Seth sat across from Dean. They were alone in their personal locker room while Roman fought by himself. Dean eventually got bored and pulled Seth into his lap, facing him. Seth was breathless looking into his eyes with so much lust. Dean pressed their lips together and Seth eventually relaxed into it, arms going around Dean's neck and he let Dean slip his tongue inside his mouth. He wasn't as unstable as he always was, he seemed controlled and gentle. Seth ran his tongue against Dean's and tasted Dean. He tasted bitter, but he was so addictive. He needed more. Meanwhile, Dean was hooked on a drug and the drug was Seth. He tasted sweet, but he was so much like morphine and he didn't want to stop being addicted to him. Dean pulled off his shirt and Seth mimicked with taking off his own and Dean moved to Seth's jaw then neck as he attempted to find Seth's jugular sweet spot. Once he found it, he had Seth begging with whines to be filled and taken. He undid Seth's jeans and pushed them off of him and then he pushed his own down just enough to expose his cock and upper thighs. Dean pulled him back into a kiss and finally was back on his addictive little Seth as he stretched him out with spit-slicked fingers, Seth didn't seem to really mind though. He kept whining for more, harder, and faster. Once Seth was opened with three fingers, Dean spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, holding Seth's hips up as he pushed in with the head.
"Gimme a lap dance, Baby." Dean said, letting go of Seth's hips and Seth sink down all the way immediately, drawing a gasp from him as his fingers dug into Dean's shoulders. Seth slowly worked up Dean's thick length and he started rolling his hips, giving moans and started fucking himself harder and harder every time he went down of the long cock Dean had. Dean moved them so he had Seth on his back and fused their lips for an intoxicating kiss and Dean thrusted fast and hard in and out of Seth. Seth arched and scratched at Dean's back, head falling back as Dean intoxicated himself on Seth's flesh. Dean sucked hickeys into Seth's neck and Seth gave a muffled cry into Dean's shoulder as he came between them and clenched onto Dean. Dean kept thrusting, driving Seth into over-stimulation and Seth gave a tired groan as Dean's cum flooded inside him. Dean pressed a kiss to Seth's sweaty forehead and Seth gave a tired smile.
"Have fun while I was gone, guys?" Roman asked rhetorically from the doorway. He was leaning against it watching their display. Seth went red in embarrassment and Dean held him as he pulled out and pulled his pants up as he got up and closed the door and locked Roman out. Dean helped Seth get dressed and put his hand to Seth's face.
"Dean, do you really love me?" Seth asked.
"Baby, why wouldn't I? You're a drug, Seth. I'm addicted to you." Dean said, leaning in and kissing him. Seth nodded off to sleep with a smile, holding Dean's hand.