The second the engine started Seth found himself being attacked by two sets of lips. Dean seemed to be favouring his neck tonight Seth noted as he started sucking on the same stop he'd been sucking in the helicopter. He was sure Dean was doing his best to leave a mark without biting him. Roman on the other hand had turned Seth's head to the side so he could devour his lips, almost like he was trying to suck Seth in with every breath, swallowing every gasp and moan, greedily taking in Seth's every sound. The felt the other run his tongue across the back of Seth's teeth, inside him mouth, re familiarising himself with the territory. Seth moved his tongue against Romans weakly, knowing it was a battle for dominance he'd never win, but really he knew he'd never try.
Stuck in the middle and unable to do just about anything except moan Seth found his own hands wandering up the thighs of the men either side of him, not stopping till he reached their crotches. He felt himself boldly groping both men, nervous slightly because he hadn't been told to or given permission, but he found himself not caring too much. After all, he did rather enjoy the 'punishments' Roman dished out when Seth did things like this without permission. But instead of getting angry with Seth Roman simply laughed into their kiss, pulling back slightly and stroking his hair, running his tongue over Seth's lips gently. He moved so he could look Seth in the eyes, fingers still tangled in his hair, and he smirked. Damn that smirk killed Seth nearly everytime. He wouldn't dare say it out loud but Roman had a pretty mouth. No, he couldn't say that. Only Seth was supposed to be pretty. They were too manly; they were handsome, and sexy, never pretty. But Seth found himself following the every move of Romans tongue as it ran across his lips, that damn smirk never leaving his face.
"Is that what you want kitty?" He asked, seemingly amused as his eyes drifted down to where Seth's hand remained on his dick, groping him shamelessly. "You want a nice fat cock? Is that it? You haven't had one inside you for what, 6 hours? And you're already desperate for it? You really are a slut aren't you?" Dean! Come here." Practically growling the last three words, Dean didn't hesitate for even a second to follow Romans command, something that made Seth laugh silently. He was such a bitch at times. Mind you, Roman was one of those people who you didn't say no to, no matter who you were.
The limo was big enough for Dean to move around in as long as he ducked to avoid hitting his head. He moved around to where Roman was sat and allowed the bigger man to manhandle him into his lap. Roman gripped each of Dean's knees, hooking them over Romans legs so they were spread. Roman spread his own legs slightly; causing Dean's to open further. He moved his hand around to the front of deans pants, unzipping them and pulling his half hard cock out, stroking it for a moment before stopping all movement and turning to Seth, who watched in fascination as a simple touch from Roman was enough to get Dean completely hard in such a small space of time. Dean was so easy to please.
"We have roughly 8 minutes before we get to the arena. Think your pretty mouth can get him off in 8 minutes?" Roman teased, knowing full well it was hardly a challenge.
"I think so." Seth grinned, moving to kneel in front of Dean, in between his and Romans legs. Damn, why couldn't they always have cars this spacious? There was nothing worse than having to lean over the gear stick when he was trying to suck one of them off in a car. Damn thing hurt. But now, now Seth had room to play.
He ran his hands up Dean's spread thighs, not stopping till they rested on his hips. Using that to steady himself he leaned in, running the tip of his tongue up Dean's cock, circling the head. He pressed his tongue against Dean's slit, running over it again and again, gathering up as much precum as he could. The way he licked at the tip of Dean's cock, or Romans if it was his turn, was part of the reason they called him kitty. That and because he was adorable. It hadn't quite clicked in Seth's mind that it may also have something to do with the kitty ears he wore for the last fancy dress party they went to together. Roman was going to wait for him to figure that out on his own.
Fuck he loved how Dean tasted. Both he and Roman tasted like masculinity, saltiness with a prefect hint of bitter sweetness. Yet they both tasted so different at the same time. It was bliss. He felt Roman's large hand curl in the blond side of his hair, the other moving to stroke his jaw. He was being so tender. It was... odd. But Seth loved it. It was rare Roman was this gentle with him. Not because he didn't love Seth, but because Seth didn't need him to be. He always gave Seth what he needed and most of the time; Seth just needed him to be Roman. To be dominating, strong, protective and fierce. But sometimes, sometimes he just needed to he touched, held, caressed. And it was those nights he always went straight to Roman. Because as much as he loved Dean, he didn't quite know how to handle Seth on those nights. He couldn't do sweet, gentle, loving. He didn't do emotion well. That's why Seth always went to Roman on nights like that. And now, Roman's gentle touch caressing his skin, fingers running idly through his hair, scratching lightly behind his ears. It was bliss. But as much as he was enjoying Romans touch, he had a job to do. And a time limit to do it in.
Deciding not to waste anymore precious time and taking pity on Dean because Seth was pretty sure if he wasn't holding onto Dean's hips he'd be half way down Seth's throat by now, Seth wrapped his lips around the head of Dean's cock, sucking it hard. He slurped around the head for a moment, and then he hollowed his cheeks and plunged down on Dean's cock, lips wrapped around the base as his nose pressed into the neatly trimmed hair just above his dick. He'd done this so many times he didn't even gag; he was a pro at taking cock, and he'd had more than enough praise from both of them for his deep throating. Roman had trained him well. It was hard to imagine that a little over a year ago Seth was a virgin to gay sex. And now? Well, he was the perfect little slut.
He swallowed around Dean's cock, moaning at the sensations of the limo vibrating under him. He wondered if Dean could feel it to. Bobbing his head up and down the length, he scraped his teeth lightly on Dean's skin, his tongue leading the path on the way up. He looked up at Dean through his lashes, lips stretched obscenely around his dick as a thin line of saliva dripped out of his mouth, running down his chin. He could tell Dean was close from the way he was pulling on Romans hair, his other hand curled into a fist as he tried showing restraint. But Seth's mouth was just too good. He let his hands fall away, resting them on Dean's knees instead, giving the other permission.
Dean started thrusting his hips the second Seth's hands moved, fucking that warm cavern he knew so well. He loved having Seth's hot, wet mouth around his dick. It came second only to Seth's ass. He could feel Roman's semi through his pants as he thrusted, ass pressing against it everytime he pulled out of Seth's mouth. Pretty soon the duel sensation was too much and he came in Seth's mouth, hand tightening in Roman's hair as he moaned his lover's name. He watched Seth pull off his dick, momentarily disappointed until Seth kneeled up higher, pressing a kiss to Dean's open mouth. He let Dean run a tongue into his mouth, gathering up as much of his cum as he could. Roman couldn't help the chuckle that escaped as he watched them. They were both sluts, even if one wasn't as willing to admit it.
"As much as I'm enjoying the show boys we have roughly two minutes before we hit the arena." Seth smirked at the knowledge of how long it took him to get Dean off. He felt rather proud of his abilities. Dean moved off Romans lap, tucking himself back in and straightening up. Seth stayed on his knees for the moment, admiring Roman. He was so big and strong, and god he was gorgeous. And he always looked after Seth, protected him, gave him everything he needed. He was perfect.
"It doesn't seem fair you know. Both me and Dean have already cum just on the way to the arena. What about you Rome?" Seth didn't want Roman feeling left out. He knew it sounded stupid but to him it was important. Roman had made sure both his subs had gotten off, but now they had a show to go to and Roman wouldn't be able to get any pleasure until after it finished. That hardly seemed fair in Seth's opinion.
"Come here kitty. Sit on my lap." Seth moved, happily discovering he was just small enough to straddle Romans lap without hit head hitting the roof of the car. He felt his master run a hand through his messy locks once more, pulling his head forward so he could plant a gentle but lingering kiss on Seth's lips. The two toned man couldn't help but let his eyes fall closed, sighing as soft lips pressed against his. He whimpered when Roman pulled away, wishing he could kiss him forever.
"Don't worry kitty. I'll get mine. I always do. Now come on, we have a show to do." he reassured Seth, winking at the younger man. No sooner had he said that the car stopped. How did Roman do that? He had the world's best timing. Puckering his lips Seth stole a quick kiss from Roman, crawling along the seat until he reached the end of the car and climbed out after Dean, oblivious to Roman enjoying the view in front, silently plotting his next 'attack'.
'Don't worry kitty. I'll get mine. Now that, you can believe.'
A/N – Next chapter – The Locker room.
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