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What’s up, Nippon? As a relative newbie here, I’m wondering what kind of winter holidays you all celebrate? I’m thinking of hosting a New Year’s Eve party at Pete’s… Or maybe I’ll talk to Kinn and we can do something at the hotel. I dunno. I’d honestly like to do it at Pete’s if it’s something that would interest enough people. I’m sure a lot of you celebrate Lunar New Year, too. Also happy to throw a party at Pete’s for that, too.

[Behind Vegas, Pete has been unaware his husband is home yet. So he's been taking a shower and comes out now in a tank top, a towel over his shoulder, and no pants. There's smears of something white all over his arms. He seems to be dancing to a song in his head as he turns around to grab some big books.

And starts pumping them like weights to show more of that bubble butt that he has and how naked it is. Pleased with himself, he sets them down and starts posing like a muscle model...]

And speaking of Pete… Looks like dinner is served.

[Pete spins around and quickly covers up his entire groin area with the towel with eyes the size of dinner plates now.] Vegas??? Why are you back already?

[A wolfish grin spreads over Vegas' face.] Glad I am for a dish like that.

[And Pete points at the device behind him.] Are you recording???

Fuck! [He fumbles a second or two and the feed abruptly ends.]

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[He shivers from the kisses and feeling his shirt sliding up. There's streaks of that white clay all over him, it's even easier to see that he's gotten his ass too. Not that it's in the way of the main course, mind you.

Tilting his head to the side, he sighs softly as his eyes close.]

(( Of course, with the shirt in the way, Vegas has to skip kissing all the way down his spine to find his prize. Instead, he sinks to his knees and presses his lips to Pete's tailbone. His hands ran down his sides, then over his bare thighs, then back up to pry his ass cheeks apart. Pete's already very familiar with the way Vegas basically shoves his face in there and teases the tight ring of muscle with his tongue. He licks and sucks that hole until it softens enough for him to work his tongue inside. ))

[Pants? Who needs pants? Why have pants when you can have an incredibly hot man get on his knees to eat you out? Moaning, he keeps one hand on the wall but the other blindly reaches back until it can find dark hair. Clinging to it, he gasps as that mouth devours him, getting him hard in what has to be the blink of an eye.]

(( Vegas knows what he likes. He also knows what turns Pete on and is there anything better than a turned-on Pete? Not in Vegas' mind. The man's sexy as hell and Vegas savors being the one to make him feel that way.

The feel of Pete's fingers in his hair earns a muffled groan and his own fingers knead his husband's asscheeks. When he finally pulls away it's with a breathless grunt. Vegas doesn't bother getting up, but instead grabs Pete by his hips to turn him around. ))

[Being turned around is easy because he's already so eager. He wants anything that Vegas gives him and this way he can bury his other hand in his hair too. Panting softly, he leans against the wall and gazes down at him.

And then gives him a little smile.]

(( He peers up at Pete from where he kneels, not breaking eye contact as he leans in and runs his tongue slowly along Pete's dick from base to tip. Those dark lashes lower when he parts his lips to wrap around the head and suck teasingly. ))

[Pete moans at the feel of that tongue on him. Shit but that mouth is good and it's always an experience to be able to watch it at work. Moving his fingers through that sexy hair, he makes sure he watches every move his husband makes, not wanting to miss a second of it.

Pants free work outs have never been so good...]

(( It's not the pants-free workouts Vegas objects to! Those are fine as long as he knows they're happening so he doesn't blast Pete's fine ass across the network! He can't even blame people for looking because it's a fine ass.

But it's his.

Vegas peers up at Pete from under his lashes. He swirls his tongue around the head of Pete's dick before swallowing him up. Drawing the length deep, Vegas begins to bob his head, sucking and licking eagerly as he does. ))

[Vegas has no right to look this hot sucking his dick. But he seriously does. Those lashes are veiling his eyes just right. Pete can't get enough of how good it looks and he shudders as he licks his lips.]

Shit, Vegas... You look...

[He can't finish that thought because that infuriatingly amazing mouth does something so right he gasps then moans, hips jolting a bit.]

(( He would smile if he could. Vegas takes great pleasure in picking Pete apart. There's even more delight in knowing he's probably one of precious few who's done so since Pete didn't really embrace his kinks until Vegas him the space to do so. That thought's not far from the front of mind as he drags his lips and tongue across that hard shaft. Then he grazes against that sensitive with his teeth on the end of Pete's moan to add a little more variety to the sensation. ))

[It's the teeth that does him in. That edge of pain on somewhere so sensitive. It's not that he can't handle pain but rather that Vegas keeps it so light so as to not actually hurt him. That's what makes him fall apart in the end and he cums right into that hot mouth that's tormenting him so perfect with a soft 'fuck' as he does.]

(( A grunt leaves Vegas when Pete's cum splatters across his tongue. He tightens his lips around his husband's dick to make sure he doesn't spill a drop and Vegas continues to bob his head as Pete climaxes. If he could, he would grin just from feeling that hard cock quiver and spasm in his mouth.

Once he's sure he's milked every drop from Pete, Vegas pulls back slowly, letting that spent cock slip from his lips. He's still peering up at Pete through his lashes and makes a point to lick his flushed slips. ))

How 'bout I fuck you now?

[Drained as he feels, those words arouse him again immediately. Smiling, he nods. Yeah after getting eaten out and sucked off? He absolutely wants to get fucked by his husband. And he's so conveniently without pants right now too.]

Do it. Fuck me, Vegas.

(( He loves hearing Pete's eagerness. It prompts him to spring to his feet and scoop Pete up in his arms. Sure, it's tempting to just pound him into the wall, but Vegas will show him a little mercy... by flopping him over the back of the couch. At least from there can get to the bottle of lube they have stowed in the side table.

He presses his hand to the back of Pete's neck to keep him bent over the couch as he moves slightly away. ))

Stay.

(( He makes quick work of getting the bottle from the drawer in that end table and sidling back up behind his husband. He runs a hand along Pete's spine and grins down at him. ))

Good boy.

(( He undoes his pants and kicks them off. Then the cap snaps open and Vegas pours a liberal amount in his hand. He sighs as he strokes it along his erection, then presses his fingers between Pete's asscheeks to rub some of the lube against that eager hole. ))

[A yelp escapes him as he's suddenly hauled over to the couch and pinned over it. His hands scramble to find the right purchase as his shirt slips higher to show more of that white clay on the rest of him. Sure it's cooler here but traditions are traditions! And he loves this one! Even if he's had to improvise it!

But he stays in place, watching Vegas until the man is behind him and he can't easily look back at him again. Shivering at the sound of those pants dropping, he does twist a little to look back a bit.

And smiles when he sees those fingers coming for him. Moaning, he spreads his legs more to make it easier, not caring that this is not a comfortable position anymore because those fingers are where that amazing dick is going to be soon.]

(( He's sure Pete's opening is soft from being eaten out just a little bit ago, but it's going to be uncomfortable enough bent over the back of the couch. No need to make things more uncomfortable. Vegas pressed two fingers to that tight ring of muscle, rubbing the slick oil all around in a teaching massage before pressing them both inside that hot channel to coat it, as well.

For a minute or two, Vegas worked his fingers inside Pete, scissoring them, twisting and flexing them, and finally thrusting them in a mimicry of the act they'd soon be engaged in. When he was satisfied, they withdrew and something much more substantial pressed inside in their place. Vegas moans low and long as he rocks his hips in short, shallow thrusts to bury his dick deep inside in his husband. ))

[It's so easy to forget how uncomfortable the couch is for him when those fingers are working him so right. Biting his lip, he moans as they twist and fuck him. He knows they won't compared to that cock though but that doesn't stop his legs from trembling when they're pulled out of his body.

Then a long whine escapes him as he feels it finally push inside of him. It leaves him breathless, a hand scrambling back to find something to cling to. Anything of Vegas that he can reach. He just needs to touch him so bad.]

(( Once he's sheathed inside his husband, Vegas takes a few seconds to catch his breath. He can't get enough of Pete. Everything about him drives Vegas absolutely mad. Not only the way Pete's grips him so tightly, but the way he scrambles to touch him, the way his breath hitches, all of it.

Vegas runs his hands along Pete's back until they grip his hips. That and the quick breath Vegas takes is the only warning that he's about to move. And move he does, shifting until he almost pulls out entirely only to slam back in. He leans over Pete, pressing as much of his body against his husband's as he can while he fucks him hard and fast. ))

[What he manages to find is one of Vegas' wrists. Clinging to that, he digs his nails in as the man pounds him so hard he can feel the couch shifting a bit. Whining for him, Pete claws at the cushions while he feels that cock fuck him senseless. And then that hot body is pressing into him at the same time further pinning him where he is.

Sobbing from how good it feels, he feels his knees buckle which presses his hips even further into the back of the couch. He's going to have the most interesting bruises after this, that's for sure. But he can't even think about that at the moment because the cock has found that perfect spot inside him to make him cry out and see stars.]

Fuck!

(( The bite of Pete's nails in his skin pulls a hiss from Vegas. In retaliation, he mouths across Pete's back, scraping his teeth none-too-gently over his husband's skin. He knows from experience that Pete's already overstimulated, which is fine by Vegas because he's very eager. That's one of the joys of sex with Pete: he can take his time and draw things out for his husband and himself.

Vegas feels the couch sliding forward, but he doesn't slow down or let up. If they have to shuffle forward a little, so be it. When Pete cries out, Vegas smiles against his skin and shifts his hips to repeat that angle. ))

[Pete moans as he feels that bite, cock already dripping onto the back of the couch. A chocked sob is his response to that repeated attack on his prostate. It's too much and yet so perfect all at the same time. He can already feel how close he is and it makes him feel so insane.]

Fuck...Vegas...Fuck!

[He can't help when he suddenly cums all over the back of the couch, squeezing tight around his husband inside him.]

Shit!

(( Vegas hisses the word when he feels Pete's channel clench around him. He knows Pete was already wound up, but he didn't expect him to finish quite so soon... or so violently. Damn! Pete's definitely dragging him down over the edge with him. He manages a few more rough thrusts through Pete's orgasm, fingers tightening with bruising force on his hips. There's a slight hitch in his breath -- the tell that he's about to cum -- and he groans out Pete's name as he spills inside him. ))

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[Pete feels dizzy as that burst fills him. His life is just going to be filled with having interesting bruises he realizes. But he rather loves that as he smiles and lets himself go limp over the back of the couch. Comfortable? Especially with Vegas on top of him? Absolutely not. But he loves it all the same.]

(( Vegas just lays heavily against him for a moment, panting for breath until he finally laughs. ))

I did not think this through...

(( Their poor couch! ))

I volunteer you for cleaning the couch.

[But he laughs under his husband before squirming finally.]

Lemme up. I'll never walk again if my hips stay like this.

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