Seth obediently complied with the request, slurping down Dean's cock like a seasoned pro. He bobbed up and down on it, sucking rhythmically until he began to hear the unmistakable, gravelly moans that meant he was doing a good job. He pulled his head back and let the dick pop lewdly out of his mouth, then pointed it toward Punk. "Your turn," he said with a smile, clearly enjoying himself.

Punk chuckled and shook his head, tickled by Seth's unabashed sluttiness. "They weren't kidding, were they? You really are a power bottom."

"Takes one to know one," Seth replied, his smile turning a bit colder as he guided Dean's wet cock into his mouth. "Now suck that dick," he ordered.

Dean stifled a laugh, petting Seth's head and scratching him behind the ear as they both watched his dick disappear again and again down Punk's throat. "He's a natural, isn't he?" Seth asked, wrapping his hand back around the base in preparation for his turn.

"Unnhhh, god...you're fuckin' right about that," Dean groaned, suddenly feeling lightheaded as Punk started sucking him harder and moaning passionately around his cock.

Dean looked up to see that Roman had resumed fucking, pulling Punk's hips back and drilling as much dick meat as he could into him with every stroke. He had been watching what was happening on their end and it was obviously having quite an effect on him. "Mmmhh- fuck yeah...I love watching you get head."

Dean smiled, looking down at what Ro was doing. "Well I love watchin' you use that big cock," he replied, tongue licking his upper lip as he pulled out of Punk's mouth and swung his spit-covered erection toward Seth, who greedily slurped it back up again. He put both hands on the tops of their heads and pressed their faces closer together. "Now kiss, ya little fuckin' sluts."

Seth and Punk immediately locked lips and began to sloppily make out. Dean shoved his cock in between their mouths, and together they both started licking all over it, savoring the salty taste of the pre-cum that began to leak from the tip. Dean threw his head back and groaned, thrusting toward their eager, sucking lips. "Fuck, that's good..."

"Cum for me, baby," said Roman, slowing down his movements so that he could pay closer attention.

"Yeah? You wanna see me fill up this slutty bitch's mouth?" Dean asked, jamming his cock back between Punk's lips and grabbing his head with both hands. He started pumping hard, his eyes locked with Roman's the entire time.

"Fuck yeah, baby. Do it," Ro ordered. "An' then I'm gonna do the exact same thing to you."

That was all it took. Dean let out a hoarse cry and fired several forceful shots of cum down Punk's gulping throat. He moaned and shook as the orgasm wracked his body, still gazing straight into Roman's eyes even as he started coming down.

"Wow," said Seth, beaming as he stared in awe. "I thought sex was pretty great before, but it's so much better with an audience. Hell, I love being the audience. You guys are so hot, I'm already hard again." He looked down at his erection and grabbed it at the base, shaking it slightly to prove his point.

Dean finally pulled himself out of Punk's mouth and sat back, sweating and panting.

As soon as his mouth was freed, Punk held his hand out and hoarsely asked for the water bottle Seth had brought in from the fridge. Roman pulled out of his other end, figuring it was the polite thing to do since there was a lull in the action. He quickly got up and excused himself to the bathroom as Seth handed Punk the water and he slugged it back all at once, his throat raw from being roughly fucked.

"Ughh, my body is gonna hate me for this tomorrow, I can already tell," Punk moaned, stretching out his back.

"You know what would help with that?" Seth asked.

Dean interrupted, holding up a finger to stop him. "DONT fuckin' say it. I swear to God, if you say Crossfit, I'm never going to fuck you again. I MEAN it this time!"

Seth stopped, his mouth hanging open as he looked at Dean with real fear in his eyes. He tried to think of a way to say what he wanted without uttering the dreaded C-word, but he wisely decided to just close his mouth altogether and remain silent. He didn't think Dean was serious about the threat, but he didn't want to take any chances just in case he was. He wasn't about to lose sex privileges over something that stupid.

Punk chuckled at their interaction, while also giving Seth's naked body a good look up and down. "C'mere," he beckoned, pulling Seth by the elbow until he moved over to his side once again. "I'll still fuck you, even if this one won't." Before Seth could respond, Punk leaned in and laid a kiss on him that made him weak in the knees.

When they finally pulled apart, Seth looked like he was waiting for his soul to re-enter his body. "How are you such a great kisser?" He asked, a dazed expression on his face.

"Practice, my friend," Punk replied, affectionately slapping Seth on the ass. "Well, that, and a lot of pussy-eating probably helped too."

"Oh Jesus, here we go," Dean piped up, knowing what was coming.

Seth's eyes darkened, and his voice fell to just above a whisper. "Fuck yes. Talk about pussy. Please." He grasped his cock and started stroking it with renewed enthusiasm, waiting to hear what the tattooed man had to say.

Punk pulled Seth's hand away from his crotch and placed it over his own, then took Seth's member in his hand and began to return the favor. As they both stroked each other he began to talk explicitly about how he likes to pleasure a vagina, pausing every few moments to grin as Seth moaned in arousal.

After a few minutes of this, Roman emerged from the bathroom and walked quietly up behind Dean, his gaze focused on the scene unfolding in front of them. He had removed all of his clothing, and as he stood there watching the two men kiss and grope each other, his cock started to go back up to full mast again. He slid up against Dean's back, pressing his chest into him as he lowered his mouth next to his ear and spoke, his voice a baritone purr.

"You ready for me now?"