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( open ) there ain't no party like a mafia party

⌛ Who: Those Thai mafia guys, adjacent CR, and anyone who just wants to crash a good time
⌛ What: Celebrating an elopement, Tay's survival of all that chaos in the Western Kingdom, and other things
⌛ When: Early November
⌛ Where: J. Random Bar or two or three
⌛ Warnings: will be added in threads as needed

Tay said drinks were on him when all that madness in the Western Kingdom was over. Vegas wasn't about to forget that. There was a lot to celebrate, after all! Vegas and Pete eloped, Tay survived, they were all reunited, they had some solid plans for the future. They may not be able to find a club in the way Tay would like, but if the night turned into a bar crawl, would any of them complain? Wherever they landed, Vegas was sure to be buying the most expensive drinks on the menu since he's not paying.

The place had music -- nothing like they're used to, but at least it had music. Which would make for an interesting night as the longer they're out and the more champagne Vegas drinks, the more likely he is to try to drag the others into dancing (especially Pete). It may not be what they're used to, but they can still have a good time, right?

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Pete leaned in closer. He'd planned this one out so that way they could sneak away at some point. And had been sure that all the groping of his ass wouldn't reveal it with how loose the yukata was.

"I'm naked under here." No underwear at all. Perfectly ready for a quickie in the nearby bathroom.

His brows lifted and he groped Pete's ass with more determination. How could he not tell? Vegas looked from Pete toward the doors leading to the bathroom. He stepped back, grabbing Pete's hand to lead him off to somewhere a little more private.

Pete grinned as he was suddenly dragged toward the bathroom. This was exactly the reaction he'd expected. And even wanted. So of course he followed after him and went to lock the door behind them. If someone had to piss then they were going to have to wait because they were about to be very busy.

As soon as the lock clicked behind them, Vegas pushed Pete up against the nearest sink. Why bother with a stall when they have the whole bathroom to themselves? He pressed up behind his husband, growing arousal evident, and hiked the length of Pete's robe up to expose his bare ass.

Without any warning, he dropped to his knees and palmed Pete's ass cheeks apart. If Pete was going to present such a delectable morsel to him, Vegas was going to eat it. Besides, unless Pete snuck some lube in with them, he's gonna need this.

The speed at which Vegas got down on his knees was impressive. Pete had to cling to the edges of the sink as the man got behind him and immediately got his cheeks apart had him gasping. It was made that much more erotic by the fact that he couldn't see Vegas behind him but he could see his own reflection. Fuck but that shouldn't be as hot as it was.

He had actually brought lube in but that was in his sleeve. And he was going to reveal that later. Right about now he had a husband about to devour his ass and he wasn't about to stop him.

Good thinking, Pete! One time without enough lube was more than enough. Even if Vegas knew they were prepared, he'd still be on his knees with his face buried between Pete's ass cheeks, just like he was now.

He lashed his tongue against Pete's hole then pressed even closer to mouth around it. He alternated between lapping at the opening and prodding at it with the tip of his tongue, working to loosen it enough to wiggle inside.

"Ah...hah..." He was leaning so far over the sink that his breath was fogging up the mirror with every breath he let out. Pete's eyelids drooped as he felt that tongue and those lips start to ravage him. Truthfully he'd never known that getting his ass eaten out was something he'd love so much. Then again there were a lot of things he'd learned about himself by being with Vegas.

One of them being how much control he let Vegas have over him. How much power. He couldn't do anything like this but accept it and he didn't want to either. This vulnerable feeling was exactly what he needed and wanted. "Fuck..."

Pete's not the first partner he's ever eaten out, but he's certainly the one Vegas enjoyed the most. Sex had always been a double-edged sword for Vegas, a means to an end, a temporary escape. But with Pete it's so much more than just a moment of pleasure. It's a liminal experience for the two of them, yet another way for them to bond. And the fact that Pete let Vegas indulge as he's wont to do? So fucking sexy.

Vegas spent solid minutes devouring Pete. His fingers kneaded Pete's firm ass cheeks as he worked his tongue against the natural resistance of the tight ring of muscle. Oh, it softened eventually as it always did, but Vegas wasn't ready to stop just yet.

After a time, he could feel his legs trembling. His grip on the sink tightened as he watched his expressions dissolve into the depths of pleasure. Never before had he actually seen what he looked like in this moment. Was this what Vegas got to see when he was inside him? Fuck.

No underwear had been a great idea. He was tempted to do this every time that he wore an outfit like this honestly. Because the reality of the situation was that Pete was just as horny and perverted as his husband was.

Moaning loud, he felt his cock twitch with need.

This wasn't like some loud club from their world and Vegas wondered if they made too much noise if others might hear. Did he care if they did? No. But he wondered, nonetheless. Once they have a place of their own, he could do everything in his power to make Pete scream. There wouldn't be anyone to overhear and give them weird looks the next day.

He pulled back with a gasped breath and smiled to himself. "Ready for more?"

Slumping a bit over the sink, he panted as he imagined that smug smile that the man likely had on his face. Letting out a breathless laugh, he fished around in his sleeve and pulled out a small thing of lube that he handed back to his husband.

"You'll want that." Yeah, he'd been ready for more before they'd even gone out that evening.

He shouldn't be surprised that Pete's prepared. Preparedness was his job for how long? A wolfish grin settled on Vegas' face as he stood up and met Pete's eyes in the mirror. Taking the bottle, he made quick work of coating the oil on his fingers and reaching between Pete's ass cheeks to rub the lubricant around his hole. He didn't really take a lot of time to tease him before pressing one finger inside. A second followed shortly after, moving this way and that to coat Pete's channel with the oil and open him up.

Being able to see Vegas' face in the reflection just increased the erotic aura around them. Moaning, he arched his back to press his hips more into that hand, encouraging and even demanding that his husband give him more. Because fuck they were so close to the man being inside him and Pete was actually finding himself losing patience in his eagerness.

Biting his lip, he rocked back again. "Vegas...."

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.

Everyone was going to see that mark and he loved that. It was going to mark him as belonging to Vegas as much the collar and ring. It made him smile as he watched it form, moaning long and loud. More than that it made his cock twitch when they locked eyes and he could see that dark look of lust in his husband's eyes. So sexy. Pete grinned and then arched his back to present himself more when he saw that huge cock being prepared.

"Fuck, Vegas..." He'd never realized the reflection of someone he loved could be so sexy.

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."

That felt as right holding him place as that cock did buried deep inside of him. Being held like this forced up a little bit rather than completely bent over the sink but he didn't mind that in the slightest. Not when it shifted how Vegas sat in him in all the right ways. Moaning, his eyes fluttered yet he still kept them open to watch their reflections.

Not once had he ever realized how badly he needed mirror sex in his life. Surprise, surprise.

Oh, right, Pete hasn't experienced naked mirror time yet. Vegas knew very well how erotic mirrors could be. But sex in front of one? Very, very sexy.

Those dark eyes stayed fixed on Pete's reflection as Vegas began to move, pulling back and snapping his hips forward to drive himself deep inside his husband. They were the guests of honor so it wouldn't be long until their absence was noticed. Everyone had more than a few drinks in them by now so they'd have some leeway. The other issue was that Pete needed to be able to walk out of this bathroom, even he was walking funny.

So, Vegas launched into a steady pace of long, deep thrusts. Not too fast, but not so slow as to be teasing to either of them. Ah, but the thought of his cum dripping down Pete's thighs when they left made his cock twitch even as they fucked. Could he possibly get any harder? Vegas didn't think so.

"Ah..."

He's never get over how good it felt when Vegas moved inside of him. He always filled him up so completely and knew how to move just right to give them both what they needed. In this case they really didn't have much time left. However, they did have enough to properly enjoy this which Pete appreciated beyond measure as he rolled his body to match that pace that had been set.

No underwear meant that he was going to feel this on his thighs for sure when they left the bathroom. That thought mixed with that look he could see in Vegas' eyes was enough to make him groan deeply as he fingers started to cling even harder to the sink in front of him.

Pete knew just how to move, meeting each of Vegas' thrusts with an eagerness that turned him on even more. But Pete's face in the mirror? Pete watching Vegas fuck him? That was easily the most erotic thing Vegas has ever experienced. Confidence that his husband would be a good boy and keep his eyes on the mirror, Vegas let his hand slide down Pete's body, over the bunched-up fabric of the robe, to play with his dick. He's sure he could get Pete off without it, but this was their wedding celebration and he deserved a quick and easy orgasm.

Were they doing some sort of rebellion play then he would have lowered his gaze. This wasn't such a time though so he didn't even need to be told to keep his eyes where they were. That was something that he did gladly. Pete didn't want to miss anything happened anyway, loving to see where that hand went as much as he did that look in those dark eyes. There was no containing his noises even if he wanted to, especially not now that Vegas was adding touch to his neglected dick on top of it all.

Maybe he could have lasted if he really wanted to but the fact was that wasn't what this was about. This was very much a quickie in the bathroom, them needing to satisfy their burning need for each other. So he let himself go, jaw dropping as he came. A cry escaped him and his body clenched tight around the man buried so deep inside his ass.

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.

He could feel the rush of being filled even more without the feeling of hot water surrounding them. Had they fucked plenty of times since then? Absolutely. But it never changed how good it felt to feel that cum fill him up every time that Vegas reached his orgasm. Leaning a little more on the sink, he finally let his forehead rest against the mirror. It didn't put his hips in the most comfortable position but it was easier to keep standing this way. And just enjoy how it felt to have his husband inside him a little longer before they'd have to straighten up to head back out.

It didn't change for Vegas either. Being able to feel all of Pete, being able to fill him up left him dizzy every time. Even now, he leaned heavily against Pete, reaching around him to grip the sink as well to keep from swooning. He panted hard against Pete's throat, then canted his head to mouth along the mark he'd left there earlier. After a moment to let thought return, he finally peered at Pete in the mirror.

"Shit, baby, you're so fucking sexy."

He let out a breathless laugh. Rather than look at their reflections though, he turned his head to look back at Vegas directly. He gave him a smile then reached back so he could pull him in for a slow kiss, breaking it when he needed air again.

"You're not bad yourself."

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this is exactly the face Vegas is making

I bet he is~

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