Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 4

     Punk lay there underneath Seth for a moment as he quickly worked those tight-as-fuck pants down past his knees and then, showing off, he jumped up and kicked out of them, landing in the same spot again quietly. He grinned again at Punk, this time a little more blatantly full of himself, running his hand down to his crotch and cupping it, thrusting his hips forward, licking his lips. 

     Punk sat up, drawn to it like a beacon. His head came up perfectly in line with Seth's crotch, and he reached both arms through his thighs, his hands coming around and cupping him from the back side, his nails digging into those supple cheeks, making Seth squeal a little bit before moaning loudly.

     He grabbed Punk's head and pulled it to him tightly, shivering as his hot mouth kissed and gently gnawed on Seth's tingling cock, the cute, excited squeals coming back when Punk's mouth found the head of his pulsing dick through the shiny, tight nylon. The fabric did nothing to obscure his form in the deliciously lewd garment, and when he finally grabbed Punk's head, ripping it away from his hard package, he pushed him back down roughly and grinned as he stood over him. He slowly hooked his thumbs through the sides of the tiny briefs and teased Punk, pulling one side down and then the other, but then pulling them back up tightly around his crotch, giving him a very detailed view of his bulge through the black wet-look fabric.

     His unexpected aggression surprised and excited Punk, and he reached down, unzipping his jeans, devouring Seth with his eyes the entire time. He flipped them open, exposing his lower stomach, down to where he still had just the tiniest bit of hair, everything else manicured nicely around it. 

     He reached down and pulled out his impatient cock, stroking lightly as he looked up. "Come down here and get this," Punk said, holding his stiff length up to show how much it needed attention.

     "Uh-uh, not yet," Seth replied, wagging a finger at him cheekily, smirking. "Take that shirt off first. I wanna look at you."

     Punk sat back up and pulled off his t-shirt, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Now that he knew exactly where things stood between the two of them, his inner slut was rapidly surfacing. He lay back slowly, linking his hands behind his head and relaxing into the pillows. "See anything you like?" he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. 

     "Oh yeah," Seth replied, "all of it." He stepped between Punk's legs, kicking them apart, and suddenly dropped to his knees, grinning like a kid in a candy store. He bent over and pressed his mouth to Punk's stomach, dragging his warm, wet tongue over the "straight edge" tattoo that was inked there, tickling him until he couldn't do anything but squirm and moan breathily under his touch.

     Punk's hands came up on either side of Seth's head, trying to subtly direct him downward towards his dick, but Seth caught him by the wrists and quickly pinned him back against the pillows. 

"NO," said Seth, giving him a stern look. "I have certain things I want to do to you before I let you touch me." He moved up toward Punk's face, stopping to kiss him slowly and passionately before moving on to licking and kissing Punk's tattooed arms. 

      "Fuck, you're sexy," Punk groaned as he gave in, his upper body relaxing but his lower body continuing to try to grind against any friction it could get as he watched Seth's nimble mouth travel up one arm and down the other, licking and kissing and biting as it moved along. He took his time, admiring each bit of tattooed skin before kissing it. By the time he finished and came back face to face with Punk, they both looked at each other knowingly and lustfully. Punk lunged at him with his head and buried his face into Seth's neck, biting down hard on the tender flesh, drawing a growl from Seth's throat. 

     "WHAT did I just say?!" He snarled, surprising Punk yet again, his dick throbbing even harder because of it. Seth immediately grabbed Punk's wrists again, this time pinning his arms out straight across the bed, crumpling several comic books in the process. He looked at Punk with his mouth open, eyes wide, not sure if he was in trouble or not. Punk found that to be hilariously cute and laughed loudly, earning him a slap from Seth, which just made him laugh harder. 

     "I'm sorry, it was just...your face...like you thought I would be mad or something." Punk said, still laughing. 

     "So, what, you're not?" Seth asked incredulously.

     Punk laughed, smiled and looked at him admiringly. "Those can be replaced. Moments like this can't." He lay back again, adding, "Go ahead. Do me...tough guy," smirking. "I'll buy more comics."

Seth smirked as well, shaking his head. "Okay then. You asked for it."

     Dropping his head back down and flipping his hair to one side, Seth began to lick and nip at Punk's chest, making little soft growling noises. He reached down and groped at himself, squeezing his dick through the briefs. Punk saw it and asked, "So, you like tattoos, I take it?"

     "Oh God yes,"gushed Seth, looking up, his eyes smoldering. He gripped his dick harder, moaning. "Well, in that case, you don't want to forget these," Punk shot back, sticking two tattooed fingers in his mouth and grabbing him by the ass, pulling his hips down and rubbing their hard cocks together. He removed his fingers and slapped Seth's other ass cheek, kneading the rounded globes as they both ground heatedly against one another, mouths locked in a dizzying kiss. 

     When they finally broke apart, Punk asked, "So, can I touch you now? Are you all done with whatever it was you wanted to do to me?" 

     "Ha....not even close. But I'll manage. I suppose you can touch now," Seth replied with a grin.

     Before Seth could react, Punk had already grabbed hold of him and flipped him over onto his back, crushing some more of the comic books beneath Seth's writhing body. The sound of pages ripping caused another flash of guilt to cross Seth's face, but Punk caught him before he could vocalize it. "Seth. Don't worry. Seriously. This is MUCH more entertaining than even the best comic book I own. Just have fun, and whatever happens, happens." 

     "I knew there was a reason I liked you," Seth said, smiling sweetly.

     "Besides thinking I'm sexy and wanting to fuck me, you mean?" Punk cracked, smirking again.

     "Well yeah, of course, but also because you seemed fun......and you are fun."

     "Oh yeah?" Punk questioned, "You wanna have some real fun?"

     Punk sat up and was abruptly caught by Seth's hands, turning him around and pushing him down on all fours. "Yes...yes I do," Seth said with an evil little glint in his eye, peeling down Punk' jeans, exposing his pert little ass in front of him. He licked his lips as Punk looked back at him, surprised once again. "Man, I had no idea you had this side to you. I gotta be honest, I kinda like it."

     "Good," replied Seth, "Because there are still a few more things I'd like to do to you first, if you don't mind," he said, staring at the beautiful ass in front of him, licking his lips. "Oh, like I'm gonna tell you to stop...please..." Punk answered, arching his back.

     

     

      

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 3

     By the time the door had fully closed, Seth was already almost in the back bedroom. Punk gamely followed along behind him, unable to stop his brain from noting very specifically just how defined and squeezable Seth's ass and thighs looked in those insanely tight hipster jeans. Punk forced himself to look elsewhere, however, not wanting to get ahead of himself. He couldn't tell if the vibes he was getting from Seth were simply childish excitement over a shared obsession, or childish excitement over a different kind of obsession. 

     As soon as Punk saw the comics splayed out across the bed, open to every lascivious T&A shot of Jean Grey/Phoenix he could find, he instantly regretted his decision to not stash them away when he had the chance. When he came up behind Seth in the doorway, he was standing there staring down at the bed. His mouth was open, and then it turned into an evil little grin as he looked back toward Punk. 

     "Uhhhhhh....yeah, sorry, I'm messy," Punk replied a little too quickly as he tried to push past him in the doorway to get to them. Seth held an arm out, blocking him. "Wait a second here..." He said, looking suspicious. Punk thought he was busted for sure, and he cringed waiting for the inevitable awkwardness that was sure to follow. 

     Seth turned toward him, reaching out and putting the tips of his fingers on both hands against Punk's midsection, and asking incredulously, "Did you do this for ME?? Awww, man! Come here- thank you thank you thank you" as he practically threw himself into Punk's arms to hug him. 

   As Seth bounced up and down excitedly, still latched onto Punk, his crotch pressed against Punk's already-provoked cock. It throbbed and Punk swallowed hard. "Uhh, sure. I-I mean, yeah, of course," he stuttered, the feeling of Seth's muscular body against him already turning him on immensely. "How could I forget about your Jean Grey fetish? You certainly made sure to drill that point home the last time I saw you." 

     Seth laughed, still clinging to Punk's frame, and Punk swore he felt Seth's cock twitch as he squeezed him tighter and for much longer than would have been acceptable under normal circumstances. When he finally eased up, he drew his hand across the back of Punk's neck as he let go, giving him a look that perplexed and excited him at the same time. "Look, I just wanted to say thank you for letting me come over. I know I come on kind of strong sometimes, and if I freaked you out by it, I'm sorry. I just....really like comics....a LOT. And when I found out you did too, I just knew we'd get along perfectly," Seth confided, his eyes darting almost imperceptibly back and forth between Punk's eyes and his mouth as he spoke. 

     Punk tried to shake off the shiver that rushed through him as Seth's hand grazed his sensitive neck.  He managed to pull it together enough to disengage from the hug, and as soon as he did, Seth grinned and dove onto the bed, nimbly avoiding all of the comic books so the pages wouldn't get wrinkled. He turned around so that his head was toward the foot of the bed and rolled over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows as he stared at the images all around him. 

     "Wow, you sure do know what I like," said Seth, looking around, wide-eyed. He licked his lips as he spotted the same picture of Jean that Punk had been using as inspiration for his impromptu jerkoff session before he showed up. "Dayumm- now THAT is a fine ass," he observed, still smiling with a hint of mischief behind those dark eyes of his. 

     Dumbstruck, Punk stood there in the doorway, not at all sure about what just happened. All he knew was that he had just let Seth in mere seconds ago, and here he was, already ass-up on his bed. He wondered if he was making something out of their interactions that wasn't really there, or if the heat that was causing his own dick to stage a revolution in his pants was having the same effect on Seth. He felt the devilish side of himself struggling to come to the surface, but he was determined to deny it, at least for the time being. He really wanted first to see if he could provoke Seth into at least reacting to something he did in a way that would more clearly indicate his true intentions. 

     Fuck it, Punk thought, only one way to find out...

     "Well, uh, make yourself at home, I guess," Punk replied, shifting books around as he climbed onto the bed, staying a respectable distance away. He resumed laying in what was essentially the same position he had been in before Seth had arrived, this time instead of looking down at Jean Grey's voluptuous ass and thinking about cumming hard inside of it, he was looking down at something infinitely more exciting. An evil smirk took over Punk's face as he looked at the flashy, custom high-tops Seth had on his feet, which were resting on the pillows near his head. 

     "Hey," Punk said, slightly annoyed, "when I said make yourself at home, that kind of implies you're going to remove a certain article of clothing, especially if you're going to throw yourself on my bed." Seth looked back, somewhat surprised, but then grinned slyly and sat up on his knees, whipping off his t-shirt. "I- I'm sorry. I know, you probably don't want me trying to copy you. I swear, I didn't know you were gonna be wearing it too." He looked shyly at Punk, clearly ashamed, putting his hat awkwardly back on his head. 

     Punk's mouth dropped open for a moment as he stared, transfixed, at Seth's amazing body. He shook himself out of it and said, "No, I meant your SHOES, for fuck's sake." He laughed, trying to cover for the fact that he had essentially just eye-fucked this kid, and had thought of even worse things in the deeper recesses of his mind. 

     It worked. Seth quickly slipped both shoes off onto the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed with his hands. He looked up at Punk, making no move to retrieve his shirt. Intrigued, Punk asked, "aren't you forgetting something?" Seth gasped in surprise, then broke into a slightly embarrassed grin as he began to unbutton his jeans. "Wow, you don't fuck around," he said, hands at his waist, smiling.

     "NO! I mean...noooo, no. NO- the shirt, for chrissakes, the SHIRT. You don't need to strip down, I just wanted you to NOT rub your shoes all over my pillows, for fuck's sake."

     "Oohhhhhhhh.......I...I didn't realize you didn't..." replied Seth, fumbling for the right words. He started looking around for his shirt awkwardly. "Nevermind, sorry....sorry."

     "Wait, hold up just a second," Punk shot back, holding his hand up. "You didn't realize I didn't what?"

     Seth looked back at him blankly for a moment, blushing, and said, "Look, I'm reeeeally bad at hiding this kind of thing, and this is killing me so I just have to come out and say it." He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "I reeeeeally like you. Like, a LOT. And not just in a crazy fanboy kind of way either. I mean yeah, I've always kind of idolized you, so having a chance to hang out with you like this is just like....too much, you know?" He gushed, beaming with excitement. "But I'm trying to behave myself, and I'm apparently doing a really bad job. I'm sorry, I should probably just go-"

     Before he could finish the sentence, his hands were pulled out from underneath him. He came down on top of Punk, whose legs were splayed open beneath his him. "Shut up and do it then," growled Punk, running his hands down Seth' bare back, stopping when they reached his plump ass. He squeezed it hard, grinding his hips up into him, drawing a whine out of Seth's throat. Seth dove in and met his mouth, slipping his tongue inside, and to his continued surprise Punk kissed back hungrily,  groaning into his mouth. 

     Panting, Punk broke away and said, "I should be the one apologizing to you. I had no idea this is what you wanted from me. Shit, if I had known you were down for it, I would have done this a lot sooner." He smiled, looking up at Seth. "Well....so you mean, that during that whole big conversation we had about how much I wanted to come over and 'check out your comic book collection', you thought I really wanted to....oh my God...." Seth giggled. "I'm sorry. I'm not making fun. I just...nobody who knows me really well thinks I'm innocent, so I forget sometimes that I can kinda come off that way," he smiled and batted his long eyelashes. 

     "Well, now that we cleared THAT up," Seth said, sitting up, straddling Punk, then standing up on the bed. He unzipped his pants, looking down at Punk with a nasty little smile, and slowly, tantalizingly pushed them down over his hips, exposing a tiny black pair of Batman underwear, the yellow logo prominently featured on the front, right over the large bulge being made by his hard cock. "Oh look, it's the bat signal," he said coyly, looking at Punk expectantly.

 

Teamwork: Chapter 13

     Roman removed his knee from the edge of the bed, grabbing Dean by the hips and sliding him in to fill his position. Dean reached down and cupped Seth's chin in his hand, lifting it up so that his mouth was right in front of his dripping cock. Seth could feel that Dean was trembling now too. He nuzzled his face into Dean's palm and licked at his fingers, desperate for his attention. Within seconds he had nudged two of Dean's fingers into his mouth and was sucking them with every fiber of his being. Dean's body tensed up as he tried to resist the overwhelming urge to remove his fingers from that mouth and replace them with his dick. Dean suddenly realized that this was going to be punishment not just for Seth, but for him too. He had a feeling it was going to be a lot harder to keep Seth's wanton mouth off of his cock than it might seem.

     "Stop it, you're not helping anything," Dean pleaded with Seth. "This will be easier if you just at least try to behave, ok?" he said, half-whispering.

     Seth moaned around his fingers as he withdrew them, only letting go when he absolutely couldn't hold on anymore. He licked his lips and looked up at Dean, saying, "I'm sorry, I-"

     "Sorry WHAT?!" snapped Roman, who was taking his position behind Seth, wrapping the buckle end of the belt around his fist, the long tail end hanging down ominously. 

     "I'm sorry.....Mr....Ambrose. I'm sorry Mr. Ambrose, please forgive me. I'll be so good for you, I swear I will," Seth begged, kissing the inside of his palm. Dean let out a slow exhalation of breath that indicated he was exercising a great deal of self-control as he looked up and met eyes with Roman again. They exchanged glares for a few tension-filled moments, and then Roman blew a kiss to Dean, winking devilishly and licking his lips. Dean smiled, shaking his head and looking away. Evil gorgeous bastard, he thought to himself.

     Before making any move to strike him, Roman stepped up behind Seth and pressed his crotch up against his naked ass, pulling back on his hips, making sure he felt his thickness pulsating against him. Seth let out a moaning laugh, surprised at just how evil Roman was being. He didn't mind it one bit, except for the fact that Ro's cock wasn't actually in his ass at that moment, and he really wished it was. Roman stepped back and brought his free hand down on Seth's ass cheek, the slap echoing through the room. Seth yelped, then emitted a whine that he hoped would signal his readiness as he swiveled his hips, making his ass bounce slightly.
     "Just as I thought, he's fucking begging for it already. Can you believe that?" Ro said, speaking to Dean over Seth's back.
     Dean laughed, somewhat relieved to be in a more dominant position once again. "What a fucking whore. I bet you anything he's gonna be trying to suck my dick the second you hit him with that belt," he chimed in, running both hands through Seth's hair and holding him tightly by the back of the head, that mouth still perilously close to the head of his cock.
     "Yeah, well, we'll see about that." Ro replied, drawing his arm back, the leather tail trailing behind him. "He might be crying like a bitch too much to suck anything."
     

     "You ready, bitch?" Roman asked.

     "YES, Mr. Reigns," Seth answered enthusiastically. He didn't give a fuck about anything else at that point. He just wanted to feel something...anything...

     Ro took a step back and wound up, bringing the strap down hard across Seth's waiting haunches, the sharp cracking sound bouncing off the walls of the room, causing all three of their hearts to skip a beat. The stinging heat from the lash didn't hit Seth instantly; a few seconds went by before his body arched up like a cat, his breath hissing out of him like he was being deflated. 

     "Ooh...what do you think? Was that a good one, kitten?" Roman inquired.

     "Yy...yyess......Mr........Reigns," was Seth's reply, his teeth gritted as he tried to control himself. "That's one."

     

     

     

     

     

     

    

     

Teamwork: Chapter 12

     Seth did as Roman ordered, jumping up and landing on all fours on the edge of the bed, his lithe frame barely causing it to bounce. He flipped his head back, his hair whipping behind him, and looked back at his two playmates with a seductive smile. While he and Dean were both eager, unlike Dean, Seth had no fear of being used whatsoever. At that point he knew there wasn't anything either of them could dish out that he couldn't take. He knew it would probably hurt, but that was by no means a deal breaker as far as he was concerned. Pain was something he understood, sometimes better than anything else in life. Pain just means you're alive. It can keep you in the moment or take you out of your body completely. It can humble and electrify at the same time. That was the thought he tried to keep in his head as he sat there, waiting to see what would happen next, his entire body a crackling ball of sexual tension.
     "Look at that, the slut wants it...go figure," Roman said, looking down at Dean. Dean glanced up at Seth for just a split second, but it was long enough for them to catch each others' eyes and exchange a look that spoke volumes. Dean was slightly jealous of Seth's total abandon, but also admiring of his effort to take him along for the ride. His heart fluttered a bit more every time he looked at the two-toned boy before him. He knew he was a goner for that sexy little fucker, and his dick nodded in agreement.
     "Oh, right, look who I'm talking to, another slut. Of course you understand what that's like, right cupcake?" Ro continued, holding out a palm to Dean, beckoning him to come closer. "Over here. By me. And by God, you better stay on those knees."
     Dean crawled over to Roman and came up beside him, heeling obediently. "That's a good little pup," he said, ruffling Dean's hair, his hand settling on the back of his neck. Dean shivered in anticipation, his tongue extending out of his mouth and back in momentarily. "Oh, is the little pup hungry?" Ro asked, his mouth half-smiling. "Well then, I think I know what you can eat," he said, pulling Dean forward as he took a step toward the bed, still holding Seth's leash in his other hand. Positioning Dean kneeling on the floor directly behind Seth, Roman pushed down on Seth's lower back, making it arch and lower simultaneously. Dean looked up to see that perfect ass inches from his face, so close that he could see the muscles in Seth's beautiful thighs flexing.
     "Why don't you put that happy little tongue of yours to work while I take care of some business first, hmm? I sure would appreciate it," he said, giving him his best angelic smile as he pushed Dean's face into that muscular valley. Dean let it happen, diving into it with gusto. Seth let out a surprised gasp that trailed off into a slutty chuckle. He wasn't expecting to get that from Dean again, much less at Roman's request. His surprise quickly turned to lusty moans of pleasure as Dean's mouth and tongue worked on his hindquarters. Dean moaned against Seth's asshole, making it twitch, and Seth let out an "ohh Goddd" as he did so. 

     As Dean covered Seth's ass in his saliva, Roman came up and put one knee on the bed so that his crotch was in front of Seth's face. He was still sporting that gigantic hard-on, and Seth thought better of himself before automatically staring at it. He knew there was going to be punishment, and he didn't want to make it worse by acting out again. He also didn't want to have any privileges taken away and considering what Dean was being made to do to his asshole, he wasn't willing to risk it. 

     "Aww, what's the matter, kitten? You don't want to look at my cock? I find that very hard to believe." Seth continued looking down, careful not to make eye contact. Ro twisted the strap around his wrist and yanked Seth in towards him. "Go ahead. Look. I want you to remember what you're doing this for."

     Seth shyly looked up at Roman's zipper, the fabric tented by his massive erection. He whimpered quietly, wishing he didn't have to look at that sight and act like he didn't want to just rip those pants off with his teeth. What Roman was doing was worse than any physical pain he could cause him. Ro laughed derisively, obviously enjoying the discomfort he was causing his plaything. He ran his fingers up over his bulge, tracing the outline of it in front of Seth's face. "Don't think this isn't going back into you again, my little cock slut. When I said I was going to wreck that beautiful ass, I meant that shit." Seth looked straight ahead at the cock in front of him, wishing they could skip right to the fucking part, but knowing that it wasn't really his place to say so. 

     "Ok, so I'm gonna give you some instructions, and you'd better listen good the first time, because there won't be a second time. You got me?" He said, jerking the lead once again, the leather belt biting into Seth's neck. "Answer me, you fucking cunt. You GOT THAT?" 

     "Yes," Seth replied, flinching.

     Roman smacked him across the mouth with an open palm, spitting "Yes WHAT??" at him. "Yes...sir?" Seth replied, unsure of what Ro was looking for. For that, he got another smack, this time with the back of Ro's hand on his other cheek. "That's Mr. Reigns to you, slut. Say it right before I lose my patience and decide to just rail you until I fill that ass with my fucking load."

     "Yes, Mr. Reigns," Seth answered, trying to keep his tone of voice under control. He was rapidly heading into subspace again, Ro's words lulling him into a trance. His heart was pounding, but he was trying hard to keep his composure. That would prove to be harder than he thought, considering what Dean's tongue was doing to his clutching asshole at that particular moment. Seth could hear and feel Dean's breathy moans against his backside, and his wet mouth writhing all over it. He shivered uncontrollably and let out a small moan as he tried to shake off his rapidly increasing arousal.

     "Good boy," replied Roman. "Now, since you obviously have some problems with listening, AND you're obviously such a whore for cock, we're gonna play a game that will hopefully teach you some control in both of those areas." Leaning over Seth's quivering body, he reached out and yanked Dean's head up, his tongue still out, mid-lick. 

     "Get up here," he said, sticking two fingers in Dean's mouth and pulling him out and around Seth, up to where he was. "Such a good little helper," he said, bringing Dean's face right up to his own as Dean greedily sucked on them. Ro removed his fingers, a glistening strand of saliva still connecting them to that hot mouth for a brief moment. "Mmhmmm....that mouth makes my dick soooo fucking hard..." he growled, his guard coming down for a second as he found himself briefly overwhelmed by his own arousal. 

     Dean couldn't help but grin slyly as he looked back at Roman. He felt a little better knowing that Ro was just as turned in as he was, even though he was the one standing naked next to him with a raging hard-on, his dick throbbing so hard he could barely stand it. Before he even had a chance to finish with that thought, Roman ran his hand down Dean's chest, all the way to his cock, and gripped it at the base. Squeezing hard, he said, "Don't get any ideas, smartass, you're still the bitch here. Got that?"

     "Yes, Mr. Reigns," Dean responded sarcastically, still grinning. "You're the boss."

     "You're damn right I am," Ro replied, "and don't you forget it." He began to slowly stroke Dean back and forth, staring him down intensely. Dean's grin quickly disappeared when the sensation of the hot hand on his cock overtook him. He realized then that his dick hadn't been touched for quite a while, even though it had been rock-hard the entire time. He shuddered and his head fell back as he gasped and his pulse escalated. 

     Looking down at Seth, Roman pulled Dean by the cock up closer to his face so that they were both  directly in front of him. He continued stroking Dean as he addressed Seth. "Listen up, bitch. You're gonna get ten lashes with the belt, and you're gonna count them out loud. But you're only to count the good ones. If I hit you and it's not hard enough, you don't count it. Understand?"

     "Yes, Mr. Reigns," Seth responded, his voice shaky now, the anticipation killing him. His head hung down, hair obscuring his eyes so he wouldn't have to see what was going on in front of him. Roman caught it immediately and yanked hard on the belt. "Did I tell you to stop looking? Huh? DID I?!"

     "No, Mr.Reigns," he said nervously, but continued looking downward. Ro backed up on the bed and leaned forward, down to the same level as Seth. "LOOK at me," he ordered. Seth did as he asked,  looking up to see Ro with Dean's cock in front of his face. "Your boy is gonna help out up here and make sure you behave. Under no circumstances are you to put this dick in your mouth. I don't care if he rubs it all over your face, if he tries to fuck your ear, but I do NOT want to catch you with it in that little whore mouth of yours. Understand?"

     "Yes, Mr. Reigns," Seth answered breathlessly, his body vibrating with bottled-up energy. He saw Roman looking at the cock in his hand with a look of lust on his face. Ro returned his gaze and said, "I mean it. I don't want to catch you doing this," as he brought his full lips up to the tip of Dean's thick pole and ran his tongue in a big, wet circle around the head. Seth heard Dean's gasping moan as he watched Ro expertly slide his mouth all the way down until he had the length of that formidable cock down his throat. 

     Seth's mouth dropped open as he sat there watching Ro putting his cock sucking skills to shame. He wanted so badly to meet Roman's mouth at the end of Dean's cock and take turns sucking it and kissing those perfect lips until they could both share mouthfuls of his hot cum. His dick was throbbing so hard he could feel it in his temples. 

     Roman pulled back, his mouth slowly coming off of Dean's dick. Seth was so close he could see the head of that cock sliding past Ro's cheek on the inside as he kept up the suction on it until he reached the very tip and let go. Seth's tongue began to dart out of his mouth, but he caught himself in time and resisted the urge. Instead, he whimpered quietly. He was ready to get on with it, whatever "it" might be. The waiting was absolutely murdering him.

     Roman sat back up, still holding Dean's cock, now dripping with his spit. He came up to within a couple inches of Dean's face, looking him in the eye. "Did you like that, my little helper?" He inquired. Dean could only nod in agreement, the ability to talk having escaped him for the moment. "Yeah? Then why don't you show some appreciation then, you fucking ungrateful slut. Kiss me, and show me how much you liked it," he ordered gruffly. Dean moved up to meet his lips, but stopped just before touching them. "Will you teach me how to do that?" He said with a smirk, referring to Ro's exemplary oral skills. "That's first on the list," he smirked back as their mouths met, both pairs of lips parting to accept each others' tongues. 

     As Dean kissed Roman, he felt a rush of desire for him that made him feel like he was melting. He realized he didn't just want to have this man, he wanted to be taken by him. He reached up and cradled Ro's face in his hands as their tongues danced languidly around one another. This time it was Roman who let out a soft moan as his dick lurched in his pants. His zipper was pressing tightly against his swollen cock, and it was quickly becoming uncomfortable. He broke away from Dean's kiss, breathing heavily. "That sweet little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble, you know," he said, giving Dean's cock a few fast, hard strokes before abruptly letting go. Dean's hips pitched forward as he whined in frustraion, trying to maintain contact, but Ro had already turned his attention back to Seth.

     Roman quickly gathered Seth's hair up and slid the belt off of his neck. Seth couldn't help but moan emphatically when he felt his hair being pulled on. He pushed his head up into Roman's hand, arching his back and sticking his ass out, purring. "Oh, you're ready for it now, aren't you, kitten? Ok, I guess you've waited long enough..."