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After a long day of negotiating with stubborn old men and dodging bullets, there was nothing like the sweet embrace of your lover. However, Vegas wasn’t surprised when the innocent cuddling and pecks on the lips turned into their usual routine.
“You perverted fuck!” he shouted as Pete bent him over the coffee table. They were in the confines of his room, which was made soundproof for various reasons, so he was free to be as loud as he wanted.
“Hush, baby, this is supposed to be a reward,” his boyfriend said, already reaching for the bottle of lubricant.
Vegas huffed. “I don’t want to be quiet!”
Pete sighed. “Why are you always so argumentative?”
“Why are you always so annoying? If you’re going to fuck me, then do it already! Quit stalling!”
“It’s not stalling. I’m trying to prep you so you won’t get hurt. Now be a good boy and don’t complain anymore.”
“I like complaining.”
“Okay.” Vegas could hear the subtle irritation in the man’s voice. Unlike most people, Pete didn’t use his words to convey his anger; he used his actions. “You like complaining, baby? Let me give you a reason to.”
“ Yeah ? Like what?” The defiance in Vegas’s words secretly hid his anxiety. He knew he was digging his own grave, but he couldn’t stop. Pain was an addictive drug. He needed Pete to put him in his place, to push him over his limits until thoughts could no longer form in his mind.
A suspenseful silence fell over the room as Vegas stared down through the transparent glass. His nipples felt rather cold being pressed against the smooth surface, but Pete had positioned him that way so he stayed still. His rebellion was only superficial after all. Deep down, he wanted to be a good boy. He wanted to be praised. He needed Pete to validate him, to give him love and affection after all the abuse.
“I’m going to fuck you raw,” the man suddenly declared.
Vegas’s eyes became wide, his heart pounding with fear and anticipation.
“Are you excited?”
“O-of course, not!”
“You say that, but your body seems to want it.”
“N-no, it doesn’t!”
“Look at you,” his boyfriend teased as he fondled his ass. “You’re already so hard. Are you thinking of my cock inside of you?”
“N-no!” Vegas cried, face heating up from the humiliation. He could feel his asscheeks being spread apart and a finger pushing at his entrance. “S-stop! It’s gonna hurt!”
“You want me to stop? Say the safe word then.”
“S-stop.”
“Say the word, and I will.”
“P-please…”
“That’s what I thought, but don’t worry,” Pete reassured him in a low whisper. “It won’t hurt too badly. I’ve already fucked you silly this morning. Bet your hole is still loose and needy.”
“N-no! Stop it!”
His words of opposition seemed to fall on deaf ears as the man pressed harder against his entrance. Vegas winced and groaned as the unlubricated fingers forced him open. It was painful but deliciously so. Just as Pete said, their morning sex helped. Vegas didn’t want to imagine how much worse it could’ve been if they hadn’t fucked prior or if he hadn’t also played with himself.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” his boyfriend asked, contempt lacing his words. “I’m not hearing a lot of complaints anymore.”
Vegas felt hot tears streaking down his cheeks as more fingers entered him. It hurt like hell. His ass was practically on fire. The pain left a burning sensation, but he didn’t know what to do besides staying still as Pete fucked him with his fingers. He knew he shouldn’t be so aroused by this, but he was. He was in paradise.
“You like this, don’t you?” The man was demeaning him. “You like being fingered and fucked raw.”
The crudeness made Vegas moan louder.
“What a slutty boy you are. If you wanted this, you could’ve just said so. You didn’t need to be so rude.”
More lewd sounds escaped his lips. Vegas could barely think straight as the long fingers reached deep inside of him. As much as it stung, he loved it. He loved the feeling of being torn apart, of being used with little disregard for his comfort. Only Pete could make him feel this way. Only Pete could drag him to hell and then lift him up to heaven.
Suddenly, the fingers retreated. Vegas whined at the familiar emptiness. His boyfriend was an asshole who liked to see him suffer. To see him desperate.
“You’re so cute like this, baby,” Pete said. “Look how needy your little hole is.”
“Bastard,” Vegas mumbled. “Quit teasing me.”
His boyfriend chuckled. “So eager.”
“Sh-shut up.”
“You want my cock, baby? You’re going to have to beg for it.”
“Wh-what?”
“Go on. Beg.”
Vegas gritted his teeth. Like hell was he going to beg. There was no way. He wasn’t going to throw away what little was left of his pride.
“What? You’re not going to beg?” Pete asked. “You don’t want my cock?”
Suppressing his urge to be bred, Vegas shook his head. He expected his lack of cooperation to be met with a spanking or something of the sort like it usually was, but instead, there was just eerie silence. Then, without warning, he heard Pete stand up.
“Wh-where are you going?” Vegas asked, turning to his boyfriend.
The man smiled before pointing at the bathroom. “Since you don’t want to be fucked, I guess I’ll go jack off in there or something.”
Vegas widened his eyes as panic immediately set in. Wait, no. I didn’t mean it. His sex-crazed mind didn’t know what to do. So, without thinking, he grabbed the man’s ankle.
Pete looked at him. “What?”
“I-I’m sorry,” Vegas muttered. “Can we continue now? I don’t think I can cum without you.”
“What am I? A dildo?” The man seemed annoyed. “If you want me to fuck you, then beg. Show me you mean it.”
Vegas gulped. He could feel his brain melting. The longer he went without something inside of him, the more anxious he felt. “Please, Pete, I want you to fuck me. Please fill me up with your cock. I promise I’ll be good.”
Satisfied by the words, his boyfriend smiled. “See? Was that so hard to say?”
In a blink of an eye, Vegas found himself being thrown onto the bed. Then, like a predator closing in on its prey, Pete climbed on top of him, slinging his legs over his shoulders. Vegas quickly gripped the sheets in hidden excitement as he awaited the inevitable pain. However, instead of instantly ripping him apart, the man stared at him with adoration before kissing his lips. The little sign of affection felt so out-of-place between all the crudeness and humiliation, but Vegas loved it nonetheless.
Then, as if reverting back to his sadist persona, Pete thrusted into him. Vegas could barely process the pain shooting up his back. His insides were practically being torn apart. Pete was using him like a toy, not caring if he got damaged or broken. It was cruel, dehumanizing, and utterly magical. Once again, Vegas was being put under a spell. A spell that made him not care about pain or shame. He was enjoying every second of being pried open, of being pulled apart, of being treated like a ragdoll. Pete had stripped him of his inhibitions, of his self-preservation. Now there was nothing left of him but a moaning, crying mess.
“Fuck, how are you still so fucking tight?” The man’s grunts sounded like music to his ears.
Vegas stared, through his blurry vision, at his boyfriend’s reddened face and messy hair. So handsome, he thought. He hoped that he was the only one who knew the devil hiding behind that angelic mask. This pain, this pleasure, he wanted them for himself. He wanted Pete for himself.
“Kiss me,” he suddenly said out loud.
Pete looked at him for a second, probably surprised he could form words, before obliging. No one’s tongue had tasted so sweet before. Vegas couldn’t tell if he were just in love or out of his mind. Not that there was any difference.
“Fuck, Vegas, you’re sucking me in.”
The pace picked up as Vegas threw his head back. The ecstasy was overwhelming. All he could feel was Pete’s cock deep inside of him, abusing his prostate. He also felt wetness, which was probably minor bleeding on his part. Pete was truly wrecking him, ruining him for anyone else. But that was fine. He didn’t want to be anyone else’s.
“B-baby, I’m close,” his boyfriend moaned.
“M-me too.” Vegas arched his back as his orgasm consumed him. Soon, he was limp, semen covering his chest and abdomen and dripping from his gaping hole. He felt like he was coming down from a high.
Pete plopped down next to him, holding him in his embrace. “You did so well, baby. Such a good boy for me.”
Vegas hummed, as he usually did post-sex, too exhausted to form thoughts.
“How are you feeling? Are you in pain?”
“I don’t think I can walk anymore or sit up or move.”
Pete chuckled. “That serious, huh?”
“Hm.”
“I guess I’ll just have to carry you from now on.”
Vegas hummed again as he buried his head in his boyfriend’s chest.
“Want me to prepare a warm bath? We need to clean you up so I can apply the ointment.”
“Five more minutes.”
“Alright, alright.”
Just as slumber threatened to take over, a sound ripped Vegas from his drowsiness. Ding . He opened his eyes as he looked around the room.
“What’s wrong?” Pete asked him.
“Phone.” Vegas pointed at the coffee table.
Despite groaning, his boyfriend was quick to retrieve the device and give it to him. “Who is it? Another guy?”
Vegas rolled his eyes. As he checked his messages, he realized it was a text from an unknown number.
“What does it say?” Pete inquired.
“It says, ‘We need to meet.’”
“Do you know who’s it from?”
“Yeah.”
“Well? Are you going to tell me?”
“It’s from my dad.”
“Mr. Korn? I thought he was traveling around the world enjoying his retirement.”
“No, not Kinn’s dad. My dad. My real dad.”
✖✖✖
Vegas felt like a kid in trouble as his brothers all sat across from him in the family meeting room. A long table separated them, which made the whole situation seem far more severe than it actually was.
“Dad tried to contact you?” Macau, the youngest and his biological brother, asked.
“Yeah.”
Tankhun, the oldest, gritted his teeth, slamming his fist against the table. “Unacceptable! We should file a restraining order against him!”
“Calm down, Brother,” Kinn said. “First of all, that would do nothing. Second of all, we need to snip the problem in the bud.”
Kim, the second youngest, nodded his head in agreement. “Yes. I say we kill him.”
Vegas sighed as he listened to his siblings’ deranged suggestions.
“Killing him is too merciful,” Tankhun retorted. “Let’s torture him like they did in that one horror film.”
“How do we get past the guards?” Macau inquired, acting a little too invested in his own father’s murder plot.
“I can hack their security system,” Kim said. “And Kinn can send in a bunch of his soldiers to kill the guards.”
“That’s possible,” Kinn added.
“Guys!” Vegas finally shouted, gaining the attention of his brothers. “Are you guys really about to start a gang war over a text?”
“Why not?” Kim asked. That damn psychopath.
“Because that’s overkill!”
Tankhun rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, Vegas. Kim’s idea sounds pretty solid. Do you have any suggestions?”
“Yeah. I go meet him.”
“Vegas,” Kinn chimed in. It was almost scary how the bastard was acting like a concerned brother to him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to meet up with Uncle. Don’t you remember what happened last time you saw him?”
“Yeah.” Vegas scoffed. “How could I forget?”
The last time he naively ran back to his father, he was sixteen and had the delusional idea that they could somehow reconcile. Needless to say, the reunion ended horribly, with him having to be rushed to the hospital. It turned out that the old coot wasn’t happy to see him but rather infuriated he decided to show his face. It was then that Vegas bid farewell to his stupid dream of gaining his father’s approval.
“Can’t you see how worried we are for you?” Tankhun asked, his tone having changed from hysterical to soothing.
Vegas sighed. “I know. I’m glad you give a shit about me, but I’m not a child anymore. I can handle myself. Besides, I’m going to have to confront him sooner or later. You know how persistent that old bat is. He’s not going to leave me alone until I agree to meet him.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, he has a point,” Kim added.
“Fine,” Kinn said, finally relenting. “You can meet him, but you can’t go alone. Bring some of my men with you.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on going alone,” Vegas muttered. A mischievous smirk then crept on his face. “I know just who to bring.”
“Who?” Macau inquired.
Understanding the implications, Kinn’s eyes dilated. “Oh, no. Please don’t tell me you’re going to bring your boyfriend to meet your homophobic dad.”
Vegas smiled. “Oh, yes , I am. I’m going to give that old man a big surprise.”
✖✖✖
Sometimes, the winding roads and familiar noodle shops made Vegas think of his childhood—his hopeless, soul-shattering childhood. If he stared out the window too long, he could visualize his 6-year-old self running down the street crying for his mother, who, by then, had already left this miserable world behind. He supposed that he was being driven home, but, more accurately, he was being driven back to a place that had only ever been like a prison to him. Luckily, this time, he was not alone.
“Wow, I can’t believe I’m about to meet your biological dad,” Pete said, sounding a bit nervous.
Vegas clasped his boyfriend’s fidgety hands before leaning his head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. You’re not here to impress him. He’s an asshole who hates everyone anyways.”
“Yeah? I guess I’ll just be your emotional support dog then.”
“Well, technically, you’re here to protect me if bullets start flying.”
“Your dad would shoot you?” Pete sounded incredulous, like most people who had never dealt with a psychopathic parent before.
“He’s tried to,” Vegas added casually. “On many occasions.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Yeah, but he usually uses his fists. He must think he’s some sort of boxer or something.”
The older man chuckled. “That was my dad too.”
“Your dad beat you?” Vegas asked. All of a sudden, murder bleed into his thoughts. His trauma was one thing, but Pete getting hurt was serious.
“Yeah. He was an alcoholic. Typical deadbeat father. I think he was an ex-boxer. Probably why he forced me into boxing. Couldn’t accept that I was more talented than him, so he beat me up.”
“Do you want me to kill him?”
“No need. He’s already dead. Overdosed on some street drugs.”
Vegas hummed, feeling a little satisfaction from the happy ending.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to make it seem like a competition for who has the shittier dad,” Pete said.
“It’s fine. I would’ve won anyways.”
“Damn. Your dad sounds pretty awful.”
“He is.” Vegas sighed as he recounted the memories that had long been buried away. “Kinn’s dad got custody of me when I was ten because my dad almost killed me.”
“What happened?” his boyfriend asked softly, giving his hands a light squeeze.
“I don’t know. I was just playing with my toys one night when he came home drunk, and then he started shouting and throwing things. Then, he saw me with a Barbie doll and kind of lost it. I still don’t understand what happened to him. Probably some business deal gone wrong. He called me a bunch of names and started punching me. I think I blacked out after a bit.”
“ Fuck , Vegas.” Pete seemed a little too absorbed in the story with his knitted eyebrows and flared nostrils. “Should I kill your dad?”
“You’re cute when you get mad over me.”
“I’m serious.”
Vegas giggled at his boyfriend’s fiery eyes. He didn’t think he had ever seen such an intense look from the man before. “I appreciate you caring for me, but I’m not going to let you kill my dad.”
“Why not? He hurt you.”
“I know, but death is too merciful for a narcissistic bastard like him. I want him to stay alive and watch as his empire collapses and Kinn takes everything away from him.”
Pete grinned. “Noble revenge.”
“Yeah.” Vegas took a moment to peck his boyfriend on the lips.
“What’s that for?”
“Listening to me.”
“I don’t at least get tongue?”
“That’s for after you assist me with my petty vengeance.”
As the car came to a stop and a giant mansion came into view, Vegas braced himself to step back into the place he called hell.
✖✖✖
The furnished outdoors area and decadent marble sculptures did little to mask the suffocating hostility. Vegas sat opposite of his father in the garden with Pete by his side, gun in hand. It was obvious by the old coot’s forced smile what he wanted. The real mystery was how he would react when he’d be denied his request.
“Lighten up, boy,” his father said.
Vegas scoffed. In the shade near the entrance of the garden stood five armed men. They were no doubt given instructions to intimidate him and maybe shoot him if he made one wrong move. And now this old bat was trying to tell him to lighten up? What a joke.
“I’m surprised you agreed to meet me.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t like I had a choice. I’m sure you would’ve resorted to other methods if I ignored your text.”
The old man’s semblance of pleasantness faded. “You’re as insolent as ever.”
“I guess I do take after you,” Vegas remarked with a grin.
“You better watch your tone with me, boy. I won’t overlook these things like my brother.”
“What are you going to do? Beat me again?”
“I said watch your tone!”
Seeing his father so enraged was oddly nostalgic. That’s right. This was how the man was supposed to be. He could feign as many smiles as he wanted, but he would never truly be anything besides a monster.
That look of hatred reminded Vegas of the old days. Of the days when he would hide in his closet, hoping and praying that his father wouldn’t find him and beat him. Of the days when he would be picked up by the throat and flung across the room. Of the days when he would cover his bruises with make-up so his cousins wouldn’t ask him what was wrong. He was only a kid at that time. Only a foolish kid who wanted his father’s love.
“You don’t have a right to say that to me,” Vegas responded.
“Are you talking back to me?” the man yelled.
“Yes.”
His father gave him a deathly glare before laughing. It was an ominous laugh—a laugh that indicated hell was about to be let loose. “I see my brother has raised a mannerless son.”
Vegas rolled his eyes. “At least he raised me.”
“And you think I didn’t try to?”
“All you ever tried to do was project your fucking insecurities onto me!”
“I housed you! I clothed you! I put food on your fucking table!”
“Oh, wow , you did the bare fucking minimum. Do you want a pat on the back or something?”
“Vegas, enough!”
“No, I’m not going to shut up just because you tell me to. What right do you have to scold me? You’re not even my fucking dad anymore! You stopped being my dad the night you almost beat me to death!”
A deafening silence suddenly loomed over them. After years of suppressing his emotions, Vegas supposed that this blowup was inevitable. However, getting things off his chest wasn’t as cathartic as he had hoped. He was still miserable.
“What do you want from me?” the old man asked. “An apology?”
Vegas pondered for a good second. Did he want an apology? He didn’t think any apology could make up for years of abuse. His childhood was dead. He could never relive those years ever again. The version of himself that could’ve been had he had a loving father was also dead.
“You’re just like your mother. Stupid and overly emotional.”
“What?” Vegas could feel something inside of him snap, but he didn’t know what. His patience? His sanity? His last inkling of hope that his father would change?
“That woman, she birthed me two useless sons.”
“Don’t talk about Mom like that.”
“Why can’t I? All I asked of her was an heir, and look what she gave me.”
Vegas gritted his teeth. “You can insult me all you want, but don’t talk about Mom.”
The old coot chuckled. “Korn got a prodigy like Kinn, and I got a useless thing like you.”
“You think I wanted to be your son? You think Mom wanted to be your wife? You think Macau wanted to be born to a sick psycho like you? Wake the fuck up! All you ever do is blame other people for your fucking failure! I think I know why you lash out all the time. It’s because you know Uncle Korn is better than you’ll ever fucking be—”
It was all very sudden. The old man standing up. The raised hand. The stinging on his cheek. Pete rushing to his side. Vegas touched the stinging pain in his skin as his eyes brimmed with tears. Ah, nothing has changed.
“Are you okay, Vegas?” his boyfriend asked, cupping his face in his palms.
There was a part of him that wanted to say yes. To say that everything was fine and that he was used to it. There was also another part of him that wanted to say the truth. To say that the slap hurt more than anything because it showed that his father was still the same. However, he ended up not saying anything at all.
“So now you shut up,” his father remarked. “So fucking weak.”
For a moment, Vegas could see a dark, murderous expression on Pete’s face. The man was about to act on his instincts. Luckily, he was able to calm him down by giving his hands a little squeeze.
“Let’s get down to business now that you can listen.” The old bat had on an annoyingly smug look. “I’ll give you one last chance to redeem yourself as my son, Vegas.”
What the fuck . Of all the things the bastard could’ve said, he decided to say this? Vegas couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This stupid offer could have worked in the past, before he was able to see through the old man’s lies and manipulation, but not anymore. He didn’t need to be a good son to a man who abused him, who gave him lasting scars. He didn’t need validation from someone who never saw him as a person. He didn’t need love from a narcissist who could only ever love himself.
“What do you say, boy? I’m giving you an opportunity to make it right. If you accept to come back to me and learn to be a good heir, I’ll forgive your little temper tantrum.”
“ Dad .”
“Yes, son?” Vegas could see the hidden anticipation in his father’s eyes.
“Stop bullshitting.”
“What?”
“Did you really think that would work? I’m not sixteen anymore. You can’t guilt-trip me now.”
“You fucking—”
“Let me guess. In the decade I’ve been away, you couldn’t convince anyone to conceive an heir for you. So now you’re going back to your backup, which is me. Am I right? Did I nail it?”
Once again, the old man’s temper exploded. Vegas flinched as his father raised a hand at him. However, this time, the impact never came. Instead, the man was the one hissing in pain. Vegas watched in awe as his boyfriend grabbed the bastard by the wrist, seemingly one step away from snapping his bone.
“Don’t you dare touch him again,” Pete said, his voice low and threatening. When he finally let go, the man fell backward onto his seat.
The guards by the entrance immediately rushed in, gun raised and ready to shoot. However, not wanting to seem like a weakling, the old man signaled for them to return to their positions. “The first family truly has no manners. How dare you talk to me like that, you damn mutt!”
Pete simmered. “I only speak politely to my superiors.”
“Hah. You have one hell of a sharp tongue. You think I can’t kill you right now?”
“I suggest you calm down, Mr. Gun ,” Vegas interjected. “Pete is one of Kinn’s people. Older Brother doesn’t take too kindly to those who hurt his people.”
“ Mr. Gun ?” the old man repeated his own name. “Is that how you speak to your own father? Are you abandoning me for the first family?”
“I didn’t abandon you. You abandoned me. You cast me away because I was of no use to you. The first family took me in. They cared for me. They loved me. More than you could ever.”
“So, you’re okay with living in Kinn’s shadow? You can never inherit anything if you continue to live with them!”
Vegas sighed. “Unlike you, I’m not obsessed with power.”
“You—”
“We’re done here. Don’t contact me again.” With that, he stood up, grabbing Pete’s hand and silently bidding goodbye to the place where he once grew up in.
However, before Vegas could exit the garden, he turned back to look at his father one last time, making sure that they made eye contact. Then, with a mischievous grin, he reached for his boyfriend’s face, pressing their lips together. Pete was no doubt surprised, but he kissed back with intensity, pulling him closer by the waist.
When Vegas was done, he could see the old coot’s wide-eyed, open-mouthed, incredulous expression. It was a thing of beauty. Revenge had never been so satisfying, and this was only the appetizer. Sooner or later, his father would watch as all he had built collapsed before him. But until then, seeing the man at the loss for words was funny enough.
“Let’s go,” Vegas said with a wide smile. In the distance, he could hear his father erupting with slurs and profanities. However, none of that mattered as Pete grabbed held his hand and took him away.
✖✖✖
When they got back into the safety of the car, Vegas felt an insatiable thirst. A million emotions were swirling in his mind, mixing like a cocktail, making him almost delirious. One feeling stood out though, and that was the urge to be fucked into oblivion.
“Vegas, you okay?” his boyfriend asked.
“Fuck me, Pete.”
“Huh?”
“Fuck me. Stuff me with your cock. Use me.”
“Uh, where is this coming from?”
Vegas furrowed his eyes at the man’s lack of cooperation. “I have a lot of pent-up emotions, and that makes me horny, okay?”
“I know that, baby,” Pete said, gently planting a kiss on his forehead. “But we’re in Kinn’s car right now, I’m pretty sure the driver can hear us behind the glass, and I have no lube on me.”
“Which one of those reasons is really holding you back?”
“Mainly the no lube thing. I already fucked you raw last time, so I don’t want to hurt you again.”
Annoyed at the lack of action, Vegas quickly straddled his boyfriend. “So you’ll fuck me if there’s lube?”
“B-baby…” The man’s face was heating up. He was doing an absolutely awful job at masking his lust.
“Lucky for us, I’m prepared.” Vegas grinned slyly as Pete raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“You brought lube? Did you plan for us to be fucking after we met up with your dad?”
“Oh, I absolutely planned this.”
There was something about seeing the older man’s dark, predator-like expression that drove him crazy. Vegas connected their lips before grinding against his boyfriend’s crotch. He could feel the erection against his ass even under all that fabric.
“You naughty boy,” Pete whispered, taking the opportunity to bite his ear.
Vegas moaned. His thirst was getting worse and worse. He needed more of something. More touches. More friction. More of Pete. More, more, more.
“You’re so vocal, baby.” The man’s hands traveled to his chest, tearing his dress shirt open before pinching and squeezing his sensitive nipples. “Are you unaware we’re not alone? Or does knowing the driver can hear you make you more excited?”
Right, the driver could hear him. Vegas shuddered at the thought. There was going to be a witness. There would be someone besides Pete who would hear all his lewd noises. What would he think of him? Would he think less of him? Would he tell others that the adopted son of Korn Theerapanyakun was nothing more than a cheap whore? Vegas flushed as his imagination grew bigger.
“Are you thinking about it?” Pete asked. “Does it arouse you?”
Vegas nodded, his mind becoming nothing more than a fuzz.
The man laughed, still fondling his chest. Then, he moved on to trailing kisses up and down his neck.
“P-Pete, s-stop with the foreplay.”
“You’re always so impatient. What am I going to do with you?”
“I promise I’ll be good this time. I won’t even complain. Just…please fuck me.”
“How can I refuse you when you ask so nicely?”
Vegas could barely make sense of his surrounding as he unzipped his boyfriend’s trousers and then his own, discarding them both on the floor of the car. Their underwear came off next. His mind was solely fixated on one thing: sex.
“ Baby ,” Pete said breathily.
“I told you I was prepared.”
Seeing that his boyfriend was completely dumbstruck and full of the need to conquer, Vegas reached for his plug. It seemed like his readiness paid off. All the time he took that morning to prep and play with himself was worth it.
“You had that in you the entire time?” Pete’s eyes were wide, glistening with wonder and want.
“I wanted to thank you for going to see my dad with me.” Vegas’s voice was soft, almost submissive. It was a stark contrast to his usual attitude, but he decided he could take one day off from being a brat.
“ Fuck . You have no idea the things I want to do to you right now.”
“Then show me.”
Without warning, Pete ripped out the plug, leaving him feeling rather bare despite being mostly naked. Vegas keened at the aggressive action, hunching over slightly. However, there was no time to recover because long, slender fingers began to breach him soon after, scissoring him and stretching him out. His thirst only grew. He needed Pete’s cock, and every second that he was without it, he felt unspeakable discomfort.
“Don’t cry, baby,” his boyfriend muttered, wiping tears he didn’t know he was shedding. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Vegas sniffled. His head and heart were throbbing, and he didn’t know why. He must be crazy. He must be drunk on his feeling of Pete’s touch. “P-please, Daddy!” he cried.
It took him a second to register what had just come out of his mouth, and judging by the older man’s open mouth, he wasn’t the only one stunned.
“Wh-what did you call me?”
Vegas hesitated. Did he say something wrong? “D-daddy.”
“ Fuck , baby, you’re going to be the death of me.” Pete grabbed his waist, lifting him over his hardened erection before lowering him with tenacity.
“P-Pete!” Vegas sobbed. He was both overwhelmed physically and overjoyed. The parched desire within him was finally being quenched.
“Don’t call me that. Call me what you called me before.”
“D-daddy.”
“That’s right, baby boy. Daddy will make you feel good.”
Behind the obvious lust in his boyfriend’s eyes, Vegas could see the raw endearment. Between the vulgar pillow-talk and excruciating pace of each thrust, their love for each other was rather wholesome. Vegas had never felt so in love, and he had never felt so loved either. His bastard-of-a-father had made him feel useless, unworthy, but now Pete was kissing all his bad memories away. He felt so full—full of Pete and full of happiness.
“You’re making so much noise, angel. What if other cars hear?”
Vegas whined, hugging his boyfriend tighter and hiding his head in the crook of his neck.
“Should I open the window?” Pete teased. “Let everyone see how much of a slut you are?”
The thought was tantalizing. Vegas wondered what sort of twisted and disgusted reactions he would get. Maybe some of those people would even be aroused by him. Maybe some would desire him, thinking he was only a lowly hooker. The possibility of getting exposed was thrilling, having his body on display like that. He could feel the shame coursing through his veins just from imagining.
“I guess you’re an exhibitionist.” The older man’s words suddenly cut through his daydream. “You’re tightening up like crazy.”
“Am not,” Vegas mumbled. “Only wanna be seen by Daddy.”
His boyfriend chuckled, continuing to thrust into him with vigor. “Good boy. You’re such a good boy for me.”
The praises dripped like honey from Pete’s lips, and Vegas wanted to lap them up. As much as he loved their filthy talk, he loved the sweetness even more. There was nothing that could compare to the tenderness and care that the older man gives him. Sex wasn’t just a means of chasing physical pleasure anymore; it was something that made him feel whole.
“I-I’m cumming,” Vegas cried. His back arched as he creamed onto his and Pete’s stomach.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” his boyfriend said, kissing his cheeks softly.
If he wasn’t so exhausted, he might’ve suggested another round. Unfortunately, all the energy had already drained from his body. Vegas leaned lazily against his boyfriend, ready to fall asleep. Curse his weak stamina. Truthfully, he didn’t want this to end. He wanted to keep going. He wanted to still feel Pete flooding his senses.
After a few more thrusts, the older man’s orgasm followed. Vegas could feel his insides being soaked with Pete’s seeds. It was oddly comforting.
“Baby,” his boyfriend murmured. “Can I move you?”
Vegas shook his head like a petulant child.
“Why? Are you in pain? Are you overwhelmed?”
Once again, he shook his head.
“Then?”
“Just want you inside,” Vegas finally mumbled.
That reason seemed to be good enough because Pete stayed still afterward, only moving to kiss him or hug him closer. The body warmth was nice, and before Vegas knew it, he was already asleep.
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It was close to 8 P.M. when Vegas awoke from his slumber. His mind was still foggy, but he had far more mental clarity than on the car ride home. Speaking of the car ride home, what happened after he passed out? And why was he wrapped in his blanket like sticky rice wrapped in a sheet of banana leaves?
“So you finally woke up.” It was Pete’s voice, and he was standing up with a plate of fruit in his hand.
“What happened?” Vegas asked, struggling to break free of his blanket.
“You basically cockwarmed me the whole ride home, and then I had to put your clothes back on for you and carry you inside whilst lying that you fainted from anemia.”
“That’s a weird lie.”
“You rather I told the truth?”
“I didn’t say that, asshole. I’m just saying it’s a weird lie.”
“Yeah, well, no one really bought it. I think everyone knows we’re together now,” Pete said casually as he sat down on the bed.
Vegas sighed as he took a slice of pear. “So, are you ashamed?”
“Of what? Having a handsome, rich, kinky boyfriend? Never. Are you?”
“My last ounce of shame flew out the window when I called you ‘Daddy.’”
The older man laughed, and Vegas couldn’t explain it, but he like his heart was going to combust.
“I love you, Pete,” he said out of the blue. Anxiety twirled inside of him as he hoped that it wasn’t too early to be saying such cheesy things.
Luckily, it didn’t take long for his boyfriend to reciprocate. “I love you too, Vegas.”