THE ECLIPSE - The Dangerous Drug of Sex (ENGLISH)

BETTER ANGELS - CHAPTER 7

He laid him back against the bed as they kissed, caressing their bodies passionately as they moaned.

"Vegas..." he repeated as the man thrust into him at a fast pace and finally made him hiss, as he had wanted for so long.

It was truly an impressive feeling and he longed for it with all his might so he couldn't help but feel like he was melting with every touch of his hands.

"Vegas..." he kept saying as he stimulated his nipples with his tongue and he filled him with an amazing, stimulating sensation that he had never known before.

"You're so good and tight," Vegas told him as he put him on all fours and penetrated him like an animal. The only option he had left was to hold on to the sheets to resist the excitement he felt from having the man he desired so close to him.

It was like a basic need that invaded his entire body like that consumed him completely.

"I want to see your face," Vegas said as he turned him over on the bed and the boy underneath him couldn't resist his intense kisses.

"Ah! Ah!" he could only moan each time Vegas penetrated him deeply as if he had erased any capacity to speak with each thrust.

Vegas suddenly looked into his eyes intensely when they were about to come and said with that characteristic flirtatiousness that drove him crazy, "You don't know... how I like to make love to you Pete."

Pete stood up suddenly, agitated by that realistic and intense dream.

What the hell was happening to him? Why was he thinking about Vegas in that strange way?

He had never had a wet dream with anyone in his life so it seemed crazy to him that his subconscious was playing with his mind like that.

"Pete! Breakfast is here!," the real Vegas yelled from the kitchen like every morning.

How dare he look him in the face after what he had dreamed?

Pete had to calm down since the memories of that dream were still driving him crazy. Maybe he had dreamed that after watching the 50 Shades of Gray movie before going to sleep and maybe his subconscious was playing with his emotional stability.

"Pete!," Vegas shouted again.

"I'm coming!" Pete shouted immediately since it was worse if Vegas went into the room to look for him and saw him soaked in sweat and totally... hard.

He got into the shower so that the cold water would relieve a little of the burning sensation that he felt on his skin, patting his cheeks lightly. It was just a dream... it was just a strange dream and he didn't have to think about it much.

He dressed quickly and went out to the kitchen where Porsche and Venice were already helping to place the plates on the table.

"How did you sleep?" Vegas asked with a smile and damn, it was that flirtatious smile of his dream.

"Good," Pete responded and he looked visibly nervous as memories of las night invaded his mind again.

"Are you okay?" Porsche asked Pete, curious to see him acting so strange.

"Yes," he replied with his characteristic sweet smile and sat down at the table.

Vegas served them all an omelet and sat next to him, when suddenly his leg brushed against his and Pete couldn't help but shake nervously.

"Are you okay?" Vegas asked and placed his hand on his forehead, worried that he was sick as his face gleamed with uncharacteristically red shade.

God that intense look....