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[patheticmeowmeow]

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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[patheticmeowmeow]

(( 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. ))

[unleashedpet]

[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.]

[patheticmeowmeow]

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. ))

[unleashedpet]

[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.]

[patheticmeowmeow]

(( 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! ))

[unleashedpet]

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.

[patheticmeowmeow]

(( Vegas huffs at the suggestion -- despite knowing he'll do it because Pete's probably going to be a little sore from being railed into the back of said couch. He waits a beat before moving away so Pete can move, taking his husband's arm in his hands to help him stay steady on his feet. ))

Maybe I don't want you to walk again.

[unleashedpet]

[He appreciates the help as he gets up, groaning softly. Looking down, he laughs softly at the bruise that's forming. Yeah he's always going to be covered in those. He can see it now.]

Good thing this one will be covered. It would be hard to explain.

[patheticmeowmeow]

(( Vegas not-so-secretly enjoys seeing his marks on Pete's body. Bites, scratches, bruises, all of it. He delights in that sort of ownership. And he's sure Pete does, as well. Guiding Pete around the couch, he gestures with his free hand for his husband to sit. ))

I'll go get a towel to clean up.

[unleashedpet]

[Sitting down with a sigh, he finally goes to pull his shirt off. Setting it aside, he enjoys the air on his skin as he comes down from the high of his orgasm.]

Thanks.

[patheticmeowmeow]

(( Vegas wanders off to the bathroom to get a damp cloth and a towel so he could clean up Pete and the couch. ))

Here.

(( He tosses the towel to Pete and sighs as he moves around behind the couch to deal with the mess before it stains the fabric. ))

We're gonna need a couch cover.

[unleashedpet]

Probably several with how often we fuck.

[Look, someone needs to say it...]

[patheticmeowmeow]

(( Vegas snorts a laugh. ))

That a complaint?

[unleashedpet]

[Looking over the back of the couch he gives him a big grin.]

Nope.

[patheticmeowmeow]

(( A lopsided grin pulls at one corner of his lips as he moves to kneel behind the couch. Best to scrub that stain while it's fresh. ))

Maybe we should stop fucking all over the place.

(( Vegas absolutely did not mean that. ))

[unleashedpet]

[That makes him grin even more as he gives another small answer to that.]

Nope.

[patheticmeowmeow]

Yeah, it was s stupid idea.

(( He smirks before narrowing his eyes at the stain as if he can intimidate it away while he scrubs. ))

[unleashedpet]

There's club soda. You should try that.

[Since he's pretty sure that Vegas hasn't ever actually had to clean the messes he makes...]

[patheticmeowmeow]

Club soda? Will that work?

(( Pete is absolutely correct. Vegas doesn't do a lot of cleaning up after himself. ))

[unleashedpet]

Yep. It's really good for stains. The carbonation helps to lift them out.

[They might have had a professional laundromat at the main compound but that didn't mean he didn't have to get blood out of his clothes fast before sending them off sometimes.]

[patheticmeowmeow]

Huh.

(( Who knew? Not Vegas! But it's enough to get him up and heading toward the kitchen to get a little club soda. When he comes back, he pours a little on the towel in his hand and starts scrubbing the offensive spot. ))

Huh! That's... actually working well.

[unleashedpet]

You're getting to it right away too. It shouldn't set in now that you're using the club soda on it.

[Moving around, he rolls over to stretch out on his stomach on the couch to enjoy the break with a big grin on his face.]

[patheticmeowmeow]

(( Don't lie, Pete. You're enjoying watching a little rich boy on his knees, scrubbing your cum off the back of a couch. ))

Anything else I gotta do to this?

[unleashedpet]

Rinse it off with some warm water and you should be good to just let it dry now.

[patheticmeowmeow]

What would I do without you?

(( Once he was done scrubbing with the club soda, he went to get a warm, wet washcloth to finish the job. ))

You wanna shower after I'm done here?