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This love that’s sewn us together
breaks everything it can break
and yet I still can’t let you go
I don’t need anyone to understand
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Seth Rollins is a proud man.
If you wanted to be blunt about it, he was an arrogant prick who wrote cheques that his ass could always infuriatingly cash.
But as the song goes, when it came to some scenarios, he wasn’t too proud to beg.
Especially when it came to Dean Ambrose.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes,” Seth answers without hesitation. He had to take repeated deep breaths in order to control the racing of his heart, dipping his head down so that he could concentrate on the pattern on the carpet. Most of their bedroom floor was hardwood but it was punishing when he was on his knees like this, knees that were already battered and scarred from numerous surgeries and fearless dives.
And while Dean could be vindictive, he was rarely cruel.
“Look me in the eye when you say that Rollins.”
The use of his surname was deliberate, an intentional move by Dean to add more distance between them. They were only about a foot apart but to Seth it felt like a gulf when Dean was like this.
Raising his head, Seth met Dean’s piercing gaze through the dark curtain of his hair. Although his joints were starting to stiffen, he felt a coil of desire wrap itself around his stomach at the sight presented before him.
Dean, sitting on a kitchen chair that he had dragged into their bedroom earlier this evening because he wanted something with a high back and no arms. After he had knowingly placed Seth’s Kingslayer wrist straps on the table during dinner before going back to his steak, not even acknowledging it when the younger man had wordlessly palmed them and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans, before going back to talk about his day.
Dean, in a brand new pair of Under Armour tactical boots he was still breaking in and bare chested with his favourite boxers on, silky black with a pattern of barbed wire around the hem. Casually smoking a cigarette with his legs spread wide, the head of his semi-soft cock just peeking out from the waistband.
An invitation, an enticement.
A trap.
“Now, what was it you said to me again?”
Seth breathed steadily through his nose as he tried not to register all the feelings running through him now. He could take more than this, always had, but the shackles that had been put on him were always more emotional and harder to hammer open.
“That I love you,” Seth answered, finally raising his head so that he could look Dean straight in the eye. That was true, Seth loved him, enough to bind his hands behind his back and kneel before him, stripped down to just his shorts.
How was it that they were essentially wearing the same thing, but Seth had never felt more exposed?
Dean’s expression didn’t change however. He just continued smoking, his cigarette perched on his lip, his normally startling blue eyes in shadow so that Seth had no idea how he was feeling. Seth could guess, but that never really worked out well for him when he did.
Yet, that didn’t stop him from breathing a little heavier when Dean took a slow pull of the bottle of Jack Daniels that he had placed on the floor next to him. Seth wasn’t much of a drinker, but there was something bewitching about the way Dean put his lips to the bottle, the twitch of his throat as he swallowed, the almost delicate way he ran his tongue along the glass rim, a sharp contrast to the rough brush of his hand across his mouth.
Seth saw a drop of amber trickle from the corner of Dean’s lips and his mouth ached to follow the path with the tip of his tongue.
“Prove it then,” Dean ordered, in that voice of his that was all rough hewn tobacco and malt liquor.
Seth shivered, a cold prickle making all his hair stand on end and his nipples harden into tight peaks. It might have been from the anticipation or maybe the air conditioning, but it didn’t really matter.
It had been a while since they had done this, which either spoke to how well things had been going between them or to the length of Dean’s memory, as long as the winter shadow. Either way, Seth became aware of himself thickening up the minute Dean had tied his wrists together and told him to drop to his knees. Seth had automatically arched his back towards his lover’s groin only to feel a sharp tug to his hair.
There had been one moment of softness though, when Dean had kneeled down and took a deep breath of the same lock of hair that he had pulled on. But from the way his eyes hardened when he looked at Seth, the younger man knew that this would be the last tender act for a while.
Straightening his back, Seth shuffled on his knees towards the blonde, ignoring the slight trickle of sweat traveling down his spine at the effort. Being tied up like this meant that his weight was uncomfortably shifted to the front, so he moved as quick as he could without falling on his face.
When he was right before him, Seth searched his lover’s face for any trace of what Dean wanted him to do. Despite being in full control, Dean was also lackadaisical enough that he would often just go with the flow and change his mind on the spot.
But it surprised Seth that the only thing he wanted Dean to do now was to touch him, and not even in a sexual way. Just cupping his jaw at this very moment would have made Seth melt to the floor, as starved as he was for reassurance.
“What are you waiting for Rollins? An opening bell?” Dean said in the sardonic manner of his, the shorn hair adding to his already imposing aura.
Flushing beneath his hair, Seth decided to push his luck by moving closer to his lover’s groin, where he could see a drop of clear fluid leak from the tip of Dean’s prick. He swiped a tongue over his bottom lip, only to hiss sharply when Dean grabbed another handful of his hair.
“Not yet,” Dean said, his expression surly, the annoyance genuine. “You don’t deserve my dick yet. And you’ve got some balls on you Rollins to even go for it.”
“You like my balls Ambrose,” Seth said defiantly but with just enough playfulness that he hoped would induce forgiveness. But when he saw Dean’s lips press together in a thin line, a cold knot formed in the pit of his stomach.
“You like me on your dick too Dean,” Seth said, a lot softer this time, the pressure in his chest easing when he saw something in those blue eyes relent. Just a fraction, but it was enough give for Seth.
It was not easy to inveigle Dean. His level of control when he put his mind to it was like nothing else, able to pull back for days until Seth would find himself holding on by his fingernails. Again, those winter shadows.
Or maybe he just took perverse pleasure in how much he could make a control freak like Seth sweat.
“You gotta start from the bottom,” Dean said, his grin so feral it was more like a snarl. He used the toe of his boot to nudge Seth’s good knee, drawing it purposefully up his inner thigh as he casually turned to the side for another cigarette.
Seth forced himself to breathe slowly through his mouth as a myriad of scenarios ran through his head. He chewed the inside of his bottom lip as the most obvious option came to mind, along with a knee-jerk twitch of embarrassment. Yet what grated on him the most was how his cock pulsed at the thought of what he was about to do.
Squaring his shoulders, Seth tightened his core so he could bend over without tipping too far, but just enough so that his nose touched the tongue of Dean’s boots. He inhaled the smell of fresh leather, smoky and erotic enough to overrule any of Seth’s earlier hesitation. He rubbed his nose against the laces and purposely brushed his hair against Dean’s calf.
Dean’s expression didn’t change, but he ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth as he took in the sight of Seth’s dark head, bent and reverent. He bit down on the muscle when Seth openly kissed the upper sole, the turn of his ankle.
Seth raised his head for a brief moment to share a heated gaze with his lover before moving to the other shoe. Dean swore he could feel Seth’s breath through the barrier, could hear the slight wetness as he started to do it in earnest.
Seth never did anything by halves, that wasn’t him. Just like Dean, when he committed, he did it all the way. So he kissed Dean’s shoes like he was kissing him, trying to convey how he was feeling, that mix of pride, love and unabashed surrender.
And binding all of that together like twine, an apology that he never really stopped offering.
Dean arrogantly cocked his head back when Seth went up to his knees. He fought to not close his eyes as the younger man kissed the inside turn, because Seth knew that it was an erogenous zone. Dean wanted so much to touch his cock when Seth flicked a tongue over the paper thin skin, the sensation more arousing than ticklish.
“You got it now,” Dean murmured, rolling his cigarette between his fingers as he took another drag. He blew it out slowly when Seth progressed to his inner thighs, the younger man noting the strain under the skin by keeping them open this long. Seth loved the slight jump under his lips as he kissed his way up, but stopping just where Dean’s shorts ended, which pleased the older man greatly that his boy had learned his lesson.
It was why he allowed Seth to graze his teeth over the area, leaving the faintest of bruises and the delicate prickle of his beard that caused goosebumps in its wake.
Looking down beneath his blonde lashes, Dean figured Seth’s muscles must have been aching by now, locked in one position for that long and from the effort of holding himself upright. He could see the sweat lightly beading across his shoulders and darkening the chest hair at his sternum.
“Hey.” Seth stopped when Dean nudged his knee against his cheek. “Colour?”
Seth swallowed, resting his head on Dean’s thigh in order to get some respite. “Green. I am good.”
Dean nodded. “Good boy,” he said under his breath before stubbing his cigarette out so that he could fully concentrate on what Seth was doing. He shivered when Seth kept rubbing his nose against his thigh, going back and forth between his open legs, leaving wet spots that rapidly cooled in the night air.
He gave the same treatment to his knees, rough-hewn against his lips and even down the strong slope of his calves, one of the few places where the scars were sparse. Seth felt himself harden even further, every touch just turning his senses up higher.
By this time Dean and Seth had pretty much had fucked every which way, there wasn’t a kink they hadn’t explored or any way that they hadn’t tasted each other’s bodies. There had been quickies in locker room showers, long evenings where all they did was make love, down to using every last item in their toy drawer.
And yet, here Seth was, getting so hard at simply being this close to him.
Dean’s lip curled in displeasure when he saw a silvery trail down one of Seth’s thighs, leaking, dripping from his cockhead, although the sight sparked a possessive lust in him.
“You know, you look like you are enjoying this too much Rollins,” Dean said, tracing the mouth of the whisky bottle with a fingertip while Seth deemed it safe to kiss his stomach. Dean would never have the physique of a bodybuilder or even one that was as cut as his lover’s was but Seth didn’t care. He loved Dean’s body, in all its iterations, from tracing the soft definition of his stomach with his mouth or squeezing handfuls of his chest.
“I am proving myself, like you asked me to,” Seth said impudently, but flinched when he felt Dean visibly stiffen. It was like a fine electric current running through him and it made that earlier cold knot in his stomach tighten again.
“I don’t know if this means that you’ve truly learned your lesson.”
In a flash Seth realised that Dean’s earlier remark had been facetious. Inwardly he cursed, he used to be much better at reading the other man than this. He had to be in the ring, no matter if they were fighting against each other or fighting together, and he would mostly get it right.
But Dean was nothing if not the shining example of unpredictability, which meant Seth would inevitably read the tea leaves wrong. That could mean anything from a lariat off the ropes, to Dean kissing him on the forehead and telling him that he loved him.
Seth clenched his jaw.
“What else can I do Dean?” Seth’s eyes were bright with molten splinters of gold as he faced Dean head on. “I will prove it to you as many times as you want, but I also want to know what would make you happy.”
A breath, a cold, bare whisper on skin, momentary panic like a blade across his throat.
“Don’t leave me,” Seth said softly, his tone so plaintive because he couldn’t stop the taste of salt at the back of his throat, and the fact that Dean’s blue eyes remained like stone, unmoved.
“Don’t worry, I am not the type to leave.”
Those words, said so pointedly, made Seth flush a deep red, memories spooling of an age ago. When Seth thought that all that mattered was titles and recognition.
All of those still mattered, but Dean’s forgiveness mattered more. It also served as a reminder that Ambrose never really played fair.
“How can I make you happy?” Seth finally said, so quietly that Dean had to strain to hear.
Of all the things Dean admired about Seth, the one that always made the top of his list was his strength, ironclad and anchored in bedrock. Add a stubborn streak and it made him bratty, add determination and it made him a champion.
Dean took another swig and dropped the bottle down with a muffled thud.
In a way Seth shouldn’t have been surprised at the abrupt change in Dean’s expression, his lips relaxing into an almost smile. Riding his mood swings was like riding a particularly temperamental bicycle almost.
“Why so serious Rollins?” Dean snarked, breaking the tension between them. “Maybe I just want to have some fun. Let’s make this a little more fun.”
“Fun?” Seth said, incredulous.
“I will give you a choice. Either you get the cock ring out and I will help you put it on, or you get the plug but you will have to try and get that in yourself.”
Seth’s eyelids fluttered as he ran over his options in his head, subtly testing his bonds and found that the ache had dulled somewhat. The ring would be easier, and he wondered if Dean was expecting him to choose that, but Seth didn’t want to be the only one who was wrong-footed constantly here.
“The plug,” Seth said determinedly, biting back a triumphant grin when he saw surprise flicker in Dean’s eyes, which just as quickly changed to something that looked like pride. Good, was the only thought in Seth’s head, the fact that he had impressed his lover made that earlier curl of worry melt away.
“I like being open for you, being available for you to slide your cock in,” Seth said huskily, detaching some of the hooks he had put in to hold himself back. It worked, because the admiration became more blatant, even if it was still cloaked behind a haze of nonchalance.
“Alright, don’t say I don’t ever treat you nice Rollins,” Dean said roughly, trying to cover up the earlier shake to his guardrails. From the back of the chair, he brought out Seth’s favourite anal toy, black and sleek with a flared base, thicker than usual around the stem, but still nowhere near as girthy as Dean’s dick was.
Seth drew a sharp breath when Dean brought the plug to his mouth and ran his tongue around the top. A taunt for sure, because Dean knew that this would just add to the sense of deprivation that Seth was feeling.
Dean emphasised this by tapping the toy on Seth’s bottom lip and smirking when the younger man gave it a brief suck. He then put it on the nearby side table, right next to a pump bottle of lube.
“Come on.” Dean leaned back and crossed his arms, inclining his head in the direction of the toys.
Wincing a little at the stiffness in his knees, Seth managed to get himself to his feet by putting some of his weight on Dean and headed over to the table. He wryly noted that in order to do this, it would have to be while fully facing his lover.
“He wants a show?” Seth thought, hooking his thumb on his shorts until it fell to the floor and he could step out of it. Raising his head, Seth kept his face impassive even as he fumbled behind him. Miraculously he managed to pump out a substantial amount of lube, getting it all over his hands and over the plug.
All the while maintaining eye contact with Dean who was now just drinking freely from the bottle of Jack. Seth purposefully arched his back, displaying his entire self to Dean’s searching gaze.
He knew how beautiful his body was, the lithe lines and sculpted furrows, and knew that Dean openly took his pleasure in it. He may have looked bored at Seth’s efforts, casually scratching the side of his face through his beard, but the fact that more of his cock was visible from his boxers told Seth exactly how he was affecting him.
It was only when Seth was sure that the toy was completely slathered that he bent his wrists and tried to get it close to his ass. He gave his lip a pronounced bite as he ran the plug the best he could around his hole, letting out a juddering breath when he felt the tip slip inside him, giving a silent prayer of thanks that he had the foresight to open himself a little in the shower.
He was also grateful for his long arms and flexible wrists as he forced his body to relax so he could accept more of the toy. Seth could already start to feel that familiar twinge of pain and pleasure as he stretched himself open, thicker than his fingers but still just as pleasurable. But just as he was getting into the groove of things, Seth lost his grip and almost dropped the plug.
“Shit.”
Dean, who had been watching all of this with his chin resting on his knuckles and a stoic look on his face, had to fight from leaning forward as Seth softly cursed under his breath. His gaze it seemed was directed towards somewhere over Seth’s shoulders, but he didn’t miss a thing.
But when Seth seemed to get genuinely flustered, Dean couldn’t stop himself interjecting. “Need a little help baby?” The older man said casually, but his features were pinched.
Seth registered the endearment but kept going out of sheer petulance. Fiercely shaking his head, he momentarily closed his eyes as he slowly stretched his rim, his heartbeat quickening when he managed to push past the widest point of the plug until the flared base was flat against his hole.
Seth let out a long, shuddery breath as his body tightened around the intrusion, the slick dripping from the cleft of his ass because he had used so much of it. Still, he couldn’t help the feeling of triumph from flooding him as he opened his eyes, assuming that Dean would be as pleased by the show as he was.
Instead, what he got was a cold shock when the first thing he saw was Dean’s sullen face, just on the fringe of anger. Seth felt a hot flare of irritation, it had been his idea for him to act like a fucking contortionist, and suddenly he wasn’t pleased?
Seth was getting tired of the emotional whiplash, he thought this evening would be pleasurable for the both of them, a chance for his partner to give him orders that he would happily follow. To remind Seth ultimately who it was that he belonged to.
But before he could tell Dean any of this, the older man spat out, “it is okay to ask for help you know.”
Sharp. Brusque. And then it hit Seth like a tonne of bricks.
As always with Dean, it was what was unspoken that echoed even louder, buried under the gravel of his voice was his frustration at Seth’s die-hard determination to be proven right. It chafed at a long-forgotten memory that had no reason to feel as raw as it did.
If you were unhappy you should have just said something.
Seth got it now, he truly did, and he felt a little ashamed at how quickly he had chosen to dismiss it. Ignoring the feel of the plug, Seth softened his shoulders and walked with quiet footsteps over to his lover, whose expression was now near unreadable.
Putting aside his reservations, Seth leaned over so that their foreheads were touching and simply whispered, “I know”.
He did know. For as strong as their bond was, there would always be a delicate element to it, because both of them would always change, their motivations, their passions, their purpose. Handling that got messy because neither were good at holding back, strong personalities did tend to do that, and a lot of little things often stacked until it became a wall between them.
That’s why sessions like this always served as a reset button, a reminder.
To Dean, who wholeheartedly believed that as long as he kept his partner happy that it would solve every problem, even to the detriment of his own emotions.
To Seth, who swallowed and felt everything so deeply that it became part of him, and his ephemeral heart that would never stop craving stability in spite of itself.
As they silently breathed in each other’s space, understanding finally settled in all the cracks that existed, which made Dean let go of his earlier anger. Maybe it was the warm touch of skin-on-skin, or the fact that Dean could smell sandalwood in Seth’s hair.
It would not solve everything but it shifted their emotions into something more earthy, more focused, so that they were both finally on the same page.
And they knew this when they opened their eyes, their wicked grins mirroring each other. Both were ready to play.
Because there was one thing they both did agree on, unsurprisingly enough.
Sex, lots and lots of sex.
“Turn around baby boy, let daddy see your asshole,” Dean smirked, the wood of the chair creaking as he draped an arm over the back.
Seth shivered as Dean shamelessly scratched at his kink, although to be fair it was a mutual pleasure of theirs. Dean got off on the mewling mess that Seth became when he pushed and praised in equal measure.
Slowly turned around, Seth couldn’t help doing so with a slight sway of his hips before leaning over so that Dean had an unobstructed view. He felt a prickle of pride at the way Dean’s breathing became noticeably heavier.
“So, so pretty,” Dean leered. “It’s a shame nobody else can see how pretty you are like this Rollins, hole stretched so tight, so perfect to take a big dick. But you won’t show this to anyone else will you? This is all for me.”
Seth gasped when Dean pressed a finger against the broad base, pushing the plug further in but still maddeningly nowhere near his prostate. He moaned low in his throat when Dean hooked two fingers around the base, near where Seth’s body was gripping on to it so he could twist it, back and forth. He loosened that tight furl of muscle by rocking the toy up and down so that it rubbed against his lover’s sensitive inner walls.
“You, all for you,” Seth groaned, his already wobbly knees growing weaker.
“How nice, but I am not sure how much you appreciate me.” Dean pushed the plug in as far as it could go, which made Seth keen. “Convince me baby.”
Seth’s cock fattened up even more as he once more fell to his knees so that he could pick up where he left off. This time though, he nuzzled and licked that tantalising trail of hair that led from Dean’s stomach to his sumptuous chest.
Dean had taken to not shaving again, which left the hair a thick and lush dark blonde carpet. His lover had a weirdly fickle relationship with shaving, sometimes liking how the clean look highlighted his musculature versus hirsute old school brutality.
Seth would never let Dean know which one he preferred, because in a relationship like theirs, power came in many sizes. But he was so close to giving the game away when he rubbed his cheek along Dean’s chest with clear abandon, the brush of the wire silk one of the most sensuous things he had ever felt on his skin.
He let out a hum that sounded close to a purr as he filled the nose with Dean’s scent, of tobacco and oak, peppery patchouli and musk. Seth darted a tongue out to give Dean’s right nipple a lick, and when he wasn’t reprimanded, started sucking on it in earnest, pulling at it gently with his teeth.
“Yes baby, that’s nice,” Dean drawled.
From the way that Dean’s cock was pressing itself against Seth’s stomach, it was clearly more than just nice. But Seth didn’t allow himself to dwell on it as he worried Dean’s nipple into a peak. He did the same for the other side, adding more restrained bites this time and nosing it until the skin pebbled.
When he was sure he had bruised it enough, Seth moved on to Dean’s collarbone, latching on to skin and sucking on it until he felt the blood pulse. By now he had put almost his full weight on Dean’s torso so that their chests were brushing together, heated and sticky.
“More,” Seth panted. “I want your cock, let me have your cock.” It wasn’t Seth pleading for the sake of fluffing Dean’s ego, every time he accidentally brushed against Dean’s prick, he automatically tightened around the toy, imagining something thicker filling him instead.
Dean clicked his tongue in mock disapproval.
“So demanding.” Dean gripped the back of Seth’s head so that he could bare his neck. Dean ached to sink his teeth into the smooth column but once again restrained himself, knowing that the payoff would be much more satisfying. “I am still not convinced.”
Dean leaned even closer until they were only a hairsbreadth apart, his lips so tantalisingly close that Seth was desperate to close the gap. Only to whine in frustration when Dean gave a small laugh and pulled back, depriving Seth of the chance for a closer intimacy.
“Let me suck your dick,” Seth said, his voice sultry. “That should convince you enough.”
“Confident cocksucker aren’t you?” Dean chuckled in dark amusement. “Sure, but you need to get my boxers off first.”
Seth arched an eyebrow as he tossed his hair over his shoulder. “No problem.”
Dean shuddered when Seth licked a long, wet path down to his waist. Biting the elastic, Seth tugged at the fabric with his teeth, frowning when he only managed to bring it down an inch. Frowning, he tugged at it again, making it clear to his lover that he would be willing to tear it off at this point.
Thankfully, Dean acquiesced a little by lifting himself a fraction off the chair so Seth could at least get the shorts down to his knees, although the younger man felt that this had more to do with Ambrose not wanting to ruin his boxers than help out his lover.
No matter, it was enough to bare his cock, his balls, enough to give Seth access. Seth ignored the shaft and instead went lower down, sucking one of his balls into his mouth, moaning softly around it and laving the dusky skin. Seth felt saliva trickling from the corner of his mouth as he moved to the other one.
“I have to admit Rollins, you do look good with my balls in your mouth,” Dean lightly jeered, even though the sensations he was feeling made his toes curl.
Seth ignored the jab and instead moved to Dean’s dick, fully erect and drooling pre-cum on his stomach. Not a hint of whiskey dick for sure. But instead of taking it into his mouth, Seth just kissed up the length of the shaft, with the same fervency as earlier. If anything, he was much more gentle, worshipping his cock and swallowing every bit of liquid.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Dean said with a heavy breath when Seth suckled the tip. It was still a challenge to do this with no hands, so all the younger man could do was open his throat so he could take more of Dean’s prick.
Seth fought back his reflex as he took him down halfway before moving back up, diligently bobbing his head so that he could take more with every downstroke. He hollowed his cheeks so that he could feel the flare of Dean’s cockhead rub against the ridges at the roof of his mouth.
He sucked so hard that his jaw ached and he felt wetness in the corner of his eyes, Dean’s cock so thick and full that his lips were pressed thin against the shaft. Seth felt the large vein pulse under his tongue and a steady stream of pre-ejaculate coat the back of his throat.
As the taste in his mouth grew heavier and muskier, Seth could feel himself stain the carpet, his cock completely hard and aching, his hips twitching of their own volition like he was humping the air.
For a split-second, Dean regretted imposing a no-touching rule to this whole game, because there was nothing more he wanted to do at this moment than fuck Seth’s mouth. Knew that Seth liked it too when Dean held his head and made his throat raw.
“Enough,” Dean grunted, even though his body seemed to chase Seth’s mouth as he withdrew. Seth took deep gulps of air to soothe his burning lungs but there was no mistaking the smile across his face.
“Was that good enough, daddy?” Seth asked, purposefully twisting his mouth into a pout even though the tone was far from coquettish.
But all of his defiance disappeared when Dean reached out to touch him, intentionally this time, cupping Seth’s jaw in the cup of his palm, liking it when his lover turned to kiss the deep grooves.
“What a good boy, you are such a good boy for daddy,” Dean murmured, saying those words in a manner that was borderline condescension and adoration. It made Seth feel hot, feel embarrassed, but above all, made him feel as horny as hell.
“Let me kiss you daddy, please.” With the taste of Dean so prominent in his mouth, Seth found himself feeling so bereft it hurt. He rested his head on Dean’s stomach and closed his eyes, just letting himself rise and fall with each breath.
“Not yet baby boy. But…”
Dean tilted Seth’s chin up so he could take in how wrecked he looked. His lips wet and red from fellating Dean, the skin above his beard pink with whisker burn, his pupils blown so wide his eyes were nearly black.
“But, I will let you ride me.”
Seth had to bite back a scream as Dean reached behind him and pulled the plug out with one swift motion. He let out a series of moans, muffled by Dean’s neck as the older man slid two fingers inside him and slowly pulled it out, followed by a large glob of lube.
Dean then used the same hand to slick up his cock, adding more from the pump bottle until he was fully coated. Holding on to the base, Dean shot him a look that seemed to say “get on with it” and patronisingly pointed towards his lap.
Swallowing hard, Seth straddled Dean, leaning backwards as much as he dared until he felt the head of his cock prod at his entrance. Biting his lip, Seth bore more his weight down until he felt the widest part of the head stretch out his asshole, making it past the tight ring of muscle until he managed to take part of him in.
“Tighten up,” Dean grunted, punctuating his words with a strong slap to one asscheek. It shocks Seth enough that he slides back all the way, until Dean’s balls are flush against his ass.
“Yeah, I like fucking your tight hole, spreading your cheeks so I can see how tight you are against my dick.” Dean gave a measured thrust upwards, which forced a needy sound out of Seth as he nudged his prostate.
“Nobody fills me like you Dean. Nobody else feels so good,” Seth moaned, grinding his ass against Dean’s thighs so he could get him in deeper.
Cupping the back of Seth’s head, Dean whispered in his ear, “you okay to move? What’s your colour?”
Seth simply nodded and whispered back, “green all the way baby.”
Dean leaned back and grinned. “Then ride me baby, ride daddy until you blow. Ride me like you will never get cock again.”
It was all the encouragement Seth needed to hear. He lifted himself up until he felt Dean’s cock almost slip out only to slam back down, causing both of them to moan. He barely took half a breath before doing it again, bouncing in Dean’s lap as hard as he could.
Seth knew he should take it slower but he didn’t want to. Screw going slow, they had been going slow the entire evening. All Seth wanted now was to get fucked, to fill himself with Dean’s dick so hard and so deep, that he could taste it in the back of his throat.
“Tell me how you feel Seth,” Dean said roughly, Seth’s desperation a potent enough aphrodisiac that it kneecapped his control. The use of his actual name almost made Seth come on the spot.
“I feel you, every bit of you Dean. Oh God you feel so good!” Sweat poured freely down Seth’s back as he chased his orgasm, only to find it still out of reach.
“Touch me, I need you to touch me. I want to come,” Seth was not above begging now. Hence why he whined in disbelief when Dean seemed to ignore the fact that he was a complete mess in his lap and instead reached for a cigarette.
It seemed that Dean would do anything to get the upper hand, even if it meant going for a smoke break mid-fuck.
“Dean, what the hell?” Seth cursed as Dean lit up and blew a cloud of smoke into the air.
“Last until I finish baby, and then…” Dean trailed off and took a slow drag.
“And then?” Seth said, his voice reedy from the strain of holding himself up, his cock red and wetting the lower part of Dean’s belly as he couldn’t stop his hips from twitching.
“Then I will kiss you baby boy,” Dean said, the softness of his tone belying his current actions.
So all Seth could do was grit his teeth, tamping down his urge to come as he watched Dean lazily smoke. But it wasn’t able to hide how blissed out he was starting to look, the booze smudging out the edges. Seth played into that by tightening up every time he slid down, deliberately drawing out his motions.
If Dean was going to make him wait, Seth was gonna make sure he was going to regret it.
“Dean… Dean… you know how crazy you make me.” Seth arched his back so that Dean could look at him unhindered, splitting himself even wider on his cock. So Dean could see how needy his cock was, how close he was to losing it all over his belly.
“Nobody fucks me as good as you. Sometimes when we are in the ring I wonder what it would be like to kiss you, so I can show the world that I belong to you. How I just want to undo your jeans and go down on you there and then, with everyone watching.”
“Seth,” Dean growled warningly, but Seth could feel his cock twitch.
“They would be horrified at first, but that is all pretend. Because in that moment they want to be me, they want to be the one that you are fucking.”
Seth sucked on his own bottom lip as he felt Dean start to tremble, almost crushing the cigarette between his fingers.
“But they can’t because I am yours.” Seth’s voice dropped to a whisper. “All… yours.”
Time froze between them as Seth’s words hung in the air, Dean’s eyes as dark as a storm.
“Fuck!” Dean tossed the half-finished cigarette into the ashtray before grabbing Seth’s face to kiss him, his lips rough and his tongue insistent. He fumbled with the straps holding Seth until his wrists were free. Seth felt all the blood rushing back in pins and needles but he barely registered it.
“Touch me Dean. Please, please.” Seth threw his head back when Dean gave his cock a pull, just a single stroke and he was coming, his lover’s name a constant on his lips as he spurted between their bodies, thick and hot.
Dean grabbed Seth’s quivering body in a bear hug as he fucked upwards, his lust unleashed now after a full evening of foreplay. He fucked Seth’s trembling body again and again, trying his hardest to draw it out, lashing at the boundaries of his control until he finally snapped.
“Jesus, fuck!” Dean groaned, his cock pulsing in long waves as he filled Seth full of his load, sticky and warm, filled him until he felt his spend drip from his asshole.
Seth’s heart felt like it was about to burst, but it was all distant thunder in his ears because Dean was kissing him again and this time he didn’t stop. It was as if because he had been holding himself back all evening, now he was making up for lost time, drinking Seth’s kisses in like wine and getting drunk on them.
Seth felt Dean still kiss him as he came back to himself, the buzzing in his ears and the static on his skin fading below his lover’s lips. On his nose, over his eyelids, nosing his beard and his collarbone.
After what felt like ages, but in reality was probably a few minutes, Seth finally spoke.
“So am I forgiven?”
It sounded frivolous but it was nothing but. No matter how hard he tried, Seth could not get rid of that dark, bitter fear that he was going to lose him one day.
Dean didn’t answer straight away, which Seth knew was just his personality. But he did breathe easier when Dean tenderly kissed his lashline.
“A while ago, but sometimes a reminder is a good thing.”
Seth sighed softly when Dean rubbed his sore arms, the gesture almost an apology that would have been out of character for him to verbalise. It was at that moment that he looked over at the night table and felt his heart constrict when he saw two silver rings stacked against each other.
His ring finger suddenly felt naked and he itched to put his back on and to put Dean’s back on for him. An impulse, after they had lost the tag titles the first time, after they reconnected, where in a fit of rage Dean said he would be tied to Seth one way or another.
Seth wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Dean felt Seth fidget in his lap, and reassuringly stroked the back of his head. “In a minute Seth,” Dean murmured into the darkness of his hair. “Love you baby.”
Seth soaked up Dean’s affection, but that didn’t stop him from uttering a small laugh.
“Where was the guy from earlier who wanted me tied up and begging,” Seth teased lightly, making only the slightest dent in Dean’s ego.
“Don’t flatter yourself, I just felt like playing with you this evening. Should have known you would be a brat about it,” Dean said, taking the sting out of his words by pushing a lock of hair behind Seth’s ear.
“You wanted me that badly huh?” Seth smirked at his husband, but a flash of something in Dean’s eyes made him still.
“I’ve always wanted you, from the minute you said hello.”
Seth felt the words set off every emotional tripwire he had set up around his heart, making him wonder if there would ever be a time and place where he wasn’t bonded to Dean. Where he wouldn’t love him, desire him or resent him.
Where that smile, that genuine smile, didn’t get to him like an arrow straight to the chest.
His tongue felt thick in his mouth the way you did when you couldn’t find the words. But Seth knew that searching for answers would be futile, like trying to chase the smoke from his husband’s cigarette. So he settled instead by burying his nose into the crook of Dean’s neck, it was much easier this way.
Ambrose really never did play fair.
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The End
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