The silenced almost echoed in the locker room. It was far too quiet. Roman had disappeared to talk to Orton, something about 'looking at his boys in the wrong way' or something; Seth hadn't been paying much attention to his incoherent ramblings. But Raw was already over and Seth had changed his clothes – he had his baggy jeans on, but a tank top that fit in all the right places - and now he had nothing to do except sit, wait and look sexy doing so. Admittedly he wouldn't be as annoyed waiting for Roman if he wasn't so damn horny, but he hadn't had a dick inside him since he'd sucked Dean off in the showers in the gym a few hours before Raw and he just needed someone to fuck him. But Roman had forbid him and Dean from doing anything until he returned and Seth didn't want to disobey him. Dean on the other hand seemed to have something different in mind. He felt Dean move behind him where he was standing with his forearms resting against one of the lockers. He could feel the hardness Dean was pressing into his ass – apparently he wasn't the only horny one – as Dean grabbed his hips, pressing his crotch firmly against Seth's backside. He couldn't help the moan that escaped when Dean nuzzled his hair, moving it out the way with his nose so he could press gentle kisses along Seth's neck. It felt so good but Seth knew if Roman caught them they'd be punished – he had forbid any sexual contact after all.
"Dean Stop, you're gonna get us into trouble!" he tried using a stern voice but the fact that he moaned at the end of his sentence took away any authority he hoped to have portrayed.
"Come on kitty, I know you want this, fuck you always want it."
He had a very good point.
"Besides, what's he gonna do? Spank us?"
Yes, that's exactly what he's going to do.
"And he said no sex; he didn't say we couldn't make out a little."
Damn it Dean that's not the point.
"Are you really going to say no to me kitty?"
I don't think I could, even if I wanted to.
Fuck they were so going to get into trouble for this. When it came to making out with Dean he couldn't ever keep his hands to himself, and the way his fingers worked Seth's body, even with their clothes on, was enough to drive him close to the edge. And Roman was going to catch them and punish them but fuck if Dean kept pressing his hips into Seth's he'd have his clothes off faster than a cheap stripper. He couldn't help but grind his hips back, pressing his ass into Dean's rapidly hardening crotch. He could feel the length pressed against him and he wanted Dean to just thrown him to the ground, rip his clothes off and fuck him then and there. Damn it.
"If you keep kissing my neck you better be ready to take your clothes off."
Who needed restrain anyway? He had this gorgeous man behind him, rubbing against him, nibbling all his sensitive spots, about ready to fuck him. Who in their right mind would say no to Dean Ambrose? He could feel his lovers' hand drifting under his shirt, running up across his flat stomach, his abs, stopping briefly to tease his nipples before pulling the whole thing off. The chill of the air almost stung his skin.
His breath caught in his throat as he felt Dean press his lips against the scar on his back, running his tongue over it before moving down to press his lips over the tattoo across Seth's spine. Deans lips were leaving a trail of fire across his chilled skin, his cock growing harder at ever press of lips against him. But before they could go any further, the creek of the door forced Seth to pause all movements, Dean standing up straight behind him as they looking in horror at the man stood in the doorway.
His stare was piercing, but he displayed no emotion on his face, his look giving nothing away. He stepped into the room, closing and locking the door behind him and that's when Seth knew he wouldn't wait until they got back to the hotel to punish them. They had disobeyed him after all. And he supposed in a way it was selfish, they were here having fun but Roman was the only one who hadn't had release all night. He turned back to them, not saying anything at first, just staring intently, like he was formulating the correct punishment in his mind.
"Did I, or did I not, tell the two of you that you couldn't engage in any sexual activity until I got back? Are the two of you really that slutty that you couldn't wait a few minutes to get your rocks off? I knew you were both cock hungry but I thought you could at least wait until we got back to the hotel. Obviously you can't, but I don't feel like either of you deserve it after you disobeyed a direct order from me."
Seth was praying Dean for once kept his mouth shut and didn't get them in any further trouble. He knew without even looking the blonde was sulking, probably wanting to argue with Roman and show off his 'masculinity'. Thankfully he didn't, he seemed to notice how serious Roman was being - after all Seth wasn't lying when he said Dean could fall into any role. He could be dominant, or submissive, or he could be a slutty bitch who'd do anything to get what he wanted. Right now he needed to be the submissive and do whatever Roman said to make sure this punishment was over as quickly as possible.
Being punished by Roman was odd. Their punishments weren't ever painful; it just wasn't something they'd normally indulge in. Their punishment was always something sexual but it never pushed past their limits. Roman knew exactly what both their limits were and he'd never do anything that would make either of them uncomfortable or scared. But at the same time whatever he did always got his point across. He was perfect. Roman Reigns was truly perfect.
"Kitty, come here." It was a simple command but the deep sound of Romans' voice left chills down Seth spine as he walked forward, stopping just in front of Roman and waiting patiently for whatever was to come.
"Now. I know you, and I know it's a rarity you disobey me. Dean on the other hand seems to forget sometimes that despite always acting like he's the man, I'm the one in charge here. So here's what I want you to do. Since Dean is clearly dying for sex I want you to go over to him now and get him ready for it. Because if he's that desperate to fuck he better be damn ready to take it as well."
Seth was suddenly very nervous about what was going to happen. Even when Dean was being submissive it was very uncommon for Dean to get fucked. He always claimed it was because he was too wild for Roman to tame or some other bull but Seth knew it was because he was worried he liked it a bit too much. Seth suspected the reason for Roman doing this was to use Deans' pleasure as a punishment. Because he'd love every second of it until it was over and then he'd hate himself for acting like a wanton slut. It was the same every time. Dean was never as open about his submissiveness as Seth was; he still liked to play the bad boy and Seth found it cute but annoying on occasion.
He moved over to where Dean was stood, already sulking before anything had even happened. He pushed his hands under Deans' shirt, pulling it up slowly and sighing in relief when Dean complied and lifted his arms so Seth could remove the garment fully. He knew Dean probably hated this but got off on it just as much - Roman was going to fuck him until he was begging for more and Seth was going to be watching the whole thing. And as much as Dean would bitch and complain and glare at both of them afterwards Seth knew he'd get off on every tiny touch, every movement, every thrust. Roman was going to drive him crazy with lust, push him over the edge so hard and dominate him completely, and maybe Dean loved that more than he was willing to admit.
He knelt down to unfasten Deans' belt, pulling it free from its loops and unfastening his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. He pulled Deans' shoes and socks off, his boxers and jeans following to make a pile on the floor. He turned to look at Roman who nodded his head, motioning for Seth to continue. He rooted around in the pocket of Deans' jeans to find the small tube of lube he carried with him at all times, motioning for the slightly older man to turn around and bend over the bench in front of them. His breath increased slightly in pace as he poured some lube on his fingers, grasping Deans' cheek with his clean hand and pulling it apart slightly so he could rub his fingers against Deans' entrance.
He could hear the slight hitch in Deans' breath as the cool liquid ran over his intimate area, but he continued regardless, pushing one finger inside him. He was met with some resistance but he pushed gently until his finger was in past the first knuckle. His free hand let go of Deans' ass, rubbing the back of his thigh to try and get him to relax - it had been a while since he'd bottomed so he was extremely tight, and Seth knew he'd have to work him open a little more if to get Romans' cock inside him without it tearing anything. Not that Dean was averse to a little blood; it only made it more enjoyable for him which is why despite their odd relationship it was Dean who had been branded the kinky fucker out of all of them. But as much as Dean didn't mind a little blood play it always made Roman feel bad off he made one of them bleed, so Seth did his best to get Dean ready.
Roman just stood watching, calculating. Tonight was going to go slightly different than either of them probably expected. They were both probably waiting for Roman to fuck Dean, maybe spank Seth a little and then tell them off for disobeying them. But no, that wasn't the plan. If they wanted to fuck then they were going to give Roman a nice little show. Except it was going to be Seth on top. Seth had never topped either of them, and Dean? He liked to pretend that he was all dominant and manly - that's why he constantly disobeyed Roman. But if he was to get fucked by a true submissive, maybe he'd finally learn and accept his place.
He looked back over to his boys, Seth's fingers still buried deep inside Dean as the other tried desperately to hide his noises of pleasure. Looking down he could see the bulge forming in Seth's jeans, knowing his kitty was already hard made him smile.
"Okay, I think he's ready. Both of you stand up and face me." Both of them stood straight, turning to Roman and he smirked when he was Dean cock was already hard and leaking just from having a few fingers inside him.
"Alright kitty, take your clothes off before your jeans start getting painful." Seth took only a minute to undress fully, his dick springing free when he dropped his jeans, and neither Roman nor Dean were surprised when the discovered he wasn't wearing any underwear. Not like he'd have room to wear any under those damn tight jeans. Honestly, Roman had no idea how he wore them so often and still had the ability to breathe.
"Alright boys, you were so ready to fuck without me. So go ahead; fuck. Oh, but wait a second. Deans' already prepared, it seems like such a waste of time for him to get prepared if he's not getting fucked. Hmmm. Whatever could we do to solve this? Oh I know. Seth, be a good little kitty for me and fuck Dean?"
He could hear the collective gasp for breath from both his boys, neither of them expecting those words to come from Romans' mouth. He knew he was pushing both of them out of their comfort zones, but he'd never do anything he knew neither of them wanted. It might seem odd to both of them but Roman knew they'd both enjoy it, else he wouldn't have asked them to. He pulled the plastic chair out of the corner of the room, settling himself down in a place that gave him the perfect view of his boys and waited for them to start.
"Well come on, let's get this show on the road before either of you lose those hard ons."
Dean looked for a second like he wanted to argue, but he remained silent for once. He audibly swallowed before moving to bend over, gripping the edge of the bench. That was it; that was exactly what Roman had been hoping for. Dean didn't look defeated; he looked nervous but ready for this. Roman saw a brief glimpse of excitement in his eyes. He unfastened his belt, his cock already aching for release. He was going to enjoy this show just as much as his boys would enjoy putting it on for him.
Seth was slightly more nervous than he'd care to admit. He'd fucked so many women before he'd joined WWE but since he'd gotten in this... relationship with the two of them he hadn't topped anyone. He'd had his dick inside a toy or two but never a real person, minus the blow jobs he got on special occasions. He was a natural bottom, and he was perfectly okay with that. But now Roman wanted him to top Dean and he knew he had to do a good job, to impress Roman and make sure Dean enjoyed it as much as he enjoyed it when Dean fucked him. So no pressure or anything. He picked up the bottle of lube that had been discarded on the floor and used some of it to coat his cock, trying to make it as wet as possible. He ran his hand up and down his member, slowly jerking himself off as he mixed his precum with the lube. Moving to stand behind Dean he couldn't help but ask if Dean was okay, to which he simply replied "just hurry up and get this over with."
He looked to Roman for support, but as he looked over he saw the Samoan sat on the chair, watching them intently with his legs spread and one hand wrapped around his cock he suddenly felt more ready than ever. He hadn't even touched Dean yet and he could already see the effect it was having on Rome and he knew he could do this. He stepped up behind head, grabbing his cock with one hand and steadying himself on Deans' hip with the other. He guided his cock to Deans' entrance, not waiting before he started pushing in. He did it gently so he didn't hurt him, knowing it had been weeks since anyone was last inside him, but he didn't stop pushing until he was buried deep inside him. He rubbed Deans' back as the older man spread his legs a bit wider, gritting his teeth as he got used to being full once again.
Seth was in pure heaven. Even as all his movements stilled to give Dean time to adjust he couldn't help but let out a moan. The feeling of Dean clenched tightly around him was intense; he was so warm and tight and hot and just... everything. Fuck, if this was their punishment Dean needed to get in trouble more often. He knew when Dean was ready, he didn't speak but he could feel the other reach back and squeeze his thigh gently. Luckily for Seth he knew Dean liked everything a little rougher, which meant now Dean was ready Seth didn't have to hold back. He moved his hands down to grab Deans' hips firmly, his eyes locking on Romans' as he pulled back. When his hips snapped forward Deans' moan and Romans' grin came almost simultaneously, and Seth felt a new sense of power running through him in that second.
He continued thrusting into Dean at a slow, steady pace, but each thrust had a force behind it that was enough to cause the older man to shift forward slightly, moaning with every thrust. It didn't take long for him to find the blonds sweet spot, and he smirked with self satisfaction at the noise that was pulled out of Deans' throat when he hit it. He moved one of his hands to Deans' hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling Deans' head up so he could stare at Roman, see the effects this was having on the eldest member. The two of them locked eyes, Roman staring at Dean intently as he touched himself, his strokes calm and controlled. Dean on the other hand was a mess. His eyes were wide, his breathing hard and erratic and he couldn't stop all the little noises pouring out of his mouth as Seth hit that spot deep inside him with every hard thrust of his hips. There was saliva running down his chin from his open mouth, and he felt like he had lost control of his entire body.
Seth was in heaven. The way Dean felt clenched around him was almost enough to bring him to orgasm itself. Roman watching them with that intense stare he had just made him more willing and ready for this, and the noises Dean was making stroked his ego beautifully. He let go of Deans' hair in favour of raking his nails down Deans' back hard, angry red lines being left behind. He scratched over and over again, his nails digging deep into Deans' soft skin and drawing thin lines of blood. He was so close, so damn close but he didn't want to go first, he wanted to feel Dean drag him into orgasm, so he reached down and grabbed Deans' painfully hard cock, stroking the neglected organ in time with his thrusts. His other hand still held onto Deans' hip hard enough to leave bruises and he knew the other man got off on it.
The feeling of it was too much to bear. Seth slamming into his prostate over and over again, that soft experienced hand stroking his cock exactly how Dean liked it, the site of Roman in front of them, vigorously stroking himself in time with the porno happening right in front of his eyes. It was too much. He mumbled, warning the both of them how close he was, and Roman took that moment to lean forward, lips crashing into Deans' and that was it; with a cry Dean came all over Seth's hand and his own stomach, Roman swallowing his screams of pleasure. Seth followed seconds after, the feeling of Dean clenching impossibly around his cock enough to violently push him over the edge.
Roman pulled back, standing up and watching as Seth pulled out of Dean gently. His breathing was heavy and his energy was drained but he took so much care in lying Dean down on the floor as softly as he could, the dirty blond male having passed out from his orgasm. Tired eyes turned to look at Roman, feeling almost guilty that the other man hadn't cum yet. He crawled to kneel in front of Roman, closing his eyes and placing a gentle kiss on the tip of Romans' cock. The Samoan started jerking himself off again, focusing on the blissful look on Seth's face, and it wasn't long before Roman came, shooting streams all over Seth's face. Both of them still for a moment, enjoying the second, before a small snore from Dean broke them out of their silence.
"Go get yourself cleaned up and ready baby, I'll sort him out."
Seth walked into the bathroom to clean himself up whilst Roman moved to dress Dean, the younger man not even flinching. Clearly the nights events had taken all the energy out of him. At least he'd sleep peacefully tonight. Roman grabbed all their bags, taking them to the car ready and then returning to the locker room, the sight before him warming his heart slightly. Whilst he was taking the bags out Seth had finished cleaning up and had gotten dressed, and he was now lying snuggled into Deans' side, both of them embracing each other and holding onto the other tightly. Seth was wearing one of Romans' hoodies, one that had gone missing a few days ago, and Dean had his face buried in Seth's neck, inhaling the scent of both of his lovers.
This was it. Roman knew the other superstars talked about their relationship behind their backs. He saw all the looks they got, the hate, the jealousy, the confusion. He knew nobody really understood the relationship the three of them had. But it was always moments like this that made it worth it for him. But now he was faced with a problem. How the hell was he supposed to get his two sleeping lovers off the locker room floor and into the car so they could get back to the hotel? Shaking his head he moved to lie down next to his two lovers, snuggling up to the other side of Dean and throwing one large arm over the two of them. Looks like tonight they were sleeping in the locker room. Roman smiled lightly, settling down and closing his eyes. Yes, it really was worth it as long as he had his kitten and his wolf puppy by his side. Even if they were unintentionally forcing him to sleep in the locker room tonight.