#this is whelp

“Please.” Pete’s voice was hoarse, choked up, and Vegas leaned up to lick away the teardrops on his cheek. He has been keeping Pete on the edge for hours and it seemed the breaking point was near. “Vegas, please.”

“Shhhhh…” With a smile, Vegas slowed his thrusts, kept them deep and torturous. Pete let out a whine, more tears leaking out, as his hands tried to break free of the rope. “No, no, no. It’s okay, just breathe.” A few quick, hard pushes followed and Pete’s breath hitched, his mouth falling open. “Come on, Pete. Don’t you want to last just a little bit longer?”

“No…” His cock was flushed, has been rock hard for so long, his body littered with marks. He was the most beautiful thing Vegas has ever seen. He slowed again, waited for Pete to gather his thoughts. “No, Vegas, I… yellow.”

The word was bitten out, sounded like a reluctant defeat, but Vegas immediately slowed to a stop and cupped Pete’s face between his hands. “Pete, hey look at me.” When those pretty brown eyes opened, pupils blown wide, Vegas smiled gently and leaned down to press a small kiss to his lips. “Do you want to stop? Or do you want to come?” Pete’s eyebrows knit together, his breathing coming a bit harsher and Vegas moved one hand to rest against his throat, applying a bit of pressure. “It’s okay. We can stop. Tell me what you need.”

Pete blinked up at him, breathing measuring out. He pulled against the restraints again and Vegas quickly pulled the rope from the hook holding Pete’s arms up.

“You need me to unbind you?”

Pete shook his head, but struggled to bring his bound arms up around Vegas’ neck. “Please.” 

Smiling Vegas leaned down for a longer kiss, one hand stroking into Pete’s hair, before he helped him place his arms around his shoulders. “You wanna come?” Pete nodded his head frantically, pulling Vegas closer. “Okay, okay.” Reaching between them, Vegas gently released the cockring trapping Pete and gave him a few gentle tugs. Pete’s entire body tensed up and he let out a shuddering breath.

“Come in me,” he mumbled, voice quiet.

A little surprised, Vegas looked down at him. Pete usually didn’t like the sensation. “You sure?” 

“Please.”

“Okay, love.” Needing to adjust their position, Vegas gently moved out of Pete, earning another whine. “Shh… patience.” He pulled Pete against him and manhandled them both into a sitting position, himself leaning against the bed frame. Pete leaned into him, arms still around his shoulders, face hidden in Vegas’ neck. “Okay, babe?” The second Pete nodded, Vegas started to thrust upwards, starting up slow, but quickly gaining speed as Pete’s voice started to rise. With Pete securely in his lap, Vegas placed one hand on his nape to ground him, as the other reached down. The second Vegas’ hand started to stroke his cock, Pete choked out a moan and bit down on Vegas’ neck. “You wanna come?” He could feel Pete’s hair against his cheek, as the other nodded, so he sped up both the movement of his hand and his thrusts. More tears dropped onto his shoulder and Vegas turned his head to press a kiss against Pete’s cheek. “Come on then.” Taking a second to lick his hand, he moved it back down and started to stroke Pete in earnest. “Come for me, love.”

And with another bite to Vegas’ neck, Pete spilt all over Vegas’ hand and their stomachs. As he constricted around Vegas’ dick it only took a couple more thrusts for Vegas to follow him over the edge. Pete shuddered against him, pressing close as a last moan left his lips and he slumped into Vegas’ arms to just breathe.

Vegas gathered him close, pressed a couple of kisses against Pete’s face and hair. He gave him a few moments to come down, to calm down. “You okay?”

The groan he heard sounded much more like the Pete he knew. “Fuck. You broke me.”

Vegas laughed as he pulled Pete’s hands forward to untie him. He rubbed Pete’s wrists gently and pressed a kiss to the chafing. “I believe we found your limit.”

Pete made a face, slumping forward again. “I didn’t call red,” he mumbled, sounding almost petulant.

“And let's hope you never have to.” Chuckling, Vegas moved Pete’s hair out of his face and kissed him. “Bath?”

“Please.”

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Pete let out a long sigh, as he leaned his back against Vegas’ chest, the warm water doing wonders for his shaky limbs. “How long was it?”

“Hmm.” Vegas peppered his neck with a couple of kisses, smiling into his skin. “I left you for half an hour with the vibe. Then two I think.”

“Damn.” Huffing, Pete started to play with Vegas’ fingers, leaning his head to the side to make room for Vegas’ lips. “Felt longer. Couldn’t take it anymore. Thought I was delirious.”

“That’s okay.” Vegas smiled, rubbing his free hand over Pete’s stomach. “You did so good, love.”

Pete turned his head with a bright grin. “I did, didn’t I?”

Rolling his eyes at the shift in attitude, Vegas huffed out a laugh. “Yes, yes, you did.”

“Good enough for ramen?”

With a groan, Vegas pressed his forehead against Pete’s shoulder. “Fine. But you’re getting salad for dinner.”