It was a sunny day in Las Vegas, Nevada. Dean Ambrose was just sitting on his balcony, drinking coffee, when suddenly he heard the doorbell ring. He got up and went to answer the door. When he answered the door, he saw none other than his boyfriend of 5 years, Brock Lesnar. "Brock? What are you doing here?" Dean asked, surprised. Brock was supposed to be out of town for some media stuff with WWE, while it was Dean's day off.

"I decided that I haven't been spending as much time with you lately as I should. So I told them that I would do media day some other day. But for now, it's all about you.." He purred, walking in and kissing Dean roughly.

"Mm...Brock.." Dean moaned as he kissed Brock back just as roughly.

Brock began to remove Dean's clothes as he shut the door. He saw that Dean was already starting to get hard and he chuckled. "Do I turn you on that much?" He asked with a smirk.

"Mmm...yes...fuck..." Dean moaned. He then gasped as he felt Brock's hand on his growing bulge. "B-Brock..." He moaned.

"Yes?"

"Fuck...I need..." Dean panted.

"Need what, babe?" Brock asked with a smirk.

"Need you...need your big fat cock stuffing me full.." Dean moaned. "Please.." He begged.

"Do you now?" Brock smirked, picking Dean up and carrying him to the bedroom. He finished stripping Dean of his clothes and then began to remove his own.

Dean looked at Brock's hardened length, licking his lips.

Brock saw him do that and chuckled. "Do you want to taste me, you dirty slut?" He lightly slapped Dean across the face. "Look at you, your dick twitching as I slap you...you love it when I hurt you, don't you?"

Dean merely nodded, almost drooling at the sight of Brock's leaking cock. He reached his arms out and grabbed onto Brock's dick, stroking it slowly, earning a gasp from the older man. "D-Dean.." He moaned.

Dean looked right into Brock's eyes as he slowly took that thick cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip and over the slit before feeding it into his mouth until his lips hit the base, then he began to bob his head quickly.

"Jesus, Dean.." Brock breathed, his hands running through Dean's golden brown curls.

Dean smirked and bobbed his head even faster, reaching his arms up to massage Brock's balls. "Fuck!" Brock cried out, he was about to cum.

Dean kept up with his motions, smirking when Brock cried out as he began to cum hard down Dean's throat. Dean swallowed all Brock had to give and pulled his mouth off of Brock's cock. He was about to go get something to drink but Brock shoved him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. "We ain't done yet, Baby Boy." He grabbed some lube from the bedside table, stroking his cock back to hardness and lubing it up, pushing into Dean without warning.

Dean gasped loudly as Brock entered him. He grabbed onto his own dick and began to stroke it in time with Brock's thrusts. Brock smirked, and slapped Dean's ass as he fucked it, his sweat dripping onto the younger man. Loud groans from both men filled the room and he grabbed Dean's throat, squeezing it just a little, enough to turn Dean on even more.

After several minutes, Dean could feel himself growing close. "Brock...I'm close..."

"Cum for me...be my fucking cum slut." Brock purred.

Dean couldn't hold back, he screamed Brock's name as he began to cum hard, his cum squirting all over the bedsheets. Brock followed close behind, filling up his lover with his warm seed. Panting, Brock pulled out of Dean and collapsed next to him. "Fuck, I fucking missed that." He admitted. Dean nodded in agreement, yawning. "Aww, did I wear you out, Baby Boy?" He chuckled.

Dean nodded.

"Sleep, baby boy. I'll be here when you wake up."

Dean cuddled up close to Brock, falling asleep quickly, and Brock soon joined Dean in dreamland.