While he worked Pete open, Vegas leaned in and mouthed along the side his throat exposed above that diamond choker. A mark that Pete was his. Well, he was in the mood to leave another mark. Since others wouldn't be able to see it, Vegas also decided to suck on that tender skin until it was red and angry. When he comes up for air, Vegas locks his gaze on Pete in the mirror.

He was so fucking sexy in that barely closed yukata, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust. And every time he saw Pete that way, it took Vegas' breath away. And made his cock jump with eagerness. He withdrew his fingers and made quick work of shucking down his pants. He poured more lube into his hand and moaned softly as he coated it over his dick, never breaking that eye contact in the mirror.