appreciate it if you could spare some time to prepare me before you shove yourself inside me.”
“Mmm… Sure.”
“You’ll have to wait for a little bit longer though. I’m going to take a shower.”
“Oh, come on!” Vegas exclaimed in annoyance.
“I did not say you couldn’t join me.”
Vegas smirked and started impatiently pulling off his shirt and pushing his pants down, nearly tripping in the process.
Pete, on the other hand, went into the bathroom, stripped calmly, and got inside the spacious shower. Cold water started pouring down on him from the rain shower, relaxing his tense shoulders. He was about to shampoo his hair when the bathroom door opened.
Vegas walked toward him fully naked gripping the base of his erection in one fist. He had a hard-on you could fucking swing from. Pete had the sudden urge to lick it.
He entered the shower, dragged Pete over to the wall, spun him around, and pushed his back up against it hard. As Vegas stood directly in front of Pete, he slid his left hand into black hair and tilted Pete’s head back, kissing him with the kind of intensity that turned a person’s bones to pudding.
Pete could feel that Vegas’ right hand trailed down his stomach slowly and wrapped around his dick to give it a firm stroke. He gasped at the sudden movement. Loud enough that the running water couldn’t mask it.
When he finally lifted his mouth so they could both gasp for breath, he released his grasp on Pete’s dick and pinched a nipple hard enough to send his lover to his tiptoes.
“Ahh, Vegas!”
“Do you like being treated like this?” He knew from experience that Pete was truly excited about this.
“I fucking love it,” Pete said while smiling widely.
Removing his hand from Pete’s hair, Vegas grabbed ahold of his throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too extreme.
“You love it, huh?” Vegas asks rhetorically, replacing his fingers with his mouth.
Pete’s hands fluttered up to land on Vegas’s shoulders as he sucked his nipples against the roof of his mouth, then opened wider to take more. Pete could feel every tug in his core, everything inside him focused on the other man’s touch.
“Vegas.” he groans and jerks his dick out in rough desperation.
“Not yet.” He was squeezing his throat tighter now, with his right hand coming back down to carefully stroke his partner’s dick.
Pete was spellbound. His lips were now slightly apart and quivering slightly. Vegas stopped sucking and focused his intense gaze on Pete. He kept squeezing harder and harder and as soon as he saw Pete’s pupils roll back, he let go of his throat.
The color ran back into Pete’s face and he gasped for breath. His smile was back in full effect.
“I like it when you smile at me like that,” Vegas says dizzy with lust.
“If it pleases you then I’ll keep smiling every day.”
Adding to the thrill, he turns Pete and bends him against the wall of the shower.
“This is what I want.” Without warning Vegas delivers a couple of strong slaps on Pete’s ass and spreads his cheeks with his hands. One thick finger traces the crevice between the butt cheeks and makes Pete gasp. “There it is. This ass. I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”
“You have?” Pete groans as water keeps splashing them from above and a lubed finger pushes against the tight ring of muscles until he can feel it inside him. Opening him. Filling him. “Oh God.”
“Oh yeah. Look at that. So tight and hungry, the way it’s already sucking me in. You’re going to surrender to me, aren’t you, Pete?”
“P-Please, stop saying such embarrassing things.”
“You dare to give orders to me?” Vegas shouted, thrusting with force his finger inside while landing a few more slaps to his thighs and butt.
Pete’s eyes widened. The pleasure was unimaginable.
“I repeat. You’re going to surrender to me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. T-Take me. Do it.”
“Do what?”
Pete can hear the smile in the other man’s voice. Vegas knows exactly what his husband wants because now there are two fingers filling him. He’s getting him ready to take his big cock just as he requested earlier. Ready to be filled and fucked.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Pete.” Even if he was a cheerful person, Pete wasn’t very talkative during their kinky sessions so Vegas liked to encourage him from time to time. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I n-need you inside me.”
“Not yet.”
Pete’s frustrated moan has Vegas laughing. “You’ll get my cock when I’m ready to give it to you. You can wait. You’ll enjoy it more if you wait.”
“No, I won’t.” Pete doesn’t want to wait. He can’t. Not when he’s fingered deep enough to start levitating. “I’m too close, Vegas. You have to…you have to…”
“Have to what? Do whatever I want to your body? I agree. I own this ass. It’s mine.”
He removes his fingers and Pete feels a new kind of sting as Vegas spanks him once. Twice. “Say it, Pete.”
“Yours,” he gasped, half-crazed now. “It’s yours.”
The head of Vegas’s erection gliding against his ass is a reward, sending rippling shudders through Pete’s body. “Please.”
“What can I do to you?” asks Vegas.
“A-Anything you want, Master,” Pete admits embarrassingly.
Vegas only smirks. “I’m glad to hear that, ‘cause I’ve brought you a little, new friend.”
Pete turns his head curiously and freezes.
“Although a vibrator promises hours of enjoyment, we will have this little guy play with you for a little bit to make you ready to take my cock. What do you think? It also had good reviews on Amazon.” Vegas says hopefully.
The former bodyguard thought he’d rather have a real dick up his ass, but saying so wasn’t an option when Vegas was so excited.
“Yes, please?”
Vegas raised an eyebrow. “You’re not sure?”
“No, no, I am. Please… bring your friend closer.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Quivering at the feel of Vegas’ fingers massaging lube into his ass, Pete blew out a ragged breath at the first push of the plug against his already sensitive flesh, whimpering as Vegas took his time, filling him inch by aching inch.
“God, I love your ass!” he admitted while pushing the plug in the rest of the way and then laughed at Pete’s yelp. He didn’t waste any more time and turned on the vibration making Pete cry out at the intense sensation.
“Glad to know you are enjoying it.” Cupping Pete’s cheeks with his hands he planted his lips on his nape.
Low groans were coming from Pete’s mouth and his breathing rate was increasing with every passing minute. He was obviously enjoying himself, which was good. “Please, V-Vegas, make it stop. I want…” Pete begged.
“Oh, aren’t we fucking desperate. Well, I’m a benevolent master thus I will allow you to feel my cock inside you.”
In one swift movement, he removes the toy and they both let out a deep, needy groan when Vegas pushes inside him, reaching around to stroke Pete’s erection again. His hips set a hard, unforgiving rhythm that sends Pete closer and closer to an unforgettable orgasm.
“Vegas.”
“You told me that I can do anything I want to you, right?” Vegas’ voice is deep and commanding as he lowers his head closer to Pete’s ear. “I could keep you tied to the bed, ass in the air, clamps pinched on your nipples, my favorite ball gag strapped around your head, prepped and ready to take my cock whenever I get the urge. I’d fuck you so deep and so often you wouldn’t be able to get away, even if you wanted to.”
“Ahhh… ahhh!”
Pete started to push back against Vegas when he thrust into him, which Vegas took as an invitation to go harder. His thrusts became faster, causing Pete’s arms to tremble as he struggled to hold himself up against the wall.
“You don’t want to like that idea, but you do. I can feel it. You need to be claimed. You want your husband to fuck you hard all day, and then tuck you in and keep you safe at night. Is that it, Pete? Am I right?”
“Y-Yes! Ahh!”
“That’s good,” Vegas groans, his thrusts more erratic. “So good, taking every inch for me.”
He quickly releases their tight grip on Pete’s cock. Vegas rises up to tightly hold his lover’s waist as his hips keep jarring Pete with each powerful stroke. “Come for me now, Pete. Only me!”
Pete bites back his cries of release as his body shudders around Vegas’s cock. Wave after wave of white-hot, piercing pleasure leaves him strung out and clinging to the wall, reeling from his climax.
Vegas was hurled over the edge shortly after, coming hard all over Pete’s back with a garbled “You’re mine.”
When they’re both steady enough, Vegas turns his husband in his arms, his hand coming up to grip Pete’s jaw, and kisses him with so much tenderness he nearly breaks.
“Holy shit, that was intense,” Vegas admits.
“You don’t say.”
Pete’s head tips back while he catches his breath. Vegas in role-play mode was a little darker and a lot more possessive than Pete is used to nowadays. Nevertheless, he adores this Vegas during their private moments and wants to see him release his stress with the help of this dominant persona. The black-haired man wanted to own him. Tie him to the bed. Keep him only for himself. Quite crazy if you think that that’s exactly what he did when they were at the safe house. Things are different now though. Pete has the upper hand. Vegas all but worships him thus if he feels displeased with anything during their sexual encounters, he just has to say it and Vegas stops immediately. They both enjoy violence but neither of them wants to make their partner uncomfortable.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Did I overdo it with the vibrator? We’ve never used one before so I had my doubts when I bought it but…”
Before Vegas can utter another word, Pete is kissing him like it’s been months instead of a few seconds since he tasted his lips and tangled with his tongue.
Vegas groans and digs his fingers into his lover’s hips, pulling the man closer to his erection that steadily is making its way up.
“We can’t…not here…again… let me finish… showering.” Pete tries to say between kisses.
Before they were able to continue any further though, Vegas’ phone started ringing.
“Damn it!” he says annoyed while he gets out of the shower and walks towards the door of the bathroom without even bothering to wrap a towel around his hips.
“What is it?”
“That’s the bushy brow’s ringtone,” he admits as he turns around and looks at Pete sternly. “You stay right there,” he growls. “Don’t leave the shower. No, don’t even move a muscle until I get back.”
He shut the door behind him and disappeared allowing Pete to finish his shower in peace. Muffled yells were heard through the door while Pete dried himself. His curiosity got the better of him and he stepped outside the bathroom, naked, making his way towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room.
“And I’m telling you it’s fucking fine. Just read him a couple of his picture books and he will be out like a light. What? What do you mean you read them all? We have like thirty books in his room. I don’t care, read him a newspaper or the grocery list, just don’t call me again unless he’s literally on fire.” Vegas shouted and hung up. He quickly put the phone on silent mode to prevent future calls.
“We were interrupted,” he announces walking towards the bed with a malicious smile. “You definitely need a proper spanking,” he huffs out. “I thought I told you to stay in the bathroom.”
“Is everything okay?” Pete turned around and lay down on the mattress.
“Everything’s fine.”
“Vegas tell me the truth.”
“Kinn called. He said that he let the brat come in contact with water and fed him after midnight.”
“What?” Pete glanced at his phone for a brief moment and saw the time. “It’s not midnight yet. Would you care to explain properly?”
“It’s a joke, Pete. Haven’t you watched Gremlins before? Anyway, for a rare time Vegie doe-“
“Venice.”
“Venice, yeah, whatever. He does not have our complete attention and he is freaking out.”
Pete was quite concerned now. “Maybe we should-”
“No!” Vegas interrupted him after he walked to the mini bar and poured them two drinks.
“We were having a great time in the bathroom and then it all went downhill with that phone call. I swear that kid can be a total turn-off. We need to forget the phone call ever occurred and get back to our wonderful fucking session.”
Vegas offered a glass of whiskey to his partner and sat on the side of the bed that was towards the windows.
“Are you sure our son is okay?” Pete empties the glass in one swift gulp and puts his head on Vegas’ thigh, with his back to the windows. He forced himself to keep still, waiting for Vegas to touch and comfort him.
“Of course, he is,” he answered while gently stroking Pete’s arm. “As goofy and clumsy Porsche might be, he’ll figure something out.”
Pete sighed in relief and glances over at the damp cock nestled between Vegas’ thighs and bites his lip. He’s already getting hard again just by looking at it. His ass clenches in response. Thinking about it, all the things Vegas could do to him, all the positions they had imagined. That only has Pete moving his hand to his own dick.
“Hey, no touching. I mean it.” Vegas moves his lover’s hand away and slaps his ass once for good measure.
Pete on the other hand, was not discouraged. He sank to his knees on the floor, positioning himself between Vegas’s thighs, and brought his mouth closer to the cock.
“You must be fucking kiddi-Ah!” Vegas was grateful that they were alone in the sparsely decorated suite because his moan probably echoed throughout the entire floor.
Pete takes the length of his husband in his mouth with an appreciative hum and the second the taste bursts on his tongue he wants more of it.
Vegas swears softly and slips one hand into Pete’s loose hair, holding it away from his face so he can see Pete’s expressions. A few moments later, he gets an idea.
“Hey, Pete. Let’s do the sixty-nine,” he announced without waiting for a reply. He grabs the lube from the nightstand and slowly lies down on the bed while a gentle hand takes Pete by the arm and guides him on top.
Once Pete is in position, he feels Vegas’s slick fingers rubbing and pressing against him, relaxing the tight muscles of his ass until he’s opening for him and he’s filling him up.
Pete doesn’t waste any time and takes Vegas into his mouth again. He sucked him and enjoyed the desperate noises he pulled out of Vegas.
The room is now full of the dirty sounds of wet suckling and groans.
“Yes,” Pete says, muffled by the already hard cock in his mouth.
“Look at you,” Vegas rasps, sensually squeezing Pete’s butt cheeks. “Your sweet, sexy ass is bare. Are you an exhibitionist? Anyone from the buildings across could see you naked and open for me.”
Pete moans with arousal. He loves it when Vegas talks to him like that even though he feels extremely embarrassed to admit it. His gravelly voice soaked in sin wanting to fuck him.
“Is this what you want, Pete?” Vegas croons, slipping out his fingers long enough to land a warm smack on the center of Pete’s ass. When he thrusts his fingers back inside, a third is forcing its way inside the tight hole. Pete whimpers, but pushes back into it, craving more.
“That’s right, take what you need. You’re beautiful, like this. Filled front and back and taking everything I give you. Is it too much? Can you open your mouth wider? Take a little more?”
Pete stretches his lips wide and breathes out, relaxing against him. Giving Vegas control so he can take what he wants.
“God, that’s perfect. You’re so damn perfect. You make it hard to hold back.”
There’s no way Pete can take all of him, but Vegas doesn’t try to make him. Instead, he goes up and down Vegas’ shaft in a slow, careful rhythm. Too slow. Too careful.
Vegas is being teased as an experienced tongue explores every inch it can reach, paying extra attention to the head of the cock, greedy for the hot precum.
“If I do this will it make you harder?”
“You’re trying to make me come,” Vegas mutters darkly. “But I’m not ready for this to be over yet. You started this, so let me enjoy it.”
Wanting to challenge him, to make him as impatient as he is, Pete adds one of his hands to the process and slowly starts to massage Vegas’s balls. The man is not weak though and keeps his fingers working on distracting Pete. Spreading and thrusting, filling him while avoiding the spot he needs them most. Pete lifts his ass higher in silent demand.
Vegas’s laugh has an edge like nails dragging up Pete’s spine. “Stop being so impatient.”
Pete’s muffled shout is loud when Vegas starts scissoring him with his fingers. The burn makes his blood spark. He can’t. It’s too much. Vegas caresses his ass with his other hand when Pete tensed against him.
“Breathe, Pete. Breathe from your nose and relax for me.”
So full. Pete is shaking his head and moaning, the sound vibrating along Vegas’s cock and making him swear.
“You can take it, Pete,” he’s murmuring. “Just like that.”
All he can think about is making his husband come. He leans forward, swallowing him so deeply he nearly chokes and he doesn’t stop until he feels the shuddering reaction. “So good, Pete!”
Vegas’s grip on his ass tightens as Pete sucks mercilessly on the hot, hard dick while Vegas thrusts his hips up in a helpless response. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
His release hits the back of Pete’s throat in powerful spurts and Pete shivers with pleasure, knowing he made Vegas come. He closes his eyes and inhales Vegas’s scent, the taste of him, hoarding every sensation.
Pete feels almost empty when Vegas takes his fingers away to reach for a small package of sanitizing wipes on the nightstand, cleaning them both in swift, efficient silence.
“Don’t think we are done yet.”
Pete let out a shuddering laugh. “I surely hope so. I’m still hard here.” He was ready to pull Vegas closer when suddenly the sound of his own mobile phone was heard ringing.
Vegas did not hesitate for a second. He jumped from the bed and grabbed the device.
“You have three seconds to make me not hang up on you. W-What? Stop laughing, Porsche, I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Kinn ate the baby puree in the fridge? What puree… ohh… you idiots! That was Pete’s homemade hot sauce. It’s freaking spicy. He is dying? How lovely! I didn’t know it was that easy to deal with my dear cousin. When is the funeral? Okay, jeez, I’m joking. Just give him some milk and he will be fine. Hey, I hope you didn’t give any of that sauce to the baby. Okay, I’m just checking. If that’s all then-”
“Ask them how Venice is coping without us?”
Vegas rolled his eyes but yielded to the request of his partner. “What’s the kid’s status?” As soon as he heard the answer he turned to Pete to report. “He is glued to the TV.”
Pete widened his eyes. “At this hour? He should have been asleep.”
“You heard mommy, Porsche, put him to bed.”
“Oh, I forgot! Ask him if he was fuzzy during dinner. He tends to be if I’m not the one feeding him.”
Vegas almost burst a blood vessel but asked again through gritting teeth. “Did Venice eat all of his dinner? Oh, he did?”
“That’s very good! Ask him-”
“Enough!” shouted Vegas and pointed his finger at Pete. “You! Stop asking questions! And youuu…” hissed Vegas pointing his finger at the phone as if Porsche could see him. “You better not disturb us again for if I hear you call one more time, I swear I’ll shove my spiked whip down your throat,” he yelled and threw the phone behind him before walking back towards the naked man on the bed.
Without uttering a word, he grabbed Pete and dragged him up, pinning him to the windows.
“V-Vegas! What are you doing? With all those people outside?”
“We are on the 40th floor. No one will see you. Now, you made me come, but you are still at full mast. So just shut up and let me fuck you!”
Vegas kisses him hard again and hums as he licks a patch of sweat away. “Tastes good. You’re so sexy,” he murmurs in English while reaching between them to stroke Pete’s cock.
“At least turn off the lights.”
“You’re still working on deserving that spanking, aren’t you? Maybe I should have taken a whip with me,” he mutters, turning Pete to face the windows and grabbing a good hold of his hips.
“The aforementioned one?” asks Pete in shock.
Vegas just rolled his eyes. “Of course not. You know perfectly well that that one is reserved for business purposes. The whips that I have for you are purely for pleasure.” He spits on Pete’s needy hole before massaging it again.
“Damn it, I hope you’re ready. Because I can’t...” The head of his bare cock is pushing through the tight barrier and Pete cries out in breathless surprise. Even after their first round, with the help of the lube and all the stretching Vegas had done, it burned, but Pete wanted more. Wanted Vegas to fill him. Pete starts palming his dick, taking deep, steady breaths, until his husband’s thick length was all the way inside him.
Vegas freezes, letting them both enjoy the sensation of one inside the other, his strong body curved around Pete.
“Come on, Vegas. Start the party already.” Pete moans, looking back over his shoulder.
Vegas does not hesitate to cover Pete’s mouth with his hand to muffle the sound.
“I keep telling them to leave us alone, but they keep disturbing us. This,” he slaps Pete’s ass. “This is mine tonight and I don’t want to share it!” he says, grinding and pulsing against his husband.
He drops his forehead onto Pete’s back, biting the flesh in a way that made Pete’s dick throb. “You feel so good. I… I don’t think I can go slowly.”
Pete licks the palm that covers his mouth, trying to tell Vegas what he needs and he understands, removing his hand from Pete’s mouth in favor of grabbing him in a headlock instead. His hips sling against Pete in a way that makes them both gasp in pleasure.
The sex is hard. Raw. Animalistic. Loud.
“Missed this,” he moans, starting a fast, punishing rhythm. “So much, Pete.”
Vegas keeps muttering filthy things in his husband’s ear, bringing Pete to the edge so they can fly off it together.
“Fuck, I’m close. Come with me.”
“Y-Yes,” Pete shouts. His orgasm hits him hard, arching his back.
Then Vegas is joining him, filling him up with the hot pulsing jets of his release. Owning him. Marking him.
Their shouts mingled in the steamy air. They both could feel the waves of their shared orgasm crashing between them, drowning them in the pleasure they could only find together.
After they’d recovered enough, Vegas asked: “Still with me?” he murmured, kissing Pete’s neck tenderly and using his fingers to brush his own hair back. “Hello, Earth to Pete?”
“Pete is not here right now. Please leave a message.”
Vegas’ chuckle is low and intimate. “Well, my message to him is that I am having a fantastic time and hope he had the same exciting experience as I did.”
“Wow. Not a single foul word. I’m impressed.”
“There are a lot of my hidden talents you still don’t know about.”
“Wrong. I’ve conversed with Macau countless times. Believe me, I know everything.”
“Do you know the recipe for my delicious barbecue sauce?”
“No, but you will tell me eventually.”
“Every healthy relationship needs a little secret, Pete,” admitted Vegas and slowly pulled out from inside Pete. “Turn around and wrap your legs around my waist.”
“I hope nobody saw us from outside,” Pete mumbles as he clings to his husband who takes them both back towards the bed.
“Stop worrying so much, damn it! You’re lucky I didn’t fuck you at the Reception counter earlier.”
Bossy, controlling, fucking sexy. He tosses Pete onto the mattress. “Hands above your head and keep them there.” he barks the command. His sharp eyes pinned Pete to the giant bed as effectively as restraints.
Pete does as he is told, letting Vegas see everything. Wanting him to look. He can’t remember ever being this turned on by someone watching him. This needy and shameless.
“I’ll never get enough of this view,” Vegas admits while stroking his dick. He proceeds to coat it with lube in swift, expert movements. He tosses the slim bottle nearby and crawls on the bed beside his lover. His expression is fierce. Unstoppable.
A gasp escapes Pete’s mouth when Vegas spreads his legs and secures a cock ring around the base of his dick. Vegas watches it for a minute, enjoying the intimate spectacle.
He doesn’t do anything else though. He ignores the dick in front of him in favor of Pete’s ass. His fingers part the cheeks and he lowers his head without hesitation, licking and sucking and tonguing Pete until he’s close to tears.
“Vegas, please.” his mind spins as he curls his toes. “Ahh!”
Vegas didn’t even have to look at Pete to know that he was embarrassed. He could practically feel it radiating from him. Without wasting a moment, he bites into the flesh of the ass in front of him and growls. “I had plans for this ass,” he rasps. “For every part of you. Hours of plans, Pete.”
His tongue traces the mark that his teeth just left. “I want to explore every curve and bend of this beautiful body. Find every freckle with my tongue.”
“Sounds like torture.” Pete manages to form the words between moans.
“The kind that would have you begging. And we both know how much I like hearing you beg.”
Pete holds his breath when Vegas’ lips barely skim his cock.
“But those plans have to wait.”
“Ugh… T-Thank God.” Pete’s growing erection hardening further as he squeezed the pillow behind him tightly.
He leans over Pete, guiding his right leg up over his shoulder and holding his ankle in his fist.
“That feels so good.” Vegas swallowed thickly. “See how hard I made you?” he asks.
Pre-cum is slowly coating Pete’s stomach and every beat of his heart is pulsing through his dick. “Please,” he nearly whimpers. “Stop playing around and fuck me.”
That’s all Vegas needs to hear before he lifts his head, breathing heavily. Pete can feel Vegas’ cock slide inside and watches as the man above him closes his eyes and his strong body visibly quakes.
“I’ve got you,” Vegas says, his hips thrusting forward slow enough that Pete can feel every thick, impossible inch of his cock spreading him wide. It’s too much. Too good.
He starts to shake against Vegas. That beast of a cock is splitting his ass open, disappearing inside him.
Pete’s moan comes out more like a sob, and he can’t look away. “Vegas!”
“Pete, look at me.” he blinked up at Vegas, dazed and so full he was not sure he had room to take another breath. “This is where I belong,” he rasps. “Inside you. Can you feel it?”
He shifts his hips and Pete cries out when Vegas’s dick grinds against his prostate.
“Ugh! Woah… There!”
The tendons in Vegas’ neck are tight and his teeth are bared as he lowers his head until their lips are inches apart. He starts to move. Small, shallow pulses at first, until Pete’s body relaxes around him. The long steady strokes drive them both to the brink before he slows down again. Pulling them back. Vegas is keeping his lover guessing, keeping him hanging, and all the while he’s staring into his lover’s eyes.
This is more than sex. More than fucking. Vegas is worshipping him.
He plays with Pete’s body. Vegas’ free hand is caressing his throat, skimming the nipples. He’s reacting to every moan and cry, knowing full well what Pete likes. What he needs.
“Enough,” Pete groans. “I’ve got to fucking come. Mercy, I’m dying over here.” his voice has a throbbing sob in it.
Vegas was in ecstasy. His thrusts grew more forceful. “Love it when you beg.”
With a wild moan, he lets go, giving Pete what he wants. Hard and deep. There’s no more hesitation. No going slow. Vegas is fucking Pete so hard now that the bed rattles with every thrust. They both want it to last, but they’re desperate to come.
“Such a good boy.” With a quick movement, Vegas rewards him by removing the cock ring.
Good boy. Hearing that nickname is all it takes for Pete to come without a single stroke of his dick. He tenses the muscles around Vegas’s cock, making the tight fit almost painful.
Vegas loses all restraint. “So good.” he moans. The sound of his flesh slapping against Pete is like erotic applause.
He grips Pete’s jaw with his free hand and kisses him passionately. “Now. I’ve got to -” he gasps.
“On me,” Pete shouts and nods frantically, before throwing his head back. Vegas quickly thanks all Thailand’s deities that they are not at home where Venice could have heard them, and spurts over Pete, spurts of hot cream hitting the chest bellow him.
After a few seconds, Vegas collapses on his lover while panting heavily. They feel like they left their bodies for a few moments, and it’s almost impossible to keep a thought in their heads.
“You’re a dead weight. Get off me.”
Vegas chuckled and laid down, turning his head towards Pete’s body. “Look at all the mess we made on you.”
“Yeah. I need to shower again.” he slowly turned towards the nightstand and took a couple of wipes.
“Did you know that the first time I saw you this morning I thought about bathroom sex?”
Pete let out a surprised laugh. “Was it worth it?”
“Totally. I’ll be more than happy to scrub your back if you want to take a shower now.”
“No, thank you. I know what your scrubbing will turn into again.”
“Doesn’t seem like you didn’t enjoy it.”
“I did,” he admitted before leaning over to kiss Vegas. “I haven’t come that hard since… since the last time we made out in your office. How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You have a peculiar talent for making me hard without even trying. Sometimes you just look at me in, I don’t know, a certain way, and I-” Pete shook his head as his ears turned red. “I can’t resist you,” he mumbled.
Vegas’ stomach filled with a million butterflies. He pulls the blanket over their bodies and drags his exhausted spouse into a hug with their legs and arms intertwined.
They stayed like that for a long time. Both calm, satisfied, and warm.
Unfortunately for them, their peace was once again interrupted by Pete’s cell phone.
“Something tells me that we need to go back,” admits Pete without opening his eyes.
Vegas let out a heavy sigh before he pushed himself up from the bed.
“Come on then. Let’s take a quick shower, a proper one this time, and head back home before our little Gremlin drives his uncles crazy.”