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Okay, here's my shot at Lesnar/Reigns.
Roman walked into the training center and looked around, his body filled with a nervous energy. He was only a few weeks away from WrestleMania, and he knew that Brock would want to work on his moveset for their upcoming match. Roman headed over to the mock rings, noticing that there was no one in the building, even though the lights were on everywhere.
Brock stood in the middle of the ring waving Roman in with a grin, glad to be working with him on the match. Heyman waited until Roman had climbed through the ropes before heading towards the front of the building to lock the door and turn off a few lights, since his client had rented out the center for their match.
As Heyman walked away, Lesnar greeted Roman with a chaste kiss. He knew that Roman had a tendency to get really turned on when he touched him, and since they would be in such a contact-heavy bout, he knew it would be necessary to see if they could work in the ring for several minutes without it becoming sexual.
After a few collar and elbow tie-ups, Roman and Lesnar were grappling around the ring, panting and struggling as Lesnar straddled Roman's hips, making Roman groan softly.
"What?" Brock asked with a knowing smirk. "You know I'm going to have to do this to you at some point."
Roman tried to stifle a moan as Brock's hands drifted over his forearms. "I know." He murmured shakily.
Brock headed right into another grappling sequence, wrenching a long moan from Roman as he crawled to a neutral corner to collect himself. Brock watched him as he crawled away, grabbing at the ropes to stand as Roman did the same. Roman collected himself, then ran towards Brock like he was attempting a clothesline, only for Brock to catch him with a drop toehold, sending Roman careening into the middle rope.
Not wasting any time, Brock came up behind Roman and began raining down fake punches to the top of his head, restraining himself because he knew that there was no reason to hurt Roman while they were practicing. Roman groaned lowly, arching his back slowly.
"You okay?" Brock asked carefully, knowing about the hernia, and knowing they couldn't afford him getting injured this close to WrestleMania.
"Mmm-hmm" Roman replied, the middle rope still running beneath both his arms. Brock took his word for it, grabbing at his shoulders in a move that resembled a kneeling full nelson, bringing their bodies close.
"Fuck!" Roman moaned, wiggling his hips against Brock's slowly and purposefully. Brock scoffed at Roman softly, smirking as he asked, "You sure you're okay?"
Roman trembled slightly as Brock eased his arms back down to the center rope, catching his breath and sweeping his hair to the side as he looked over his shoulder at Brock lustfully. Brock growled and tugged Roman's tactical vest off, slipping his pants down around his knees as he reached into the many pockets of the vest to find the lube he knew Roman carried there. Roman moaned as Brock let the lube run across his fingers and down over Roman's entrance.
"No stretching" Roman growled, "Just fuck me."
Brock didn't argue, knowing that it would be pointless. He tugged down his UFC trunks, spreading more than enough lube over himself as he lined himself up with Roman, hoping Roman wouldn't be sore the next day. Roman relaxed himself fully, wanting so badly to let Brock have his way with him.
Roman's eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned loudly and Brock began easing into him. His moans echoed back at him in the empty training facility as Brock slipped in farther and farther. Roman let his chest fall onto the middle rope with a pleased moan as Brock moved himself into Roman entirely. Roman gasped and shuddered at how full he felt, adjusting to Brock's mammoth size rather quickly as Brock began thrusting.
The center rope acted as sort of a sex swing, bringing Roman crashing backward with the same amount of force Brock exerted forward. Roman panted forcefully, moaning loudly as his position in the ring made him think of being in the ring in front of thousands of people as the Beast fucked him senseless. His eyes fluttered shut, and for a second, he could almost hear the fans, which oddly turned him on more.
Brock slammned into Roman's prostate irreverently, forcing little shouts and loud, whorish moans from Roman as the ring under them started to squeak in protest. Roman's hair whipped against his lower back, and Roman shook in Brock's arms, knowing that he was going to come soon, if Brock continued at this rapid, inhuman pace. Brock could tell from the way Roman was shaking that he was close, and even though it shouldn't be possible, he actually sped up. Roman's bass tones jumped an octave, and he clenched his jaw, a long, loud bellow passing his lips as his erection pulsed as his climax washed over him, Brock's fingers digging into his hips as he could feel him tense as his own climax was not far behind. The ring creaked under them as Brock climaxed as well, holding his breath and gripping Roman's hips tightly. As he pulled away, Brock smacked Roman on the ass, watching as his ass bounced from the force of the slap as his hand had moved away.
Roman opened his eyes, groaning as he saw the white line on the padded floors about a foot away. It would be tough to explain what the hell happened there. Roman's blissed out mind half-heartedly tried to think of an excuse as he kneeled there, still draped over the middle rope. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt a pair of arms carrying him to the showers effortlessly. Roman leaned against Brock's powerful chest with a sigh, fighting a losing battle with sleep, as he decided he could always figure it out later.
