Author's Note: This story is beginning to wind down, but I hope you all are enjoying the ride and will enjoy this chapter! As always, feedback greatly welcomed.
Roman's eyes widen slowly as the words of his patient register. He loves Dean, absolutely is smitten and wants to do anything and everything for him, but...is this right? "Dean, I…oh, babe, I love you, too, but are you sure?" He licks his bottom lip, hands hesitantly ghosting over the outside of Dean's thighs.
"Yeah, real sure. Never met someone like you…never knew someone willing to love me and touch me…" His breath is shaking then, struggling in his restraints for a moment before tilting his head back and kissing against Roman's neck while he leans heavily into him. "…been dreamin' about you touchin' me…taking me…" He breathes out shakily, Roman finding his hands to be running up and down the inside of Dean's thighs.
"You want that? Want me to make you feel good, sweetheart?" He can't believe how breathless he is himself, the desire and love as he's come to know Dean over these several months. This man has quickly become the biggest part of his life and this offer, it's almost too much.
"Yeah…w-wanna fuck." The auburn haired patient just barely whispers, his body trembling before he shifts a little, nuzzling his head into the crook of Roman's throat. "Want you ta fuck me."
"Oh, babe…" Roman coos out, Dean stilling for a moment before the orderly gives him a patient smile, pulling him into a wet, open-mouthed kiss. "…gonna make you feel good, I promise. Love every inch of you I can touch…"
The smaller male's thighs splay open as soon as a large, warm hand brushes against his bulge. He's already breathing so heavy, pale cheeks flushed with color before Roman kisses him again. Impossibly sensitive, Roman can feel is thighs tensing as he ever so gently cups and gropes him, feeling the hard flesh though his scrubs and underwear around the bottom crotch strap of the straitjacket. "P-Please…I, fuck, Roman…want you so badly. Love you so much…l-love how you make me feel…oh God…"
"I'm glad you like this, baby boy…" He kisses against Dean's temple, then, still ever so carefully rubbing at him. It doesn't take long for Dean to basically begin humping Roman's hand, desperately bucking his hips as a litany of curses and praises in equal measure tumble from his kiss-swollen lips.
"More, more, please…I-I need…"
"Wanna be in my mouth, baby?" Roman coos, voice sultry and low as his own arousal builds. How someone could touch this beautiful body, get close to this gorgeous soul, and ever think of defiling it by not giving it pleasure and kindness is beyond him.
Dean stares up at him, those baby blues wide and almost lost in excitement and so impossibly turned on. "P-Puh…please, fuck…but, I…I want…"
"Yeah?" Roman chuckles, deep and low and a little dirty as he teases with the hem of Dean's scrubs. He gives his jaw a soft kiss, feeling the pressure of Dean wriggling against his bonds.
The patient swallows nervously, before whimpering out. "…wanna see all of you, please, I…" Roman gives him a quick, close mouthed kiss on the lips before pulling back.
The orderly undresses slowly, exposing copper brown skin as the gray scrubs are tossed over his head. Dean is propped up against the plush wall, blue of his irises practically swallowed whole by aroused, dark pupils. "You alright, babe?" Roman rasps, that heated gaze causing a tingly sensation to bubble in the pit of his stomach.
"More…can I see more?" Dean whispers, his eyes taking in the full image of the inked flesh, tracing it with his vision as he scrambles upwards.
Roman doesn't bother replying, simply sliding his scrub pants off and revealing his own hardened flesh. Uncut and thick, with a base of dark curls that causes Dean to drool a little. It's the most gorgeous cock he's ever seen and he wants, wants so goddamn badly. "You like what you see, baby?" Roman can't help but smirk a little as his lover, Jesus, Dean's his lover, looks so hungry. Knowing that this sweet, beautiful man who has survived so much torture actually has desire in his eyes. He unties his hair, black locks cascading down and filling the room with a scent of coconut. The Samoan knows how much Dean loves his hair and that's made even more apparent by those wide, loving eyes.
"Y-Yeah, I like it a lot…c-can't wait ta have you inside…mmhmm…" Roman slides down then, beginning to reach for the back of Dean's jacket and the patient stiffens. "…d-don't take it off."
"You sure, love?"
"Yeah, trust you so much…'m not worried…w-wanna give myself all to you. Know you'd never hurt me." His voice is so small, so soft and gentle as his head lulls slightly. "…want you to take me like this."
Having this much control, taking Dean restrained like this…it terrifies Roman to an extent. But those loving blue eyes, full of passion and trust. He remembers what Seth said, how hard it is for Dean to form meaningful relationships or be comfortable with intimacy in any manner. He…shit, Dean deserves this and Roman wants it, so what's the point of denying them both this? Perhaps it makes him immoral, sick, but frankly, Roman doesn't give a fuck. "Alright, baby…"
Dean lets out a soft, pleased sigh at that, wiggling a little in his confines as Roman slips his hands down to unsnap just the bottom strap of the straitjacket, retracting it around from Dean's crotch as he's greeted with the outline of his thick cock through the white scrub pants. "Oh god, fuck…uh…" His breath hastens and Roman quickly kisses the pink curve of his small lips until he's left breathless, practically drooling.
"This okay?" He asks, slipping his fingers under the hem of Dean's pants, waiting for a nod of confirmation before he begins sliding it off in time with his white briefs. "What did you dream about, sweetheart? What did I do to you, hmm? How did I touch you?" Roman's hands are deft but gentle, inching the material down, speaking his words soft and slow, deliberate as Dean nearly trembles.
"'m…oh, y-you…t-touched me between my legs…m-made me feel good…I…" It was so demure, Roman can't help but smile as he kisses Dean's jaw, sliding his pants down the rest of the way.
There are scars, old and sad and so wrong on that pale flesh, but Roman peppers them with kisses, before wrapping a lose fist around the patient's hardening length. "Like this, baby? Did I touch you like this, huh?" Dean nods again, eyes glazed over in some unreadable haze of lust. He's uncut like Roman, which makes it easier for the older male to bring him pleasure, playing with the loose skin on top before hesitating a lick to his cock head.
"Ah!" Dean's hips buck as his head lulls back. "Y-You ne'er…oh god, you never did t-that in 'em…Christ…" Roman simply chuckles, before swallowing him down. His cock is velvety and smooth, as pretty as every other inch of Dean and somewhere, briefly, in the back of Roman's mind he feels a bit of rage at all those that touched this part of him, that were so undeserving.
He brushes it back quickly, pulling off to suck at the top of Dean's cock once more, toying with his foreskin between his teeth just ever so gently to cause those wide, lustful eyes to roll back in his head. "So beautiful, baby, you know that? Fuck, you're so goddamn lovely, sweetheart…gonna come nice for me, aren't you?"
"P-Puh…please…" Dean chokes out the word, Roman staring up hotly at him and grinning for a moment before bopping up and down on his length for a few more times, not even bothering to move his head away when Dean bucks down his throat. He deserves the pleasure and Roman is all too goddamn happy to give it. "R-Ro…I…oh God…"
The orderly pulls back, wiping his slick lips on the back of his hand as he strokes Dean gently, feeling the tensing of his thighs with his free hand. "What do you need? Tell me anything…I'll give it to you, just gotta say the world baby boy?"
He seems to be floundering, eyes darting around and Roman thinks something is wrong, that Dean is regretting this for a moment before the younger male manages to focus, leaning in his restraints to claim Roman's lips in quite possibly the chastest kiss they've shared. "I…I…want you i-in me…please. Please, God…I want you inside of me."
It hits Roman, just how much this means to be. To be in control, to feel pleasure for the sake of yourself and not someone else and the fact this could very well be Dean's first time in feeling so is just so unfair. But there is some hesistance there, maybe, and Roman wants to make sure he's okay. "Are…are you sure, baby? I…we don't have to, I'm fine with making you come another way…"
"Yes, I, fuck, Roman…" He takes in a shaky breath, tears dotting his eyes that a tan hand gently brushes away. "…I stopped believing in God a long fuckin' time ago, y'know? But, shit, man…w-when I look at you, 's like…t-there has to be some type of heaven, right?"
Now it's Roman's turn to tear up a little bit, sobbing out before he pulls Dean close, hugging him through the confines of the jacket and he swears he can feel their hearts beat together through the material. "I love you so much, Dean. I promise to make you feel good, to do good by you."
"You already have." Dean smiles, a genuine and softhearted smile that show those precious dimples so deeply in the dim lighting of this padded room. Their padded room.
Roman eases him down gently, resituating the pillows so Dean is propped up nice and comfortably, before gently parting his thighs. He kisses and tugs at his cock a little bit more to get him interested once again, before sliding down lower and lavishing his balls. A sweet, pink hole with just the gentlest dusting of soft blonde hair surrounding his legs and leading up to his ass. A kiss to a scar here, a caress to an old stitch there, and Dean is a shivering mess once again. He leans in, tongue teasingly glancing against the rim of Dean's ass and the younger male jumps slightly.
"Your tongue there…R-Ro, no, 's dirty…I-I'm…'m dirty…"
Roman squeezes his thighs reassuringly, shaking his head at that. "No, you're not dirty. You're beautiful and precious and deserve love and to feel good during sex, baby. Fuck all of them, all the people that made you feel this way…" Dean tries to look away for a moment, but Roman doesn't stop. "…they're the dirty ones, not you, alright?"
He seems to hesitate, before meeting Roman's gaze again and there's something there, deep in those eyes and in the devious twitch of a grin that slides onto Dean's mouth. "You….you're right…shit, Ro, I can't argue with that…keep eatin' my ass, big man." It's a stark realization, something prideful and hopeful boiling up within the patient.
There's the Dean he loves and he smiles, waggling his eyebrows slightly before inching his way back don and delving in almost the most devilish of ways. He's basically sucking on Dean's rim, using that thick tongue expertly as his mouth caresses the sensitive outside, dipping his tongue in just ever so slightly. It's driving Dean absolutely mad, to the point he's swiveling his hips and crying out to just get a little bit more contact. He can only tease the younger male for so long, though, and pulls back slightly to pet at his hole idly before he nearly mentally slaps himself. No condoms, no lube. Fuck. "Dean, I…shit, I don't have protection…" A lightbulb goes off slightly, though, because he does have the coconut oil, but that would break any condom anyways.
"Dun't care…" He's practically a drooling mess at this point, eyelids droopy and relaxed as he grins down at Roman. "…wan' ya to come inside me, need it so fuckin' bad, please."
Roman kisses him quiet at that, nodding in assent. He's so focusing on Dean and his pleasure, but he would be lying if he said he doesn't want that, too, doesn't want to take him bare and make Dean fucking his. He rummages through his gray scrub pants, using the coconut oil to ease in the slip and slide of one, then two, and finally three fingers. He's rubbing diligently at Dean's prostate, that pale frame practically vibrating as he keens out.
"Feel so good, Ro, suh…so g-good, oh fuck me, puh…ugh…" Roman rubs some of the oil against his cock, the nutty scent filling their bubble and space as it always has, both men revering in it as Dean's cock drips against the material of the straitjacket, Roman rubbing his cockhead against the slickened hole of his lover.
"That's it, baby…" He starts to coo, beginning to slips the head of his cock in, inch by inch until he's fully sheathed and Dean instantly wraps his legs around Roman's hips. "…how do you feel, love?" He brushes back some of the sweaty auburn locks from Dean's head, kissing at his chin, cheeks, and lips reverently.
"Puh…perfect…uhn…" Dean's arms flex for a moment within their binds. Roman expects panic, but instead Dean greets him with a relaxed and pleased expression, as if the restraint is making this that much sweeter, that much more meaningful. Maybe it is. "Move, please…n-need ta feel ya, man, need it…"
He complies, beginning a gentle pace of grinding in and out, using one arm to hold Dean close and another to toy with his cock, and it becomes apparent to him quickly just how goddamn hot this is, how deliciously tight Dean is and how much he gets off at the pleasurable moans and downright sinful spilling of words he's managing to rip from the patient's mouth. "That's it, baby…" He says between sucking marks mindlessly into what little neck Dean has exposed. "…you feel good, love, take what you fuckin' need…"
And he does, grinding back viciously and crying out for more, directing Roman as he thrusts in and out of him and soon it almost reaches a level of violent love making, the wet slap of Roman's cock and balls against Dean's ass and in his sensitive hole is rushed, maybe even clumsy. Evidence of their love is this lovemaking, bodies hot and strained but so lovely, so raw and real. "God, uhn…gimme more, Ro, more, ah!"
It doesn't take long for Dean to come, spilling over that massive and powerful fist, but he doesn't stop his gyrations, eyes lulling and mouth gaping wide as he pleads and screams his arousal and orgasm to the heavens, yelling it out in vain against all the sick fucks that hurt him, that tried to rob him of the joy and ecstasy of making love. Of fucking someone you love.
Roman tips shortly after, a litany of praises assisting Dean's own of curses and it's so goddamn perfect, to feel so full and have evidence of something so good and pure and wanted inside of Dean. He doesn't let Roman pull out, begging for kisses he receives quickly and without protest.
"I love you, God, so much, Dean. What did I ever do to deserve you?"
Now it's Dean's turn to chuckle, gently butting his head against Roman as the older male settles in as a big spoon for him. "'m nothin' special, but…y'know, I love you, too."