"So how do you want to do this, then?" Ro asked, his wrists still caught in Dean's grip. He glanced pointedly at the hands that held him, an amused smirk crossing his lips. "You gonna take over from here, or what?"

"Take over? You mean like, do what I want to do?" Dean asked in return, a slight tone of disbelief in his voice.

"Well, yeah," the big man confirmed, his smile growing wider. "You said yourself that if I was a chick, you'd know exactly what to do, so go ahead...pretend I'm a chick. Here, I'll even do this for you, if that makes it easier to visualize," he said, lifting up his head and pulling out the elastic that was holding his hair back in a low bun, his silky black mane pooling into a dark halo around him.

Dean shook his head and laughed. Of course, Roman still didn't look even remotely feminine, but the sight of him lying back passively was all it took for Dean's mind to start spinning with ideas.

Before Ro could say anything else, Dean climbed over him and brought his mouth down onto the other's lips, kissing them aggressively. He held most of his body weight off of the Samoan, except for his hips, which he began to grind against the stiffness below him.

As Dean continued to press their hard cocks together between the taut flesh of their stomachs, he nudged Roman's head aside and latched onto the side of his neck, licking and sucking at the tense cords just below the skin. The feeling of Ro's heartbeat pulsing under his tongue caused a strange stirring within him, and a devilish grin spread across his face as he sat back and began to move lower.

Roman opened his eyes again once he felt Dean moving away and moaned in protest. "Where ya goin'? Don't leave me like this," he pleaded.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, believe me. I just wanna..." Dean trailed off, gazing down at Ro's crotch.

"NO- ...uhh, I mean, you don't have to do that," he replied, suddenly reaching down and covering hiimself with his hands. "Look, this might sound crazy, but can we just...not make this all about my dick? Please?"

"But I was gonna lick it...and maybe even suck it," Dean offered, hoping to entice him. He licked his lips and grinned, proud of himself for being so bold. "Don't you want that?"

Ro felt himself throb under his palms as the words left Dean's lips. "Of course I want that. You have no idea how much I want that...how long I've been fantasizing about how your mouth would feel on me. But..." he looked away, still unsure.

Dean sighed, a pang of empathy washing over him. He leaned back over the big man and gently brushed an errant tendril of hair out of his face. "Hey- it's ok. I won't. I promise. I only want to make you feel good."

"Ok...but I want to make you feel good too," Ro said quietly, his expression softening as he tried his best to relax and take the smaller man at his word.

"Well you know what would really make me feel good right now? Doing this," Dean replied, slowly peeling Roman's hands away from his junk and moving down to kiss a trail down his abs, strategically avoiding the hulking column of meat that twitched menacingly nearby. He continued downward, slathering Ro's bronze, muscular thighs with his wet affections and nipping at any particularly tasty-looking spots he encountered along the way.

Within moments, Roman was squirming and panting, his sounds muffled by a knuckle bitten between his teeth, eyes squeezed shut seemingly in anticipation of...something.

Dean looked up and flashed a knowing smirk, then smoothly grabbed the Samoan behind the thighs and rolled his hips up, spreading his legs wide apart and exposing him fully.

Ohhhhh man, here we go...into the great unknown...

"You wanna feel my mouth on you? Huh?" Dean asked, his kisses moving closer to his goal. He lazily circled his tongue around it, but purposely held back until he got a consenting response.

"Fuck...yes," Ro huffed. "Please."

Dean released a gruff moan as he dove straight in, licking up and over the tiny, twitching hole, desire surging throughout his body as his head filled with the sound of the other's enthralled moans. He licked and kissed and sucked, his tongue gradually teasing open that tense orifice and driving Roman into a frenzy in the process.

"Yeah...unhhh...that's good...fuck, that's good," Ro gasped, his upper body arching back against the plush cushions.

"Oh yeah? You like my tongue in your ass, do ya?" Dean inquired, pausing momentarily to verbally instigate. "You want more?"

Without saying a word, Roman sat up and flipped over onto his hands and knees, then dropped his head and shoulders down and looked back. "Yes. Don't stop," he urged, his voice wavering with arousal. "It feels fuckin' amazing."

Wow...REALLY?

Dean was somewhat taken aback by his friend's enjoyment of this act, mainly because he would have never imagined Roman allowing himself to be put in such a vulnerable position. He found himself wondering if perhaps he had been a bit too hasty in declaring his own backside off-limits.

"Hold on a second- I gotta go get something. Don't move any of those beautiful muscles, k?" Dean said as he jumped up suddenly, giving Ro's butt a playful smack before scrambling off into the bathroom. He came back out a minute later with one hand behind his back and a cocky smile on his face, ready to give Roman what he thought would be the surprise of his life.

It turned out to be more of a surprise for Dean, however, as he walked back over to the couch, his grin melting into a slack-jawed stare. Ro had obediently stayed in place and not moved a muscle, save for the hand he had moved down between his legs and the middle finger that was now working its way inside of him. His eyes were closed in concentration, tongue flicking out over his upper lip as he pressed the digit in further, clearly enjoying himself.

Wait...has he...done this before?!

"You little slut, you...you just couldn't wait," Dean said as he quickly came up from behind and circled Roman's hips with his hands. The bigger man jumped a bit when the contact was made, but instead of moving away, he moaned louder and arched his back, sticking his gorgeously rounded hind end higher into the air.

"Mmhmm...it just felt so good, I didn't want it to stop," Ro purred, his finger still working slowly in and out.

"Well lucky for you, it doesn't have to. I got something right here that I think you might like," Dean answered, popping open the lube bottle and using it to slick down the slim jelly dildo he had unsuccessfully tried to use on himself earlier.

As Roman took his hand away, his finger was quickly replaced by the shiny purple toy, the tapered end sliding smoothly into his slippery opening. Dean was shocked at how easily it went in, and even more shocked when, mere moments later, it was buried fully inside that flexing channel. Ro's moans began to increase in volume as Dean plunged the fake phallus in and out, trying to give his recipient as much pleasure as possible.

"Man, it must feel really good if I've got you on your knees, moaning like a two-dollar whore," Dean observed, leaning back to peek in between trembling thighs. Ro's cock was throbbing visibly, a long, clear string of pre-cum stretching from the oozing tip all the way down to the couch cushion beneath him. He was grunting softly and pushing back hard against the force of the dildo, desperately trying to get more inside of him.

"Unhh...harder...I need more," the big man pleaded, looking back at Dean, his gray eyes clouded with lust.

"Harder? I don't know if I can do it any harder...this thing is pretty bendy," Dean replied, attempting to jam it in more forcefully even though the lube was making the end difficult to hold onto.

"Fuck- I just...it needs to be harder. Something bigger."

"Bigger?! But...this is the only dildo I ha-"

"Fuck me," Ro finally begged, waving his ass back and forth shamelessly. "Please."

WHOOOAAAAAAA SHIIIIITTTTTTT IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

Dean's color drained from his face as he looked down at his rock-hard erection, which was also eagerly dripping and coating his shaft with wetness. Grasping it in his palm, he squeezed and let out a gasp, the reality of what he was about to do hitting him like a ton of bricks. He swallowed his inhibitions and moved closer, kneeling directly behind the waiting Samoan.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dean asked, slapping his cock into the valley of Roman's ass crack and sliding it back and forth.

"Yes. Please, fuck me...put it in me, now...PLEASE," he responded, his normally deep voice a strained whine.

Ok, here goes nothin'...

Resting a hand on the small of Roman's back to steady himself, Dean lined up the head of his dick and gingerly pushed in. Ro's greedy hole twitched around him as he sank further into that welcoming tunnel, and before long he was fighting the overwhelming urge to thrust harder, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch.

"Fuck, that is soooo hot," Dean growled, watching the puckered ring of muscle try to hold onto his slick shaft as he partially withdrew it. "You know, I always thought you were sexy, but damn...this is like, some next-level shit, man."

Roman reached back and abruptly grabbed Dean by the hips, pulling him forward and driving him back in until that thick cock was lodged fully inside of his ass. "Harder...fuck me harder...as hard as you can. I can take it," he demanded between sultry moans.

"God...you're a little cock slut, aren't you?" Dean said as he reached up and gathered Ro's hair into a ponytail, then twisted it into a shiny black coil and wound it around his wrist. He grabbed it at the base of the other's neck and thrust back in hard, determined to give his lover what he so obviously needed.

"Yeah, take it...that's it," he grunted, his hips slamming against resilient haunches, the larger man's repeated cries of "Yes- yes- yes- fuck YESSSSSSSSS" ringing in his ears.

After a few more moments, Dean noticed Ro's body was vibrating, his moans now shallow gasps. Through clenched jaws, he keened, "Shit, I'm gonna c- unhh YESSSS" as Dean's pistoning member plowed against his prostate and set him off like a fireworks show. His cock throbbed and released a stream of hot cum that poured from the bulbous head like milky syrup and drenched the couch cushion below, his full-throated cries of ecstasy signaling his utter satisfaction.

Dean held on as best he could while Roman rode out his orgasm, trying desperately to hold off his own. Once he seemed to have relaxed a bit more, Dean started to pick up the pace again, this time ready to go over the edge with wild abandon. "Oh my God, I am so ready to bust a nut...you're just so fucking good," the blonde muttered, his thrusts getting quicker and more urgent.

"Wait- I wanna watch you come. Hang on a second," Ro interrupted, pulling away until the cock inside him came all the way out. He flipped over onto his back once more and pulled his legs up, then pulled Dean down on top of him. The two men began to kiss, mouths clashing in a heated embrace as their bodies writhed sweatily against one another.

Before he knew it, Dean was groaning again, that maddening, squeezing heat engulfing his straining muscle and milking it deliciously. His cock had somehow found its way back in on its own, and suddenly he was up to the hilt inside his best friend and seconds away from the point of no return.

Ah well...FUCK IT...

He buried his face into the side of Roman's neck again as he made his last thrusts his hardest, drilling that pliant hole right up until the last second, when all of that exquisite sensation built to a peak and crashed down over him. He moaned ecstatically as he felt his release pulse out of him and into that spasming tunnel, and even though Dean was in his own little world, he could still hear the other man's gasps as he felt himself being filled up with hot cream.

Once Dean was fully spent, he slowly pulled out and got up to retrieve a towel with which to clean up the considerable mess. He made a quick stop in the kitchen as well and returned to the couch with a ratty t-shirt and two bottles of beer in his hands, saying, "I ran out of clean towels, but here...you can just use this," as he handed him the wadded-up garment with one hand and gave him a beer with the other. "Oh, and thought you might want one of these, too...I know I'm pretty damn thirsty right about now."

"Mmm, beer...gimme," Ro replied, dropping the shirt into his lap and grabbing the bottle out of Dean's hand.

"Wait- don't drink it yet... I wanna make a toast first," the smaller man implored, holding his beer out between them. "To pleasant surprises. Oh, and to PBR," he declared, the cocky grin reappearing on his face.

Roman instinctively held up his bottle and clinked it against the other, but the look on his face was one of confusion. "You dumbass, this isn't even Pabst Blue Ribbon- it's Corona," he said bluntly, shaking his head at his friend's error.

"Nah, man, not the beers. I'm talking about something way better...to Power Bottom Roman," he said, holding his bottle up to his lips and draining half of it in one gulp. He let out a satiated "ahhhhh" which turned into a loud burp that echoed off the sparsely furnished walls. Instead of apologizing, he simply laughed at his own ridiculousness and shrugged.

Roman rolled his eyes and took a pull from his beer, albeit a much more civilized gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, "you know, if you were anybody else saying that, I'd slap that grin clean off your face, but...I can't deny it, it was awesome...and I'd gladly do it again."

"Well, I mean, maybe next time we can...like...try some other stuff too," Dean mentioned, trying to sound casual as he sat down at the end of the couch. "I think maybe I need to be more...open to things when they come up from now on."

Roman smiled, then his expression darkened into something more serious. "Oh, I'll see to it that you get opened up just right, man. Juuuuuust right."