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'You owe me, Dean.'

'For what?'

'For that whole thing with John.. I'm not asking for you to bend over, just.. give me a hand.'

Dean pushed Dolph against the locker room wall, they hadn't really spoken since the night they had been fucked by John Cena and that was something they knew better than to talk about. At least, Dean did. Over the last year, John and Dean had hooked up, exploring a dominant/submissive relationship. Dolph was new to the mix but he wasn't about to ruin what was already there.

'Keep it shut, if he finds out you told someone..'

'Then give me a hand. Look, I'm horny and you're.. good at what you do.'

Dolph unzipped his jacket, exposing his body. Dean's eyes darted downward and he licked his lips at the toned abs that teased him, his hands still holding the blonde against the wall by the shoulders. He squirmed, Dolph's body was amazing, nobody could deny that. Looking over his shoulder, Dean scouted the room for others, finding it empty.

Before Dolph could react, his lips became attached to Dean's, clashing roughly as they fought for control. The blonde's tongue entered his mouth as hands slid down from the shoulders to the body that called to him as he cursed himself. His slutty ways would always be his downfall. The way he looked at things.. if someone was single and wanted Dean wrapped around his body - who was he to say no when there was almost nothing better than men who craved him?

'Mm, fuck.'

The kiss broke as Dean pulled away, slipping slowly to his knees. At chest level, his mouth moved to one of Dolph's nipples, taking it into his mouth. Sucking gently, as it stiffened, he tugged on it with his teeth as Dolph hissed in both pain and pleasure. His hand stroked the back of Dean's head, encouraging him to keep going as his mouth moved to the other nub.

A moan filled the room as Dolph moaned, when teeth scrapped hard nipple. Letting it go, Dean settled onto his knees in front of the other man with both pointer and middle fingers hooked in waistband. Pulling on them, Dean slid the pants down enough to free both Dolph's shaft - already hardened - and his balls. Wrapping his hand around the shaft, he lightly stroked the base, massaging his fingers on the skin.

Twisting his hand slightly, Dean set the tone as nothing more than a handjob as he leaned in, flicking his tongue across and over the firm balls that hung for display. His thumb rubbed sensitive skin under the head of the underside, sliding it down the shaft until it reached base.

Dolph's pubic area was maintained, almost completely bare except for hair beginning to regrow which meant no musk but made jerking someone less painful.. nothing hurts worse than accidentally pulling on a tangle.

'God, that hand is magic.'

Dolph rolled his hips, craving for Dean to keep going and that incentive was all he needed. The pace became set, Dean running his hand until he reached just under the head and then back down. All Dolph asked for what this but there was always that thrill in amping things up.

Wrapping his lips around the head of Dolph's dick, the moan he received said everything as Dean glanced up, watching those abs twitch and move under the touch of his mouth. His hand worked at pumping while his free hand played with his balls, the hand on the back of Dean's head grabbing him tightly by the hair.

'I.. don't.. don't fucking stop.'

Dolph didn't look down at him, but body did all the talking. His chest heaved, he rocked on the heels of his booted feet, Dean had him both literally and figuratively in the palm of his hand.. and that was the power he loved. Never in life did Dean get to experience real power until a man crumbled under his touch. When they did, he knew it was game over.

Dean worked his tongue in time with his pumps, swirling his tongue around the slit as he pumped Dolph like he wouldn't suck another dick in his life but slowed speed as his tongue ventured away to the rest of the head.. keeping him in enough pleasure to moan but not quick enough to send him over the edge.

Dean toyed with Dolph, pulling his mouth off the tip and blowing cool air, sending an utter chill down the blonde's spine. A wicked chuckle, Dean lapped up the precum that threatened to spill, returning his mouth back to where it was, twisting and pumping the base of Dolph's manhood.

Knees slowly buckled, Dolph groaned as his muscles began to tense - he was quickly on his way to getting off but he was trying to fight it. Dean moaned around him, a throaty moan that vibrated down his shaft in time with the pumps and he was rewarded with a soft squirt of precum. Dolph's dick twitched under his touch, his balls threatened to tighten.. it wasn't about when he'd finish, it was how hard he'd finish.

'Dean.. I'm.. cumm.. cummi..

Before he could finish the word, Dean's hand twisted just under the head of his dick and that became his undoing. Pulling his mouth off the tip, the first gush of semen splashed against Dean's cheek as he remained on his knees, pumping the orgasm out of the blonde. Shot after shot, semen shot at Dean, a few reaching him as most hit the floor between them.. anyone who walked in would know exactly who left what where.

Dolph rolled his hips as the last couple of squirts escaped him, a loud panting mess as Dean unwrapped his hand from Dolph, using his mouth to clean off any semen that spilled onto it. Sucking his thumb, he milked the taste of Dolph as the blonde remained exposed but flaccid.

'God.. best cum I've had in ages.'

'I'm good at what I do.'

'Let me start showing you my abs more often, see how many times I can get you to milk me.'

Dean glared at him, Dolph knew from the beginning how to push his buttons and in the end, got his dick sucked. Then again.. Dean would suck his dick again just for fun.

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