VegasPete (Fanfic)

Chapter Nine

Vegas slowly went through his neck and nibble it leaving a light red marks.

Pete gasped when he felt Vegas thick hands roaming around inside his body. Touching his abdomen, to his chest and suddenly pinched one of his nipples.

"Vegas! Venice is sleeping!" Pete said and bit his lower lip, stopping himself from moaning.

He was still conscious and afraid that Venice might hear the unnecessary noice that only adult should hear.

"Then do your best my love to be quiet." Vegas teased and gave him a kiss.

While Vegas hands are busy in taking off his clothes; his lips was busy kissing Pete. Vegas entered his tongue to Pete's mouth and play inside.

A soft moan escaped from Pete's throat as he did his best to stop making noises.

They hugged each other's naked body exchanging hot kisses as if their body and soul wanted to be as one.

"Ahh! Shit..." Pete closed his eyes when he felt Vegas hands enter his hole with a cold lube.

He was already use to pain yet everytime it happens, he still cannot help but to curse.

Vegas kissed him once again. "Another one my love."

"Ahh Vegas." He called his name when Vegas inserted another finger to prepare him for the real battle.

They both pause for a while. Pete was still adjusting.

"Enter now." Pete said in a shy voice as he felt his face grew red.

He grabbed the nearest pillow to cover his face in such a shame. Pete heard Vegas laugh.

"Still shy when we have done this a hundred times?"

Pete removed the pillow that was covering his face. "You fucking bastard! Who will not be shy when- Ahh! Shit! Ahh!"

Vegas didn't let him finish his sentence and entered his crotch inside him without any warning.

"Ahh!" Pete immediately covered his mouth to suppress his moans. He was praying that Venice will not wake up.

Vegas started moving in between his legs. Pete hugged Vegas, with his nails digging into Vegas' broad back.

"Suppressing your desire huh?" He heard Vegas asked and thrust inside of him.

"Venice...ahh... He might wake up Ahh." He cannot even finish his sentence.

"Bite me, Pete. Bite me."

Without any hesitation, Pete went nearer to Vegas and bit his shoulder. He can also hear Vegas groan in so much pressure.

After so many times of thrusting, Pete can already feel that he will be cumming.

He bit harder when Vegas held his crutch and touch the tip of it as if it was teasing him; telling him that he will be cumming.

"Ahh Vegas..."

"Call my name Pete...ahh. I'm near."

Pete felt lightheaded followed by the splattering of his own cum on his stomach. Vegas also followed and cum inside him.

They were both panting in tiredness. Pete lay down, breathing heavily.

He is thankful that Venice was still asleep.

"Not leaving?" Pete asked Vegas when he noticed that Vegas crotch was inside of him.

Vegas was still on his top, his head was on his chest; listening to his heartbeat.