Requested by: thecharmedone927

'Tonight, you will do everything I tell you.. understand?'

'Yes.'

'Yes, what?'

'Y.. yes, sir.'

Dean panted, Roman's hand in his hair a full-on fist as Roman stood dominate over him. Every few months, Roman would go on this aggressive side come out and Dean played the ultimate submissive. The last time this happened, he was lucky to limp the next day as getting out of bed proved to be much harder than usual.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed in the hotel room they shared. Stripped down to nothing but skin-tight black briefs, Roman had made him put on a show.. made him do a strip tease until he was told to stop. Once he had been done, Roman made Dean strip him down, leaving the man he's been fucking since NXT days, purely nude. Sometimes, Dean forgot how big Roman was when they slept together but right now.. it was hard to ignore.

He bit his bottom lip as the limp, flaccid Samoan member hung right in his face, backed up with the firmest set of balls Dean has every seen on a man. They're the type of balls that you just KNOW offered more than one person could handle at any given time. The thick pubic bush was a thing of pride for Roman, it made him feel like a warrior.. every time Dean went down on him, he had to work around the hair.

'Touch me.'

Dean nodded, his hand snaking up, taking the shaft in hand. Running his thumb under the head, his palm stroking the base as Roman grew hard under his touch. A sigh of relief escaped Roman, relaxing to the feel of a handjob. Dean knew how to work the shaft in his hand, pumping slowly. His hand could barely wrap around the girth, the tips of his fingers not quite reaching the palm. As one hand worked the base, a second hand worked the top part, a two hand job for sure.

He knew the rules - there was only two. The first, do what Roman says until he says otherwise and the second? Don't make him cum until he says too. This was all foreplay.

'Mm.. I forget how good you are with those hands. Wrap those pretty lips around the tip.'

Obeying, Dean licked his lips before accepting the head of Roman into his mouth. Swallowing around it, his tongue massaging the tender flesh as his hand remained wrapped around the base, twisting and pumping slow. Dean's eyes flickered shut as he focused on the pure worship of Roman, groaning which could only mean the job was being done right.

'Play with yourself, touch yourself while you suck my dick.'

Roman growled and Dean briefly hesitated, his free hand drifting down as fingers ran through hair. Dean hung flaccid and his fingers began to tease the soft flesh, bringing it to life. Seconds it took for him to stand tall and proud, his hand wrapping around his own shaft as he continued to work over Roman's girth holding dick.

The pace was perfect - slow enough to keep either of them from cumming but fast enough to give both men pleasure at a consistent pace. Lust filled Roman's eyes, watching Dean work that mouth while jerking himself off. To have such control over someone.. it was a turn on. Under Dean's tongue, his shaft twitched and he withdrew himself from the mouth that gave him comfort.

Dean knew that while he no longer needed to orally pleasure Roman, there was manually stimulation required as his hands worked both dicks and Dean released a moan, his both relished under being touched by anyone even if just himself. Pulling away, Roman backed up until he reached the chair positioned corner of the room, his hard erection perking straight up, quite hard to miss. Without a word, he lifted his hand and beckoned Dean forward.. Dean knew what the gesture meant.

Standing up from the bed, he blushed - he stood naked and turned on for Roman's eyes to eat him up as he made his way towards the chair, his body slipping on top of the other man's. When Roman made Dean come to him - it meant he wanted to be ridden and Dean knew not to keep him waiting.

Two fingers penetrated his mouth and Dean obediently lathered them up real nice only to be yanked out when Roman deemed them good enough.. the fingers breaching the tight ass of Dean, stretching him. Precum dripped and Dean pushed his hips downward to help fingers explore him deep, moaning as he rode the digits like he'd ride Roman once primed and readied.

'You're always so tight.. feels like a virgin every damn time.'

Fingers removed, Dean straddled Roman's lap and parted his cheeks as he began to slip into sitting position. Roman's mushroom head entered him and he found the firm hands on his hips slamming him straight down on the remaining 6 inches. Dean cried out in pain, he felt ripped but Roman grunted in pleasure and really? That's all that mattered.

Being slapped on the ass, Dean knew that was his signal to move and he did. Lifting up on his knees, he groaned as Roman was removed from him, only to fall back onto the dick that slid perfectly into him. The pace was slow to begin with, but Dean knew how to ride dick like no other.

'Mm.. come on babe, ride me like you mean it.'

Up and down, up and down. As Roman's hands fondled Dean's cheeks, he rode the man under him for all he could.. gripping the broad shoulders for leverage as Roman's eyes flittered half shut. Dean attacked Roman's neck with his lips, he always took the submissive route and played the route of an alpha male's bitch.

Dean's hips rocked as his body worked the routine of riding Roman, that cluster of nerves deep inside of him rubbed against the mushroom tip of the shaft inside him. Each time, his body arched and he knew that it wouldn't be much longer before he reached orgasm but it had to come naturally. Roman got off on Dean cumming without being touched. As that peak reached, he rode the man under him harder and rougher, doing what he could to bring himself to finish.

'Roman.. oh, ah.. so good.'

Dean could feel the throb inside of him.. Roman was close to his peak just the same and bit into the shoulder of Dean which sent him over the edge with almost no effort. The blistering pain turned into ecstasy.

'Ro.. Ro.. I'm cummi..'

Unable to get the words out, Dean saw stars behind his eyes as his shaft exploded and semen gushed, coating Roman's chest in thick, sticky warmth. His muscles tightened as his hips were held down, Roman buried balls deep into him as orgasm was ripped from him by clenched muscles. Roman roared as his dick released all the tension he had inside him, Dean feeling the warm fluid filling him.. threatening to spill out.

His peak finished, Dean collapsed forward against Roman's chest as he was joined in that post-climax bliss. A hand fisted his hair as Dean yelped when his head was yanked back, Roman eyeing his semen covered torso.. he understood the hint. Dean's tongue dragged up the chest of Roman, lapping at the spunk that covered the massive pecs under him.

'Atta boy, clean me up real good.'

Roman cooed and Dean swallowed everything he could and more, his mouth working it's way down to one of Roman's nipples, taking it in as the man hummed.. pleasure stirring right back in his groin.

'Keep it up.. I'll keep cumming into this sweet ass of yours until you can taste it..'

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