NSFW content in this chapter, including anal sex, anal fingering, rimming, oral sex, dirty talk, and Dean giving Seth a facial. If you're uncomfortable with any of these things, please skip this chapter.
The mild pain Dean feels when he pinches himself confirms that this is not a dream and Seth Rollins is asking him to fuck him.
Dean will gladly oblige.
"Did you seriously come here just to get fucked?"
Seth nods, a red flush tinting his cheeks. He pulls something from the pockets of his hoodie and holds it up, as apparent evidence. Dean recognizes the something as a small bottle of lube and a few condoms.
Dean grins. "You fuckin' whore," he says, almost fondly. "Well, s' good you came to me, because I am a fucking expert. The fucking expert of fucking, if you will." He snatches the bottle of lube and the condoms from Seth's hand, and then slings an arm around Seth's shoulder. "You ever been fucked before?"
Seth nods.
"When?"
"I did some experimenting in high school," he mumbles, his face flushing even redder. "And in the indies."
"Well, you can forget about all of that," Dean declares. "Cause you've never been fucked by Dean Ambrose. I'm gonna fuck you so good, it's gonna feel like you're bein' fucked for the first time. I'm gonna fuck you so good that your ass is gonna hurt tomorrow and you'll have to walk with a fuckin' limp. I'm gonna fuck you so good that you'll never be able to get fucked by anyone else cause all you'll want is my dick."
Seth makes a noise that Dean interprets as want, hiding his rapidly reddening face in Dean's neck.
"S'okay, princess. I got you."
He guides Seth into the bedroom, lays him flat on his back on the bed before he sets the lube and condoms down on the nightstand.
Seth watches him as he climbs onto the bed and straddles Seth, bending over him to kiss him. Dean makes sure it's not super gentle, but not super rough, either – it's right in between, an alternating mix of softness and edge. Before Dean breaks the kiss, he nips Seth's bottom lip and relishes in the sound that brings to Seth's lips.
"I think you're extremely overdressed," Dean informs him. "Should we fix that?"
Seth nods, and they begin the process of undressing him; first pulling off his hoodie and then his stupid band shirt (both of which Dean intends to hide so he can keep them, because reasons). Dean struggles for a little bit with Seth's stupid skinny jeans before he gives up and exasperatedly tells Seth to do it himself.
It takes Seth a full five minutes to pull off his skinny jeans; Dean counts.
"Fuck those things," Dean grumbles as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Seth's briefs and tugs, pulling them down to expose Seth's cock. He's half-hard already, and Dean smirks at him.
"So fuckin' easy, Sethie. My little whore." His words make Seth's cock twitch, and Dean's smirk fails to fade. "You like that, huh? Like bein' my whore? I'm gonna see if you're a good whore. If ya do everythin' I ask… then you're a good whore. Understand?"
Seth nods, mumbling something incoherent. Dean continues to pull Seth's briefs down his legs, eventually pulling them off entirely and depositing them on the floor. He shifts his position so that he's straddling Seth's knees, tapping a rhythm only he can hear on Seth's thighs.
"Ya got some real pretty lips. You know, I think they'd look even better around my dick. What do ya think? Should I let ya suck my dick? You wanna suck my dick?"
Seth nods again, apparently incapable of forming words, but that's not gonna fly.
"Say it," Dean encourages. "Say you wanna suck my dick, Sethie. Just like the first time."
He thinks he sees a flash of defiance in Seth's eyes, but it disappears as quickly as it appears. The kid's being more obedient than usual; Dean's real proud of him.
"I wanna suck your dick, Dean," Seth mumbles. Dean can already see lust swirling around in Seth's pretty brown eyes. He looks real nice like this; splayed out naked underneath Dean, doing whatever he's asked to do. He's half-convinced that Seth would murder someone in this state if he asked him to.
"Ask nicely."
This time, he hears a hint of desperation in Seth's voice, like he's dying to suck Dean's dick, to taste it and have it in his mouth.
That's a nice thought.
"Let me suck your dick, please, Dean. I'll be so good for you, please."
Dean actually smiles a little bit. "You got it, Sethie. I couldn't say no to such a pretty face." He pulls his boxer briefs down and tugs them off, tossing them onto the floor haphazardly, before he crawls up Seth's body to his chest. He's practically sitting on Seth's chest, reaching over his head to change the angle of the pillow (and, therefore, Seth's head), not wanting Seth to literally choke on his dick. "Did ya like suckin' my dick last time? Cause I think you were just made for suckin' dick… after all, you look so much better when you can't run your fuckin' mouth."
Seth makes a noise akin to a whimper, and Dean chuckles. "See, I just knew it. You loved it so much you're comin' back for more. What would they say if they knew, huh? If they knew how you're my greedy little whore, always takin' and takin' and takin' everythin', but it's never enough for ya; you just want more. If they knew that you came to my door just to get fucked by the one person ya can't stand, cause he's the only one who knows how to fuck ya right."
He takes his cock in one hand and pushes his hips forward a little, rubbing the head of his cock against Seth's lips. "But you ain't gotta worry, princess… cause I won't tell anyone," he murmurs. "Now open your mouth 'n suck my dick like ya wanted to."
Seth opens his mouth, and Dean uses his free hand to still Seth so he can push into his mouth. He watches Seth carefully, making sure he doesn't choke, murmuring repeatedly for him to breathe, until he's all the way in and Seth's eyes are watering and it's fucking beautiful.
"God, you look so fuckin' hot with your mouth stuffed full of my dick," Dean breathes, almost in awe. "I can't wait until I get to see ya with your ass stuffed full of my dick." That elicits a moan from Seth, and the vibrations hit Dean's cock just right, resulting in a pleasurable tingling up his spine.
He decides to take initiative, starting a rhythm of slowly pulling out and then slowly pushing back in. He enjoys the sight of Seth's lips stretched wide around his cock, spit collecting at the corners and starting to trail down his chin. He picks up the pace until he's essentially fucking Seth's face, and Seth makes little shuddery gasping noises every time he pulls out, like he's dying for air, that are silenced whenever he pushes back in.
"Fuck," Dean groans, grabbing at Seth's hair with both hands and twisting his fingers in it, giving himself better leverage and allowing him to increase the force of his thrusts. "M' close, princess, gonna come all over that pretty face of yours," he forces out. "Gonna mark you up, so you never forget who you belong to." Seth moans his assent, and the image that pops into Dean's head of Seth with his face covered in his cum is too much for Dean. He forces himself to pull all the way out of Seth's mouth, jerks himself a few times, and with a low groan, he does as promised and comes on Seth's face. Seth closes his eyes just in time, and Dean's cum hits his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips, leaving a sticky trail in its wake.
Dean looks down just in time to see Seth's tongue poke out of his mouth and lick at his lips, cleaning them of his cum. "Fuck," he murmurs, and leans down to kiss Seth, licking the cum out of his mouth, but Seth surges forward and licks it back out of Dean's mouth, and they share it for a while, until Dean's forced to pull away to breathe.
"Goddamn, you look hot," Dean says. It's true; just looking at Seth makes his cock twitch with renewed interest, even though he just came no more than a couple minutes before. "You're so fuckin' good, Sethie. You suck dick like a fuckin' pro."
Seth actually smiles at that. "So, when are you gonna fuck me?" he asks, and Dean has to bite back an impressed groan at how raw and fucked-out Seth's voice sounds. He takes a perverse pride in knowing he did that to Seth; he made him sound like that.
"Patience, Sethie," he says, cupping Seth's cheek with one hand and rubbing his cum into his skin with his thumb (because he can, obviously). "I'm gonna fuck ya real soon, I promise."
"You fucking better. My dick's getting lonely," he hears Seth murmur.
"Seth," Dean warns. "Don't make me punish ya."
That shuts Seth up, and Dean throws a leg over Seth's side so he's no longer straddling him. He moves down, closer to the foot of the bed, and wedges himself in between Seth's legs, on his knees on the bed.
"You ever been eaten out?" he asks.
"No," is Seth's response, tinged with curiosity. Dean holds back a smirk.
"Well, after this, you'll be able to say yes to that," he says, pushing Seth's legs up until they're drawn to his chest. He admires Seth's ass for a few seconds, smacking it lightly, watching the skin redden and silently enjoying Seth's little yelp. He finally puts one hand on each of Seth's ass cheeks and spreads them, exposing his hole. Dean leans down and drags his tongue across it, and that one movement is worth it just from the gasp Seth makes and the way his body twitches, the way his cock jerks, smacking against his stomach lightly.
"Relax, baby," Dean murmurs. "'S gonna feel real good. Try not to come all over yourself yet."
He leans down and repeats the action, lapping at Seth's hole, and it makes Seth moan brokenly, Dean nearly having to pin him down just to keep him from squirming out of Dean's grasp.
Once Dean decides the outside is good and wet, he focuses his attention on the inside, pressing the tip of his tongue into Seth's hole.
"Dean," Seth gasps out, and Dean's forced to put even more weight on him to keep him from getting away. He stops his actions momentarily to reassure Seth.
"'S okay, baby. 'M here. I got you." He refocuses his attention on Seth's hole, pressing the tip of his tongue into Seth's hole and working it in, just a little, just enough to be able to lick at him, getting him good and ready for when Dean does fuck him.
He fucks him with his tongue for a while, in and out, until Seth is a whimpering mess and Dean's convinced that Seth will fall apart if he doesn't get his dick in him soon.
He pulls away and grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand, pouring some on his index finger and slowly, ever-so-slowly, pushing his finger into Seth. Seth moans and tries to push back, forcing Dean's finger deeper in him. Dean just smirks as he coats his middle finger with more lube and pushes that into him, too, before spreading those fingers apart, stretching him. He fucks him with those two fingers for a little bit, trying to see if Seth's ready for his dick, and chooses to add a third lube-coated finger. By this time, Seth is writhing beneath him, apparently not having been touched like this in a long time, and Dean swears he sees a tear or two trailing down the side of Seth's face and being soaked up by his hair. From overstimulation, Dean assumes.
"You want me to fuck you? Huh, Sethie? Want me to fill you up with my dick, pound you 'til you're so fuckin' sore you can't walk tomorrow, fill you up with my cum?"
"God, yes, please," Seth begs, and he's been so good so far that Dean can't deny him such a simple request. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them off on Seth's chest, and then grabs a condom from the nightstand. He tears open the little square and pulls the condom out, rolling it onto his dick, which had hardened again after he came as a result of the absolutely sinful noises Seth made. He grasps Seth's hips and moves a little bit closer, lining up his cock with Seth's hole.
"You ready, princess?" he asks, and Seth nods, evidently on the verge of desperation again.
"Yes, Dean, please, please fuck me—" His pleading is cut off as Dean slowly pushes into him, giving him minimal time to adjust to the slight burn and stretch of being filled so deeply, so completely.
Dean pushes in until his hips are flush with Seth's ass, and then stills, finally granting Seth time to adjust. "How are ya likin' it, princess?" he asks, voice noticeably strained. Seth's ass just feels so damn good around his cock; he doesn't know how long he'll last.
"I feel so full," Seth responds, and his voice sounds slurred, like he's drunk with lust. "But 's good. So good, Dean." His eyes have opened, and now they meet Dean's eyes, and he can clearly see the haze of lust there.
Dean smiles, a confident smile. "You're doin' real good for me, Sethie. So fuckin' good. Best fuck I've ever had, I think," he says, slowly pulling out of Seth until only the head of his cock remains in him, and then pushing back in until his hips meet Seth's ass again, starting up a slow rhythm like that. Seth moans with every push and pull of Dean's cock, and his own neglected cock is tapping against his stomach, dribbling pre-cum.
Dean reaches down and wraps a hand around Seth's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Seth moans wantonly, trying to push up into Dean's hand, and Dean strokes a little harder, thrusts a little faster. He shifts the angle of his thrusts slightly, pushing Seth's legs a little higher with his free hand, and he can tell by the shaky moan Seth lets out when he pushes in after he shifts his body that he found Seth's prostate. Trying to get Seth to come before he does, he speeds up his strokes. Dean's sure Seth is close; his cock is now steadily dribbling pre-cum, and he uses it to slick his strokes.
"You gonna come, baby? You gonna come from bein' stuffed full of my dick?"
Seth pants out something that sounds like an affirmative, and Dean grins, pushes in hard enough on his next thrust that his hips collide with Seth's ass with what sounds like a slap.
"No one else can do this to ya. No one else can make you feel the way I can, no one else can fuck you the way I can. You're never gonna want anyone else, 'cause all you'll be able to think about when you want somebody to fuck ya is how good I fucked ya, and you're always gonna come back to me, beggin' for more."
Seth whimpers, and Dean speeds up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin rhythmic now, purposeful.
"You're gonna come for me," he says, knowing Seth has to be close, knowing he himself is definitely close, but wanting to make Seth come first. "You're gonna think about how good it feels to be stuffed full, how good it feels for me to fuckin' use you like this, and you're gonna come. Cause you're my fuckin' whore, that's how it's always gonna be, Seth, you're always gonna be my whore, wanting to do everything and anything for me, you're gonna devote your whole fuckin' life to me."
Seth actually sobs, arching his back as he comes, his cum splattering across his chest and even reaching his neck. His ass tightens around Dean's cock when he comes, and Dean pushes in one last time and muffles his groan in Seth's chest as he comes, his cum pulsing out and filling the condom.
He finally detangles himself from Seth and pulls out slowly, pulling the used condom off of his softening cock and tying the end of it before throwing it in the trash can by the bed.
He crawls up the bed and collapses next to Seth, finding it very difficult to move, his limbs feeling like jelly.
"Holy fuckin' shit."