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Of all the chilling experiences Vegas had ever had, being the middleman between his cousin-turned-brother, Kinn, and their childhood friend, Porsche, was the most terrifying. To put that into perspective, he had been shot at, stabbed, and kidnapped before.
“Why do you have the jacket that I left over at Porsche’s place?” Kinn asked rather suspiciously as he stepped out of his study.
“Relax, your boyfriend gave it to me to give it to you,” Vegas replied, rolling his eyes at the obvious territorialism.
“Why were you talking to my boyfriend?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because we’ve known each other since we were in diapers?”
Kinn narrowed his eyes. “Real funny. Now tell me the real reason.”
“What real reason? He just came here, gave me the jacket, and left. Are you guys fighting again or something?”
“None of your business.”
Vegas scoffed. “Don’t project your relationship insecurities onto me, idiot. For the last time, Porsche and I are just friends.”
“Hah. As if you didn’t secretly have a crush on him for years,” his pea-for-a-brain brother remarked.
“Are you serious, Kinn? That was 10 years ago. I was 14! I crushed on him for a month max!” By now, Vegas wondered why on earth he was trying to win an argument with a goddamn psycho. Honestly, Kinn was so exhausting to deal with sometimes that he made Tankhun, their oldest brother, look like an easygoing person.
“Yeah, whatever. Just stop trying to be friendly with my boyfriend.”
“Oh, I am so sorry. Next time he says hi to me, I’ll just pretend he doesn’t exist. Will that ease your little mind?”
“You fucking bastard.”
Vegas chuckled as he turned to leave, absolutely sure that Kinn was preparing to stab him or something of the sort. However, as he spun on his heel, his body collided with something hard, causing him to fall backward. Besides the pain in his tailbone, he was pretty sure his idiot-of-a-brother was barely holding in his laughter.
“S-sorry, sir.” A hand reached out to him. “Are you okay?”
“Who’s this?” Vegas asked as the stranger hauled him up. The “something” he bumped into was actually a young man—a handsome young man who was a little taller but leaner than him.
“He’s the latest recruit,” Kinn answered. “Chan chose him.”
“My name is Pete,” the man said before politely bowing.
“I’m Vegas.”
“An honor to meet you, Mr. Vegas.”
“You don’t need to be so nice to him, Pete,” Kinn remarked. “He’s younger than you. Just speak to him like the pest he is.”
“Bastard,” Vegas grumbled. Whatever. It wasn’t like Kinn’s words ever dissuaded him before. This newbie looked quite delicious, and he was quite hungry.
However, he couldn’t get a word in before Pete quickly excused himself. What a shame, Vegas thought. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. To have an angel like that walk away from him without even looking back hurt him. Well, he supposed that didn’t matter. It was only their first meeting. Surely, they’d meet again. No one had escaped his charms before. Whatever he wanted, he got. This newbie would be no different.
“Oh, no.” Kinn sighed. “Don’t be looking at my staff like that.”
“Why not?” Vegas smiled, amused.
“He’s my bodyguard, not your boy toy. I don’t want a repeat of Book.”
“It’s not my fault I’m so handsome.”
“Handsome isn’t quite the word I would use,” his brother said sarcastically.
Vegas laughed. “I can’t help that people fall for me.”
“I don’t care. Stop fucking my bodyguards. Did you forget that Book tried to kill you because you broke it off with him?”
“Some of my lovers are very passionate about me.”
“Whatever.” Kinn combed his hair back with his hands. “Stay away from Pete. This is my last warning.”
“Challenge accepted,” Vegas said, grinning as he walked away from his brother. You can’t stop me, Kinn. I’ve already got my eyes on him.
✖✖✖
When you’re born with natural beauty, there was little you had to do to attract people. Vegas had no doubts that he’d be able to catch Pete’s eyes in no time. However, instead of passively waiting around for their next incidental meeting, he decided he’d intentionally seek the man. Hopefully, with his pesky older brother away for business negotiation, there’d be no one to stop his advances.
“Mr. Vegas, what are you doing here?” Big, Kinn’s head bodyguard, asked.
Vegas smiled as he glanced around the packed gym. “Oh, just evaluating the new recruits.”
“I see. Should I get you their files?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. Do you know where Pete is?”
“Ah, yes. He’s deadlifting,” the bodyguard informed. “Should I call him over?”
“No need,” Vegas reassured. He could feel the adrenaline in his veins as he walked over to the back of the gym. Oh my. What a sight.
A few meters in front of him was Pete, knees bent and ass out as he grabbed the barbell beneath him. Truly, it was a sight to behold. Vegas couldn’t help but admire the man’s curvaceous features. And here he thought that his little angel was nothing more than a cute face.
Suppressing a smirk, Vegas walked up behind his target. “Great form,” he complimented.
Pete’s focused expression turned into a surprised one as he turned his head to him. “M-Mr. Vegas.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
“I-it’s fine.” His angel smiled back sweetly as he placed his barbell down. “Is there something you need me for, sir?”
“Hmm.” Vegas pretended to ponder for a few seconds. “There is, actually. How would you like to work out with me later? Just the two of us. I could use a spotter.”
“Are you sure you want me ?” the man asked. “I don’t know if I can keep up with you, sir.”
Vegas chuckled at the cuteness. “Of course, I’m sure. So, how about it?” Go on, accept my offer. I know you’re eager to.
“I’ll think about it.”
“I knew you would—wait, what?”
Pete picked up a towel to dap his face before slinging it over his shoulder. “I said I’ll think about it, sir.”
“You’ll…you’ll think about it?” Vegas furrowed his brows, not knowing what to make of the vague response. No one had ever said that to him before. It was always a coy “yes,” never a “maybe.”
“If you’re in urgent need of a spotter, then I suggest asking Pol. He works out more than I do.”
Yeah, but I’m not trying to fuck him, Vegas thought, a little annoyed. However, he knew he had to concede this time before he made a fool of himself. “I see. Thank you for the suggestion, Pete.”
“No problem, sir,” his polite little angel said before excusing himself.
Vegas huffed as he watched the man walk away. Fine, I guess you’re the hard-to-get type. That’s fine. I’m very persistent. Just you wait, Pete. You can’t escape me.
✖✖✖
After the gym incident, Vegas tried other methods of pursuing his annoyingly oblivious target. First, he tried to sit with him in the cafeteria during break time, but the man was too distracted with his curry and finished too quickly before any meaningful conversation could be initiated. Vegas was stunned at once again having his advances dodged, but he didn’t stop. No, he couldn’t stop. This was no longer a silly scheme to upset Kinn; this was now something serious. His pride was at stake.
The second time around, Vegas intruded on the trainees’ swimming practice and challenged his little angel to a race. To no one’s surprise, he came out on top. However, Pete didn’t seem to appreciate his stunning performance like the rest of the bodyguards. Instead, the man congratulated him with a blank expression and got back to practicing. From that failure, Vegas concluded that he should not harm his angel’s ego.
In his third attempt to win Pete’s affection, Vegas brought out his secret weapon—wealth. He figured that anyone would be impressed by his new, expensive, one-of-a-kind motorcycle—heck, even Porsche was crazy over it—but, alas, his angel couldn’t care less.
“I’m glad you indulge in elitist activities,” the man said to him before returning to his duties.
The comment left Vegas in deep shock. Not only were his schemes failing each and every time, but it seemed like Pete was growing less tolerant of him. His angel was going from ignoring him to being openly hostile! What was going wrong? Vegas couldn’t wrap his mind around it. No one he set his eyes on had ever treated him this way before. Sure, some guys didn’t fall for him right away, but they all eventually fell into his honey trap. Why was Pete not showing any signs of liking him back?
Vegas gasped in horror. Was it possible that the man was simply not interested in him? No, that couldn’t be. He was too charming to be disliked! But if that wasn’t it, then what? Was Pete simply not interested in men? That was plausible. However, Vegas could recall seducing many “straight” men before. Perhaps Pete was simply an anomaly. Fuck! I don’t understand him!
Following the third attempt, Vegas took a few days to himself emotionally recover. He was at his wit’s end. Flirting didn’t work, showing off didn’t work, and even flaunting didn’t work. How could someone reject all his advances like this?
Whatever. Vegas calmly exhaled as he strolled to the trainees’ locker room. Fine, since it came to this, he would have to just go the blunt route. He would just have to ask the man to his face what the hell was wrong with him.
“M-Mr. Vegas,” a few of the trainees chorused as they saw him. They were probably confused as to why he was there.
“Where’s Pete?” he asked.
Without saying anything, probably out of nervousness, one of the boys pointed left. Upon thanking him, Vegas walked off.
The locker room was damp and sweaty, and it reeked of body odor. Vegas grimaced as he pushed through the sea of half-naked males. In the back of his mind, he made a mental note to tell Kinn to renovate the damn area.
There you are . After a couple of “excuse me” and “pardon me,” Vegas finally spotted his target. It didn’t take long before he grabbed the man’s wrist and dragged him into one of the empty showers.
“Mr. Vegas? Why did you drag me here?” Pete asked, understandably perplexed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Vegas barked back.
“Pardon?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Pete! Why don’t you like me?”
“What? What are you on about?”
“I tried to flirt with you, I tried to impress you, I tried to give you hints, and all you’ve been doing is ignoring me!”
“Sir, I suggest you keep your voice down. There are other people here.”
“No, I won’t keep my voice down. So what if there are people here? I’ve nothing to be ashamed of.”
Pete sighed as he brushed his hair back. “Are you seriously whining because I won’t stroke your ego?”
“What?” Vegas scoffed as he soaked in the disrespect. Truth be told, he was not expecting it. “Stroke my ego? How dare you talk to me like this?”
“Why can’t I?” The man chuckled. “My boss told me to talk to you like the pest that you are.”
“You motherfucker—”
“Oh, shut up. Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged me here.”
Vegas saw red as he grabbed the bastard by the collar. However, before he could decide what to do next, he was shoved off and pushed against the back wall of the shower.
“Now, now. Don’t throw a tantrum,” Pete said, smiling deviously.
“Let go of me!” Vegas shouted as his arms were pinned above his head.
“Hush. If you keep being so loud, someone might walk in on us and see you.”
“ Bastard .”
“That’s more like it. You’re much cuter when you’re not acting macho.”
Vegas glared at the man. No one had ever dared to cross him like this before.
“I know all about the type of person you are, Vegas,” Pete remarked. “You wear this confident smirk around and always act so full of yourself because no one has ever said no to you before. Everyone is so scared of you and your status and power that they hail you as a god and try to appease your every need. Well, guess what? I’m not one of those people.
“I’m not going to give into your fucking temper tantrum or play along with your stupid games. You might think you’ve got me all figured out because I look like every other guy you’ve fucked, but you couldn’t be more wrong. I’m not going to feed your damn ego or put up with your spoiled fucking behavior. You want to know something, Vegas? I eat boys like you for breakfast.”
Finally, after what felt like hours, Vegas broke out of the man’s tight grip. He wanted to swallow the shame and run away, but his legs didn’t allow him to. Instead, they gave out and he fell to the wet floor pathetically.
Pete towered over him like a predator over its prey. The man was trying to mock him further, he just knew it. However, all the insults and profanities he wanted to shout out died on his tongue. He couldn’t speak. His body was betraying him.
“I hope I didn’t bruise your masculinity too much,” the bastard joked, looking ever so smug. “I would love to stay and continue this conversation, but I have some errands to run for your brother. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be on my way now.”
Vegas stared blankly as Pete’s figure disappeared beyond the blurry shower door. As much as he wanted to get up, his body was still useless. It was like that bastard had put him in some sort of a trance, and now his body was no longer obeying him. And even worse, his mind was growing fuzzy. He didn’t like this. Not one bit. This was so fucking humiliating, but his blood wasn’t rushing to his face. No, it was rushing somewhere else. There’s no way I’m turned on right now. How dare you do this to me, Pete? I’ll fucking kill you!
✖✖✖
“And he just left you there?” Porsche’s laughter was loud enough to drown out the music in the bar.
“It’s not funny,” Vegas whined. “It was humiliating.”
“I think you’ve met your match, little bro.”
“First of all, you’re supposed to be making me feel better right now, and second of all, I’m not your little bro.”
“You will be when Kinn finally puts a goddamn ring on me.”
“Yeah, and when’s that happening?” Vegas asked sarcastically.
His friend rolled his eyes. “Don’t try to drag my mood down just because you’re a sad piece of shit.”
“It’s not my fault. It’s his fault. That fucking bastard.”
Porsche shook his head before downing a shot of vodka. “I would love to meet this guy. What’s his name again? Pete? I think we’ll really hit it off.”
Vegas groaned as he reached for some alcohol. “You’re so annoying, you know that?”
“I’ve been told.”
“All I ask of you is that you take my side, and you can’t even do that.”
“Woah there with all that self-pity and anger. How am I supposed to defend you when you’re so obviously in the wrong?”
“Oh, yeah? Tell me how I’m wrong,” Vegas demanded, slouching back on the couch.
His friend sighed. “I can’t believe I have to spell it out for you. First, you constantly make advances toward him even though he shows no interest. That’s called workplace sexual harassment by the way. Then, you get upset at him because he doesn’t like you back? Does that make any sense to you? And you dragged him into a stall? Are you trying to be put on a sex offender list?”
“Stop putting it like that. It makes me look bad.”
“Putting it like what? I’m just saying it as it is. If you think this makes you look bad, then maybe it’s because you do.”
“You’re so shitty at comforting me,” Vegas grumbled softly. Fuck. As much as he wanted to refute Porsche’s claims, he couldn’t. They were true. He supposed he did fuck up. Maybe it was possible that people just weren’t into him. “Fuck! I feel bad now!”
“For him or for yourself?” Porsche asked teasingly.
“For me, of course! I’ve never been rejected before! Why doesn’t he like me? I just don’t get it! What’s wrong with me? Is it because I’m shorter than him?”
“You can’t be serious right now.”
“Does he not think I’m handsome?”
“Who knows.”
“Porsche, what do you think is wrong with me?”
“Where do I begin?” another voice intervened. “You’re rude, obnoxious, unaware—”
“I didn’t ask you, Kinn ,” Vegas sneered.
“Well, I just thought you should know,” his idiot-of-a-brother said smugly.
“Don’t bully him. He’s in despair,” Porsche informed his lover before pulling the man on top of him.
“Okay, gross. I’m literally still here.” Vegas couldn’t believe the shamelessness his friend and brother possessed.
“Then leave,” Kinn said.
Vegas rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I wasn’t planning on staying. Seriously, you guys can’t ever keep it in your pants.”
Porsche giggled at his comment before also shooing him away.
“I’m going . God.” Vegas grunted as he shut the door to the VIP booth behind him. He was in a miserable mood, but the night was still young. Perhaps a one-night stand could better his mood.
Stumbling downstairs, he quickly spotted a cute figure sitting alone. The man was dressed in a loose Hawaiian shirt and ripped jeans that beautifully hugged his thighs. It didn’t seem like he was waiting for anyone, nor did it seem like anyone was previously there with him. Jackpot. Vegas cleared the strands of hair covering his face before approaching the delicious-looking stranger. Hopefully, this would allow him to forget about his woes, at least for one night.
“Hey there, cutie. Can I get you a drink?” Vegas wore his signature smile as he waited for the man to turn to him. What sort of face will you have?
“Sure, I won’t turn down a free drink.” The man’s voice was relaxed and smooth and very familiar.
Vegas’s face lit up in horror as the realization set in. “Pete?”
“Mr. Vegas. What a surprise to see you here.” There was sarcasm in the bastard’s voice.
And just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse. Vegas took a long, exasperated breath. “Just to be clear, this is a coincidence. I wasn’t stalking you or anything.”
“I wouldn’t put it past you.”
“You fucking—” Vegas stopped as he composed himself. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry , okay? I didn’t mean to lose my temper last time. I didn’t mean to pursue you when you obviously didn’t like it. I guess you’re just not into me. There, I said it. Can we just ignore each other from now on, please?”
“Who says I’m not into you?”
“What? What do you mean who said? Didn’t you tell me a few days ago you wouldn’t play along with my games? Weren’t you the one who ignored my advances?”
Pete smiled coyly as he sipped his cocktail. “Yeah, I did say that, but I never said I wasn’t into you.”
“What?” Vegas furrowed his brows in confusion.
“I might not be into snobbish boys, but I’m very much into brats,” the man said before standing up and approaching him.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Instinctively, Vegas took a step back. His heart was speeding up as the bastard inched closer to him, which he blamed on the alcohol.
“Hm. What happened to all that confidence from before? Are you shy now?” Pete teased.
“L-like hell I am!”
“Really? Your face is all red.”
“I-it’s the alcohol,” Vegas mumbled. He didn’t want to admit that their proximity was causing his brain to malfunction.
Suddenly, Pete pulled him in by the waist. The wandering hands didn’t stop there either. They trailed his body lightly before ending at his crotch. Vegas flinched as the man leaned over to whisper into his ear. “I’m off-duty tonight. How about we get out of here and do something fun?”
“Huh?” Something fun? What does he mean? Vegas barely had enough time to react before he was grabbed by the wrist and dragged into a cab. Just like that time before, his body was useless and unable to resist. It was like Pete had cast a spell on him.
A few minutes into the car ride, the driver pulled over to a nice hotel. Oh . That was what “something fun” meant. Vegas knew he should be excited about this. This was what he wanted after all: to have Pete wrapped around his finger. However, it didn’t feel like he was the one in control at all. If anything, he felt like the one falling into a trap.
“Let’s go,” Pete urged him, and, like a robot, he followed.
When they finally walked up to the front desk, Vegas realized that he had been holding the man’s hand and trailing behind him the entire time. What the hell is going on? Why does it feel like he’s the one leading?
“A room for two, please,” Pete said.
The receptionist smiled politely before inputting things into her computer and handing them a keycard. “Enjoy your stay. Please let me know if you need anything else.”
“Oh,” Pete added. “Can I get a bottle of wine delivered to our room as well?”
“Of course,” the girl replied.
Vegas stood in awkward silence as the man talked and paid for him. Perhaps he should’ve offered to pay. How much did a bodyguard even make anyways?
“Come on.” Once again, Pete was leading the way to their room. It was annoying, but he couldn’t find the words to complain.
At last, as the door behind them closed, Vegas snapped out of his trance. Feeling the need to take control, he quickly pressed his lips against Pete’s. The older man was no doubt caught off guard but kissed him back with the same vigor nonetheless. Their kiss was wet and sloppy and filled with passion as if the two of them had been starved of intimacy their whole lives.
Eventually, they were struggling to maintain their proximity while also ridding themselves of their garments. Vegas was the first to break off the kiss before pushing Pete onto the bed. There was something about the cocky bastard being splayed out on the sheets that deeply satisfied him. It was time to take back the reigns and make the man eat his words. Vegas ripped off his dress shirt, not caring if it tore, before climbing atop his prey. I’m going to make you regret humiliating me.
However, before he could so much as blink, the man had already thrown him off of him and had him pinned down. Vegas widened his eyes as he realized his new position: he was lying on his stomach with his face pressed against a pillow.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he shouted.
Pete chuckled. “What? Did you think I’d let you fuck me?”
“Let me go, you crazy fucker!”
“I told you I eat boys like you for breakfast. Did you think I was kidding?”
Vegas grunted as he tried to get up, but he couldn’t. He was being held down by the neck. “Let me go! This isn’t funny!”
“Brats like you need to be taught a lesson,” Pete whispered before gently biting his ear. As much as he wanted to hate it, he couldn’t deny it made him feel some sort of way.
“Wh-what lesson do I need to be taught?” Vegas asked as his initial panic turned into curiosity.
“How to be a good boy,” the man answered. He then pressed small kisses along the back of his neck to his spine. “Do you want to learn, baby? You can opt-out if you want. I’m not a monster who will hold you here against your will.”
Vegas scoffed at the sudden change in tone. “If I really wasn’t okay with it, I’d have thrown you off already.”
“I’m sure , sweetheart.” The bastard snickered.
Burying away his shame, Vegas relaxed his tense body. As if this idiot could really put him in his place. He didn’t care who was doing the fucking, but he sure as hell won’t be submitting. One way or another, he was going to make Pete regret this.
“Are you thinking that you’re going to make me regret this?” the man asked as if reading his mind.
Vegas gasped as he felt his briefs being pulled down. It was unnerving not being able to see behind him. He couldn’t predict the man’s next moves.
“You act like a casanova but react like a virgin.”
“Sh-shut up!”
“What? Never received before?” Pete teased before slapping his ass.
Vegas hissed at the stinging sensation. “None of your fucking business!”
Another burst of laughter was followed by another slap. And then another slap. And then more slaps. The bastard was a sadist for sure. Vegas tried to blink away his tears before they could form because he was absolutely not going to cry. He was not going to amuse this bastard. Unfortunately, his erection wasn’t as easy to hide.
“You’re rock hard from getting spanked?” the man asked, sounding amused. “I didn’t know you were such a slut.”
“Shut up!” Vegas barked back. “If you’re going to fuck me, then do it already!”
“So eager for my cock, huh?”
“As if!”
“Hah.”
Vegas repositioned himself a bit as he watched Pete fish a small bottle of lube and a condom from the jeans he had earlier discarded. Strangely, for the few seconds that the man’s attention was not on him, he felt irritated. It wasn’t like he was ecstatic to get railed or anything. He just didn’t like how he wasn’t the center of the bastard’s focus.
“Arch your back more,” Pete instructed as he climbed back on the bed.
A part of Vegas wanted to say “make me,” but he decided against it. He didn’t want any more damage to his asscheeks. “Like this?”
“Yes. Good boy,” the man said, and something about those words drove him crazy.
Embarrassed that his cock was leaking precum from just mere words, Vegas pressed his face deeper against the pillow. Pete must’ve definitely noticed, but perhaps he had mercy because he chose to say nothing. Still, it was humiliating. Vegas couldn’t remember the last time any of his partners’ words made him feel so strangely. He would never admit it out loud, but being praised was nice. No, it was more than nice. It was utterly arousing. He needed to be validated more.
Suddenly, cold liquid dripped onto his ass, ripping him from his train of thought. Vegas failed to bite back his moans as Pete slathered it on his entrance. This sensation was so foreign to him, and he didn’t know what to do. Then, the fingers slowly got more intrusive, pressing against his hole and massaging it. Before long, Pete’s digits entered him, one at a time and quite gently. Still, as tender and careful as the breaches were, Vegas, unused to the feeling, was reduced to a moaning mess.
“You have such a pretty voice,” Pete praised as he continued to loosen him up. “And you’re being such a good boy for me.”
Vegas whimpered, secretly eating the compliments up as if they were his sole means of sustenance. He wanted to say “praise me more,” but that would blow his cover of pretending to dislike this.
“You must like it when I praise you, huh? You’re tightening up.”
“D-do not!”
“Oh, you won’t admit it?” Slap . The bastard landed another blow on his ass. “Don’t be so stubborn. Just say you like it.”
“I-I don’t!” Vegas forced out. At this point, he was barely keeping it together between all the humiliation and pain. It should be torture, but it felt like paradise. He should hate this, but he wanted more.
“ Fine . Let’s see how long you can keep up that front.”
Without warning, the fingers retreated, leaving Vegas with a void that desperately needed to be filled up. Luckily, he didn’t have to verbalize his complaint because Pete was already a step ahead of him, ready to resupply him with the joy of being stuffed. This time, however, the man wasn’t going to use his fingers. Vegas gulped as he felt Pete’s erection rubbing against his ass.
“W-wait!” he exclaimed.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Th-that’s not going to fit!”
“Of course, it will. I’ve basically poured the whole bottle of lube on you.”
“S-still…”
“Hush. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”
“I do.” Vegas widened his eyes as he realized what he just said.
“Good. Don’t worry,” Pete reassured. “I won’t hurt you. Well, not too badly anyways.”
Despite the flimsy trust he had in the man, Vegas still did as he was told, which was to be a good boy. He clutched the sheets below him as Pete eventually eased into him. With all that lubrication, it still hurt as hell. The man was simply massive, and the rubber didn’t help either. However, his mind had long blurred the line between pain and pleasure. His body was not only tolerating the throbbing sensation, but it yearned it. It yearned to be pushed to its limits. Vegas tried his hardest to stay quiet and composed, but, in the end, he still broke out into sobs and moans.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Pete said as he bottomed out. “Do you need a minute? Can I start moving?”
“I’m fine,” Vegas mumbled. “You don’t have to be considerate. I’m not made of glass.”
The man chuckled. “Excuse me for trying to be a gentleman.”
The first thrust was hard, eliciting a gasp from Vegas as he further gripped the sheets. It was almost funny, he supposed, how quickly he regretted his comment. Maybe he should’ve just shut up and let Pete go the gentle route. Now he was practically being railed into the mattress.
“Should I slow down?” the bastard asked. There was something about his tone that sounded rather patronizing.
“You think I can’t take this much?” Vegas remarked. “Try me, fucker!”
He couldn’t quite see the reaction to his words, but he hoped that the man was angry. The new pace of each thrust certainly felt like the man was angry. Vegas knew that his chance to be treated tenderly had disappeared. Maybe if he begged for mercy now, Pete would reconsider, but he had too much pride at stake. Besides, there was something about the way Pete took him apart that made him want to act out more.
Vegas whimpered and groaned as the movement became more erratic. Pete’s cock was too good. It was turning his mind fuzzy, stripping him of all his rationality until there were only his primal instincts left. Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure rolled over his body. Vegas cried as Pete’s erection hit his prostate. The ecstasy was overwhelming, foreign. Something he had never felt before.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” the man groaned. “Do you like it? When I thrust here?”
Usually, Vegas would want to deny it, but right now he just couldn’t. His brain was barely processing anything other than the pleasure he was experiencing, and any words he managed to conjure up were unintelligible once they passed through his lips. He was just a mess. The shame and inhibition he once possessed were thrown out the window. He couldn’t care less about how he looked now, not the tears streaking down his face or the way his hips moved on their own. All he cared about was how good he felt. How good Pete was making him feel. How good he was hopefully making Pete feel.
His climax was near. He could feel it. He wasn’t even aware until this moment that Pete hadn’t touched his cock once, not that he cared anymore. He just needed to feel full, full of Pete and his load. Perhaps he should’ve told him to forgo the condom.
“Are you close, baby?” the man asked, his voice soft and low.
Vegas nodded or at least tried to. His tongue was tied. He felt too good to describe. It was like being on cloud nine.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by a male voice. “Room service!”
“That must be the wine,” Pete said. He then quickly pulled out. No warnings. No consideration.
It took a moment for Vegas to process what had happened. He shuddered as the feeling of emptiness overcame him, but all he could do was cry harder, hoping that Pete would remember his existence and fill him up. He didn’t understand why room service was more important than him. Why couldn’t they just ignore it? His erection was also weeping miserably, dripping beads of cum. He simply didn’t know how to deal with the shock that was coursing through his body—the shock of not having Pete in him.
It was terrible. Seconds felt like hours. He was losing his mind. Vegas flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling as the dissatisfaction became too much to bear. He needed Pete. He needed to be fucked and used. He needed stimulation.
“Thirsty?” The casualness in the man’s voice was sickening.
“I don’t want wine!” Vegas yelled. “I want you inside me!”
The outburst caused Pete to laugh. “Sorry, I just thought you’d like some wine,” he said as he poured himself a glass.
Vegas glared at the bastard’s smug face. He’s fucking with me!
Alcohol in hand, Pete returned to the bed. “Open your mouth.”
Begrudgingly, Vegas did as he was told, slightly sitting up and using his elbows to support him. The red wine dripped onto his tongue before flooding his mouth and overflowing. Vegas didn’t know what to make of it, only that Pete seemed pleased with abusing him.
“Sorry,” the bastard said half-heartedly, “my hand slipped.” He then threw the glass to the ground, averting his attention back to sex.
Vegas did little to resist as Pete lifted him onto his cock. Now in a sitting position, he felt more stuffed than ever. Pete’s cock was buried deep inside of him, appeasing his needy hole.
“Start moving,” the man demanded, and so he did.
Carefully, Vegas used his thighs to lift himself up a bit before lowering back down on Pete’s erection. He moaned at the sensation.
“You’re taking forever, baby,” Pete remarked. “Here, let me help.”
Strong hands suddenly gripped his hips before guiding him up and down. Vegas was a jumble of lewd noises as he grabbed onto Pete’s shoulders, trying to keep his balance. “I-I’m cumming!” he cried, feeling his orgasm rip through him. Semen sprayed onto his abdomen and chest.
Vegas felt the energy drain from his body as he fell limp against Pete’s chest. However, the man was not done with him.
“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. I still haven’t cum yet.”
Indeed, Pete’s cock was still rock hard inside of him. Vegas sighed as he relinquished his body. He felt like a pocket pussy at this point, but he was too exhausted to care. The stimulation was overwhelming, and his mind was fuzzy.
After a few minutes or so, Pete finally let out a few grunts. Vegas whimpered as he imagined how it’d feel if the man had really filled him up with his seeds. But then, in the middle of his fantasy, he felt liquid dripping from his ass that was not the lubricant.
“Fuck,” Pete cursed. “The fucking condom broke.”
You’ve got to be kidding me, Vegas thought. He almost wanted to laugh, but he didn’t want his excitement to be known.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, baby.” It was amusing hearing the man frantically apologize. “Let’s get you cleaned up right away.”
Feeling drowsy, Vegas decided to trust Pete with his body. His eyes were feeling far too heavy for him to fight this urge.
“I’m sorry about that,” the man said again.
Vegas hummed in reply.
“You did so well. Such a good boy.”
He nodded.
“Are you tired?”
Another nod.
“Alright, go to sleep. I’ll wash you up.”
Vegas hummed once more before finally drifting off.
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When he awoke, there was nothing but darkness surrounding him. Vegas almost panicked before he heard the soft snores next to him. Sighing in relief, he scooted closer to Pete’s sleeping figure, pulling his arms over him. The sheets under them smelled nice, not the gross mixture of red wine and semen that he was expecting. Pete probably had someone come and replace it.
How odd. Just a few days ago, he was so desperately trying to prove his dominance, and now here he was, snuggling next to the guy who fucked him until he couldn’t think coherent thoughts. It was funny everything played out, but one thing was for certain: he still slept with Kinn’s bodyguard. Vegas smiled, satisfied, as he once again drifted asleep.
Hopefully, in the morning, they could go at it again. Now that Pete had made a mark on him, he didn’t think he could want anyone else.