Honestly, Vegas was glad Pete didn't decide to flex his stamina tonight. He was already so turned on by them sneaking away to have what could be considered semi-public sex, how hot it was to see Pete watching him in the mirror, and, of course, being buried in that tight body. When Pete came, Vegas groaned, fucking his husband through this orgasm. Vegas pressed his body close to help keep Pete on his feet, but also because he could feel his own climax building and he knew he'd need the support, too. A few more staccato thrusts and Vegas grunted as he spilled deep inside.