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“I think that’s everything you need. If you are missing anything, you can always send a bodyguard to get it.”
Pete turned to look at Vegas, who was watching Pete pack. Pete was packing two suitcases, one for himself and one for Vegas. Vegas pouted a little, and Pete pecked him on the lips.
“I’ll only be gone for a week.”
“Why do I have to stay with Kinn and Porsche?”
“Because it’s more than three days. You know the rules. You can’t be home alone for more than a few days.”
“But I’m not hurt anymore.”
Pete sighed silently. While it was true they had started this to ensure that Vegas was taken care of when Pete was away because he was hurt, they had kept going even after he was out of the woods medically. Pete didn’t want to say that it was because of Vegas’ tendency to backslide into self-destructive tendencies when he was alone, but that was the truth. The last time Pete had left him alone for only four days, Vegas had slapped himself so hard he had bruises on both cheeks and had skipped half of his meals.
This way, he would know that Vegas was being well cared for and not hurting himself.
“You love spending time with them. They dote on you, you get sex with them, and you take a break from your work. Why don’t you want to go now?”
Vegas hesitated, and Pete wondered if it was merely just a case of he had forgotten what going over there meant and didn’t want Pete to leave. It had been a while. Vegas licked his lips and seemed to consider for a moment.
“I do get to have sex with them.”
Pete grinned. “Yeah, baby, you do. You’ll have an absolutely amazing time over there.”
“Alright,” he agreed.
Pete kissed him firmly on the lips. “Alright then, let’s go.”
The kitchen was stocked with his favorite snacks, his favorite books had been gathered from the library and put within easy reach, and the sheets had been changed to a blood-red silk set. All they were missing was one beautiful cousin to use all those things.
Kinn was hyped about this week. It had been a while since he had spent any real time with Vegas. They all got busy, and the better Vegas got, the less minding he needed. However, he was absolutely ready to have him back in their home, and this time, Kinn had a special plan in mind.
Vegas hadn’t bottomed for them yet, and Kinn wanted him to. He wanted the beautiful look of ecstasy to cross his face as he took Kinn’s cock. Or maybe Porsche’s cock. He hadn’t made up his mind yet, but all he knew was that Vegas was likely going to need a little coaxing. However, Kinn believed that it was going to all be worth it in the end.
“Okay.”
Kinn was brought up short. “Sorry, what?”
“I said okay. Yeah, I’ll bottom for you. Pete doesn’t like to top. I don’t really get a chance to. So yeah, I’ll go ahead and bottom for you. Who gets to have me?”
Kinn hadn’t really made that decision yet. He hadn’t thought he’d make it this far. Or that if he was going to make it this far that it would require a serious fight.
“I guess that depends on who you want to take. Only seems fair that you get to choose. Who would you like to fuck you first?”
Vegas considered for a moment. He glanced between them. “Let’s start with you, Kinn. I’ve always wondered what your cock feels like. You really feel that big?”
Kinn bit his lip, and Porsche grinned.
“Oh, he’s absolutely massive. You’re going to need some serious prep to be able to take that monster cock. I think that I should get to prep you, though. Since he gets to do the fucking. Seems only fair to me.”
Vegas shrugged and drew Porsche close. They kissed for a few minutes, and Vegas let Porsche undress him. Porsche grinned and kissed down his chest, making sure to kiss each of the bullet holes that had nearly taken Vegas from them.
Once Vegas was naked, Porsche rolled him onto his stomach and paid attention to his beautiful ass. Kinn was in the background pouring himself a drink. Kinn loved to watch Porsche get prepared, so Porsche figured he’d probably love to see Vegas get stretched.
Porsche spread Vegas’ ass cheeks and pressed his thumb against the pucker. Vegas gave a soft sigh, and Porsche smiled. Vegas was distracted, so Porsche leaned in and licked along that warm furl. Vegas moaned and bucked.
Porsche used that opportunity to slide a finger into Vegas’ ass. Vegas moaned and pushed back at the feeling. It had been a long time since he had bottomed, and he had forgotten just how good it could feel.
Porsche worked him over a little at a time. Starting with one finger and working his way up to four. When Porsche glanced back, Kinn had stripped down to his shorts, leaving only his black silk boxers and his family ring on.
Vegas wasn’t quite begging yet, but Porsche could tell that he was beginning to get a little desperate. Normally on a new partner, Kinn could spend hours prepping. Porsche wasn’t exaggerating about the size of his cock. However, Porsche had the feeling that the two of them were both so desperate for it that waiting any longer wasn’t going to happen.
It figured, though. With Vegas’ psychosexual obsession with Kinn and Kinn’s jealousy. The two of them really should’ve fucked long ago, but usually, they just shared Porsche.
“Alright, I think he’s ready, but you’ll have to go slow.”
Kinn rolled his eyes and climbed on the bed. He had shed his boxers, and he crawled toward Vegas. “I know how to take care of a bottom, Porsche. I take good care of you.”
Porsche snorted. “You’re okay at taking care of me. I just know how to deal with greedy tops.”
“Excuse me, you two seemed to have forgotten something here. Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to go stand out on the street? At least then, I’d walk away with a little cash.”
Kinn growled and climbed on top of Vegas, kissing him harshly.
“Absolutely not. Now, don’t rush me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Kinn slicked up his cock and positioned it at Vegas’ entrance. He gently pressed the tip in, watching Vegas’ face for any hint that he might be in pain. That’s why he knew the exact moment his face shifted into pure fear, and Vegas burst into tears.
Porsche leaped onto the bed and shoved Kinn back. Kinn fell toward the end of the bed and watched dumbfounded as his cousin curled into himself, and his body trembled as he cried silently. Porsche hovered anxiously.
“What did you do?” he hissed at Kinn.
Kinn shook his head. “I-I don’t know.”
“Vegas, honey, are you hurt? Tell us what’s wrong, and we’ll fix it. Come on, baby, we can’t make it better if we don’t know. Just tell us, and we’ll take care of you.”
Vegas reached out for Porsche, and Porsche pulled him into a tight hug. Porsche met Kinn’s terrified eyes, and Kinn looked as bewildered as he felt.
“Did he do something wrong? What is it?”
Vegas shook his head. “The-the ring. It, I know it isn’t the same one, but you’re wearing the ring, and I saw it, and then I was right back there. And you were….”
A pit formed in Kinn’s stomach. “Who was I? Tell me, Vegas. Who hurt you?”
Vegas’ voice cracked in shame. “My father.”
Kinn took the ring off and threw it across the room. Right now, it didn’t matter. Now he just needed to get Vegas calmed back down and out of the impending panic attack. His breaths were coming in short.
“Do you need me to leave the room to feel safe?” Kinn held eye contact with Vegas.
Vegas shook his head and just held out his arms. Kinn moved so he was against the headboard, took Vegas from Porsche and settled him on his lap. He stroked a hand through the silken hair and held Vegas close.
“I’m here. It’s just me.”
Porsche sat down next to them and ran a hand down along his back. Vegas continued to cry for several minutes, his sobs coming with short, quiet puffs of air.
They sat there without speaking for about fifteen minutes until Vegas calmed down enough to stop crying. He swiped at his wet cheeks, and Porsche got a tissue to gently clean his face. Vegas leaned into the gentle care.
“I’m sorry.”
Kinn shared an incredulous look with Porsche. “Are you actually apologizing for being a rape victim?”
Vegas looked at him through watery eyes. “Ruined our evening,” he said softly. “Should be over it by now.”
Kinn got a look from Porsche, and he got the feeling that Porsche still managed to blame him for this.
“You don’t need to apologize for not feeling safe. This is supposed to be a good time for you. Not something that you force yourself to do because we want you to. You don’t ever have to bottom if you don’t want to.” Porsche punctuated his words with a kiss on the head.
Vegas sniffled. “I do want to! I want to lay down and have Kinn take me. I was enjoying you preparing me, and I was excited to feel that big cock of his. I’ve bottomed before; it was just that damn ring. It’s not the same one, but I caught a glance of it out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly I was fourteen again.”
Fourteen?!
Porsche breathed deeply for a moment. Vegas still loved his father. He had mourned his death and still kept a small shrine for him. It wouldn’t be good to go on a rant about how he was the worst father on the planet. Even if that was starting to look true.
Kinn’s expression didn’t really change, but Porsche saw the tightening around his eyes that showed just how furious he was. Kinn hadn’t known, and that eased some of the worries in Porsche’s stomach. He hadn’t really believed that Kinn had known his uncle was raping Vegas, but there was a part of him that feared that anyway.
The three of them were caught like that for several minutes. While Porsche tried to come up with a way to say that Vegas was safe without implying that Korn shooting Gun was a good thing. Even though it clearly was. Kinn seemed to have a similar struggle.
“We can continue if you want.” Vegas’ voice was hoarse.
Revulsion climbed up Kinn’s throat. This wasn’t the first time he had seen Vegas treat himself so callously. The man had spent more than two decades listening to the bitter criticisms and brutal orders of his father, and he had internalized all of them.
Doesn’t matter if it hurts, keep going.
Your feelings don’t matter, keep working.
He’s important, spread your legs.
Vegas spent most of his time in a state of confusion. Not understanding that those rules weren’t in place anymore and they never should’ve been in the first place. Pete was doing his best to convince him that they didn’t operate like that anymore. However, it was going to take a long time to undo more than twenty years of conditioning.
They were doing things differently, but that didn’t mean that circumstances changed overnight. Every once in a while, a business contact would still offer a better deal in exchange for fucking Vegas. The one time Vegas had accepted one of these deals, Kinn had arrived at the meeting place to see that all of the walls were coated in blood, and they had a group of dead Italians. Pete had been holding Vegas’ waist and neck with an indescribable rage across his features.
Kinn hadn’t bothered to chastise Pete, and the rest of the members of the underworld had stopped, even suggesting that was something that could happen.
“No, baby, you’re hurting. We aren’t going to make you.”
Vegas huffed, annoyed. “That’s not…you’re not making me. He’s already taken so much from me. He took my childhood, and I loved him. Really, I did. Right now, I just need to reclaim something from him. I need something back that he took. So, please, let me continue. I want to do this with you.”
Kinn glanced at Porsche very out of his depth. Vegas was clearly hurting, and he insisted this would help it. Kinn just wasn’t sure he was right. Porsche and he looked at each other for a few minutes. Finally, Kinn sighed.
“Alright, if you’re absolutely certain. If you want to stop at any time for any reason, just tell me, and we’ll stop.”
Vegas nodded, and they moved around. Porsche insisted on Vegas lying against his chest.
“I’ll feel better if I can hold you during this. Make sure that you really are alright.”
Vegas let it happen, and to Kinn’s relief, his face was shifting from upset and scared to bemused and indulgent. Porsche slid a single finger into Vegas and checked to see if he was still stretched enough. He wasn’t. Unsurprisingly he had tightened back down some, and it would be better if he could be stretched again.
Kinn worked to get his cock hard again, and Porsche slid several fingers inside of Vegas, watching carefully to make sure that he wasn’t going to fall into panic again. That had been a truly awful thing to watch, and if he had his way, he wouldn’t have to go through it again.
However, his face showed nothing but relaxed pleasure. He let Porsche finger him, and his cock, which had also gone soft, hardened back up. Porsche pressed a kiss to his head and watched as Kinn approached them slowly, clearly giving Vegas plenty of time to back out. However, Vegas just tilted his neck alluringly and beckoned Kinn closer.
Kinn climbed onto the bed and kissed Vegas softly on the lips.
“We don’t have to.”
“I know, I want to.”
“If you’re certain.” Kinn pressed his cock to Vegas’ hole and watched carefully. However, the fear from last time had faded, and all he saw was hunger.
Vegas guided Kinn’s cock deep inside himself, sighing at the feeling of Kinn filling him up. This time he felt only warmth and the safety that Kinn and Porsche provided him. Surrounded by their warmth and strength, Vegas felt like he could take on anything, even the memory of his father.
Kinn stifled a moan when he finally bottomed out inside of his cousin. Vegas’ face was filled with the helpless pleasure that Kinn had wanted him to feel. The look that he desperately wanted to see on his face.
Vegas moaned lightly and encouraged Kinn to start thrusting. Kinn moved slowly, allowing Vegas to adjust to the feeling of being filled after so long of only topping. Vegas adjusted quickly and soon was using Porsche for leverage to thrust back against Kinn.
The tension had faded, and Kinn grinned down at his cousin, watching as his face contorted in pleasure, and he let out several small huffs of breath. Vegas was never loud in bed unless he was putting on an act. Kinn had seen the sex tapes Vegas had taken of him and all of Kinn’s exes. They were full of porn star moans and sounds of delighted appreciation. He had been surprised when he had finally spent some time with Vegas and realized that it was all just a show. Those moans were a put-on for the partners he didn’t really care about.
Kinn had been slightly disappointed when he had found out, but it had soon faded in the face of reality. None of Vegas’ fake moans could compare to his facial expressions and desperation when he truly enjoyed the experience.
Kinn picked up speed, and he knew the exact moment he hit Vegas’ prostate dead on. Kinn adjusted his angle so he could hit it dead on. It was awkward, but Kinn wanted to make sure that Vegas thought of this as a wonderful experience, not just something he forced himself to do because Kinn wanted him to.
Kinn was so focused on making this a pleasurable experience for Vegas that he didn’t even notice when his orgasm was building until he was in the middle of it. Kinn threw back his head and shouted Vegas’ name. Vegas thrust back, allowing Kinn to finish.
When his orgasm was over, Kinn pulled back carefully. Still watching Vegas. His face didn’t hold any of that terrible emotion, so clearly, something must have gone right. He tied off the condom and inspected Vegas’ body. He was still hard enough to cut diamonds, and Kinn was never one to leave a partner unsatisfied. Since Vegas had been so good about taking him, clearly, he deserved a reward.
“Come here, baby boy. Let me have your little cock.”
Vegas flushed. He was well above average but wasn’t impressive compared to the monstrosity Kinn carried around with him.
“Ah, Kinn!” He bucked into the feeling of Kinn’s mouth on his cock, delighting in the feeling. Porsche’s hands came up and tweaked his nipples, and Vegas was a little ashamed to admit he had forgotten about his human body pillow.
Porsche started kissing and biting his neck, still playing with his nipples. Vegas was caught between them, sandwiched between their mouths and helpless with everything they wanted to do to him. Vegas didn’t really think it was fair that he and Kinn had gotten to play, and Porsche hadn’t had anything. He reached over and slid his hand over Porsche’s cock.
One of Porsche’s hands covered Vegas’, and he guided Vegas through stroking him. It was undeniably hot. Porsche fell over the edge first, keeping Vegas’ small hand on his cock, reveling in the feeling of his gun callouses and beautiful fingers.
He only pulled Vegas’ hand away and watched as Kinn continued to suck him off. It took only a minute past, and Vegas was filling Kinn’s mouth. His head was thrown back, and he was satisfied at the feelings of contentment and warmth that came with being surrounded by these two men.