#which is a little more difficult bc it requires a specific tone that i cant always hit

[magicaldreamfox1]

hi! i really like surrender so i'm excited to see you're planning a second chapter! could you tell us more about it please? 😊

hi!!! 🥺 i'm glad u liked surrender 🥺💞 and absolutely i can!

this is a really funny story actually

so i wrote surrender (and am planning to write the rest of the series it is a part of) bc me and boots thought that there simply is not enough orange overall porn in this fandom. and i thought u know what yeah this fic is just pwp we don't need to think abt the consequences and the implications of the actions in this fic

cue not long after this chapter the people were like soooo chapter 2 ? we need to know what happens now. we need to know abt the consequences and the implications.

and after some convincing (and since im famously very easily convinced to write smthg) i agreed to write a chapter 2

so chapter 2 is gonna continue on where surrender left off and explore vegas and pete navigating the changes in their relationship and the consequences of the blowjob and it is about halfway written !

here's a little snippet for u!

He remembers that the sweet kisses and shared breaths filling his lungs with something sweeter than life — relief for an insatiable hunger — are just a façade, a plot to get him to relinquish control, to betray his own loyalties.

And under that warm hand that inflicted pain and pleasure alike onto him, he tenses.

And he waits with bated breath.

He waits for Vegas' next move, for Vegas to tell him he's no longer interesting, no longer useful, that he has served his purpose, that now, he has to die. He waits for a blade at his throat, a gun to his head, a rope around his neck.

But nothing happens.

Vegas just frowns.

"Pete", he calls out again. His voice sounds weird. Devoid of any of the usual sharpness. "Pete, I'm–"

He takes his hand off, almost flinching back a little, looking entirely too clumsy to be the same Vegas who just pried him open with clinical precision. When he places his hand back on Pete's chest, it's without any pressure at all. It's gentle, the way Vegas knows how to be too, but his expression indicates no real danger and his hand lacks purpose, simply lying there, unmoving.

"Pete, I'm not going to hurt you."

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