Vegas was so eager to press himself into his husband. Seriously, his hunger for Pete was endless. Pete could turn him one with just a look or a word. The heat in his eyes made Vegas ache and he finally pressed close behind him, guiding his cock to that warm, willing hole. Dark lashes fluttered but he refused to take his eyes off Pete's reflection as he pushed through the natural resistance of his body. A low groan bubbled up in Vegas' throat as he sank deeper and deeper. And finally, once he was balls deep in his husband, Vegas ran his free hand over Pete's bare chest, over his throat, to hold his chin so Pete wouldn't look away from the mirror.

"Fuck, Pete... you feel so good."