"Is there a clasp or something?" Roman asked, pushing Dean an inch forward so that he could see.

"Yeah, right in the middle." Dean grinned, sitting off onto his right thigh. "You pick back the hook and-" he felt the thing being cast aside. "Yeah, uh, like that." he turned a little sideways, smiling broadly, happy that he was finally de-Roddy'd.

Roman's bright yet subtle smile painted his features. He placed his right hand on Dean's right hip. His left hand trailed up Dean's thigh, lifting him back over his own. Once he was in place, he snaked his hand around his hard cock and stroked him idly. He watched Dean squirt some more lube into his palm. He reached behind him and coated Roman's length, readying him up for him. "Uhhhh god..." Roman hissed into Dean's neck, loving the feel of his warm, wet hand enveloping him. "Ready for me?"

Dean shivered. The hot breath he felt on his neck made him moan, the hand on his dick made his hips jut forward involuntarily. "Mmmhmm... just... one last thing?" he asked, taking his hands away and laying them on his knees.

"What is it?" he wondered what else Dean could possibly want.

"Take your hair down?" he whispered through a grin. "I don't like it all up and proper... I like it down, wild... and dirty."

Roman didn't need convincing. He reached up over his shoulder and tugged the hair tie free, shaking his long, black hair down over his shoulders. His hand landed on Dean's waist again, elevating him off his thighs, lining his head up to him. "Down, wild and dirty, huh?" he purred back, lowering his lover down onto him, spearing him down over his hard cock. His lips parted, sighing with pleasure as he slowly, steadily, eased into Dean.

Dean groaned long and hard when Roman entered him. He was going torture him for that comment... but, he meant every word, even if he meant it only to gear Roman up. "Oh... yeah." he growled softly through his closed jaw, releasing the pressure when he felt Roman filling him up to the hilt. A moan tore his lips open. "Oh god..." he sighed, feeling Roman buck his hips against his ass. "Aaah... dick!" he scolded weakly, through a gasped cry, swatting Roman's thigh with the back of his hand.

Roman caught his hand and laced their fingers together. "Mmmm, you love it... and you're full to the brim with it..." he growled into Dean's shoulder, getting used to the feeling of being completely buried within him. "So tight and hot." he whispered, bringing their twined hands up to his face. He kissed Dean's knuckles and let his hand go. He smiled when Dean simply laid his palm on his cheek and looked at him with such trust and adoration... and lust and need. He took back ahold of his hips and rocked his hips against his ass. "I love the feel of you... so much..." a hiss tripped off his tongue.

Dean dared to close himself around Roman. He shifted his weight, adjusting himself, riding him a little bit. He sighed and chuckled, high on him, lips apart and moaning quietly. Seeing Roman's reactions to his movements pleased him greatly. He looked so beautiful. "Cliche but, I love... the feel of you... inside me." he admitted, still riding Roman slowly. Every time he brushed over a sensitive bit, his voice hitched. Every little move. He brought Roman's face closer to his own and latched onto his plump lower lip with his teeth, slowly letting it go, grazing his skin, suckling it with his lips. He followed up with some short kisses, watching Roman's eyes flutter shut and ease open.

"You gotta stop doing this to me." he let Dean carry on the way he was going. The teasing was still his to dish out for now, he was loving it. Maybe too much.

"Hmm?" a purr was his reply.

Roman sighed. The sweet, tight heat surrounding him was starting to make him crazy. "You make me wanna go slow." he whispered with a smile, placing his lips fully on Dean's for a moment, drawing back just a few centimetres, reacting to Dean seating himself right back down. "My body wants to fuck you senseless." he growled, eyes darkening, Dean grinned at him. "But this... the slow, teasing... you're..."

"I'm what?" Dean kissed him quickly again, choosing to ride him faster, making Roman's body decide for him. He felt the grip around his hips tighten, bruising him. Roman's hips started to move underneath him. The roles had reversed. Control of the pace passed. He slid his hand into his hair at the roots and gripped tight when Roman angled his hips, changing position on him, brushing a particularly sweet spot. "Fuck!" he cried out, staring, boring holes into Roman's dark blue eyes. He loved the sudden change, like a switch had flicked on in his lover.

"Ah!" he growled at the way he grabbed his hair. It hurt but, he liked it. He made Dean's hips match his pace, thrusting fast but smooth. They met in the middle perfectly, skin smacking skin. "You... unnnh god... never mind." he closed his lips over Dean's and instantly begged him for entrance. He nearly hit a big red button labeled 'Mid-Sex Confession'. He mentally smacked himself, throwing himself into Dean, closing his eyes and burying himself in him.

He was enjoying himself far too much to press Roman further. He pushed his tongue against Roman's, moaning into his mouth, massaging his scalp with his fingertips, locking them when he hit a good spot. He started to feel the familiar sensation in his balls, the familiar, delicious throb inside of him, the bundle of nerves that Roman was striking repeatedly. The breaths in and out of his nose were getting shallower. A stream of pre-come dripped down the head of his cock. He took it in his free palm and stroked slowly, he was so hard it hurt but, it felt so good. It ached to get himself off but, he couldn't help it, teasing himself, swirling his thumb on the wet helmet of he rigid length blindly. His own eyes had slid closed, focusing all of his attention on the pleasure Roman gave him.

Their mouths broke contact with a hard cry from Dean. His swollen prostate was being ravaged by Roman's insistent, solid rod, relentlessly dragging over it. He squirmed in his grip, panting and shuddering with sheer joy. You couldn't kick the blissful look off his face. "Oh... shhhh-shit!" he growled through gritted teeth, his head dropping back on Roman's shoulder, messy curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. Grunts of pain and ecstasy ripped from him with every thrust Roman made, with every stroke he made with his fist.

"Ride me." Roman panted plainly into his ear, sounding as close as Dean felt, he was thrumming with the need to come, his cock surged inside of Dean's tight walls, throbbing with want. He slid his arms around him, one reaching to cup Dean's balls, the other taking his cheek in his hand, gently turning him to face him once more. "I want to watch my boy come apart."

Dean's frantic grunts stilled into breathy moans, feeling so full, Roman playing with his cinched nuts in his palm, his hand still on himself, tugging slowly. He could barely move for the weakness he felt, but he had to end it. For both of them. Roman looked like he was going to burst and Dean himself knew he couldn't take much more before his will shattered into a million pieces. His eyes were snapped open, honed in on his lover's contorted face as he made a move again, speeding up slowly. He rode up and down, cursing a river into the small space between them, dripping sweat, digging his nails into his thighs. Until his orgasm hit.

He totally lost it, eyes rolling back in his head as started to come, the first streak pouring over his hand, he growled Roman's name. A begging tone and his jumbled words were all he could muster, as a smiling Roman held him tighter, tethering him down, taking his dick out of his hand and pumping it, making him whine and scream. He emptied himself over his stomach and Roman's hand, settling back onto him. He threw his head back, his whole body shaking, grinding himself down hard, ass spasming around the full cock inside him.

Roman's moans intensified quickly after Dean was done, walls gripping him tight with his orgasm. "Beautiful." he hummed, pounding into his lover's body a few more times before spilling himself inside of him with a harsh groan. He panted hard until he was finished, holding on tight, digging his fingertips into Dean's flesh, easing off with an exasperated sigh of completion.

Dean looked over at Roman with a satisfied grin, panting softly, his thumb rested on Roman's kiss swollen lower lip, swiping over it. He saw Roman grinning back at him, like the cheshire cat, a soft chuckle rising from him. He pressed a chaste kiss to his jaw and eased himself off of him with a groan of loss, knocking off the music, turning off his phone. He crawled back over Roman, laying down on his heaving chest. He looked down at his man and lapped at the corner of his mouth playfully before contentedly resting his head next to his on the back of the sofa. "Hi." he whispered happily.

"Kitty comfy?" Roman joked breathlessly, running his hands around Dean's back, turning his head so that he could see him.

"Your body's my home." he gave him a little smile, gliding his fingers up and down Roman's tattooed bicep.

"As yours is mine." he purred back, looking over his face. He saw a questioning but, soft look in his eyes. He couldn't ignore it but, figured that he should try.

"Roman?"

"Yeah?"

"Y'know... you were saying your body wanted it hard... and then you stopped?"

"Mmmm?"

"What were you gonna say?"

Roman sighed. "Does it matter?"

"I'll never let you fuck me again." Dean stated pointedly.

"Wow, okay..." he chuckled. "Whatever it was, you can tell me." he smiled, laying his hand on Roman's shoulder. "I promise you, no weirdness."

Roman smiled at him, rubbing his back in small circles. "When you give it to me slow, like you were when you started riding me..." he took in a breath and ducked his head, hiding his face. "I just want to... love you."

Dean nudged Roman's face with his shoulder. His chest swelled red. "Well, that's okay."

He snorted, still burying his face in Dean's shoulder. "Bullshit." he chuckled.

Dean laughed with him and smacked his arm. "Look at me, asshole." he waited until Roman looked up at him, beet red in the face. "Rome, I know where you live. You know where I live. You're stuck with me."

"Hmm?" he raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I kinda, sorta... y'know... you too." he shook his head. Roman sighed.

"We're fuckin' useless."

"We are." Dean agreed, laughing a little before looking at Roman, who was looking into his eyes.

He gulped softly, swallowing his pride. "Say it so, I don't have to?" he whispered coyly, flushing red, ducking his head again.

"No, dipshit, you first! You brought it up." he goaded, inching closer to him. He lifted Roman's face back to his, putting the tip of his thumb in between his lips, parting them. "Come on." he whispered passionately.

"Alright, alright... I love... you." he whispered back, sighing a smile.

Dean grinned at him. "Wasn't so hard was it?" Roman shook his head. "Right." he cleared his throat and moved to press himself up off of Roman. "I need a shower."

"Oh, is that it?!" Roman stared at Dean, grabbing his arms and flipping him over, pinning him to the sofa. "You make me say I love you but, you. Oh, no, you dodge off."

"I'm not dodging!" he laughed, struggling in his arms. "Awww, c'mon Rome, lemme go?"

"Don't 'Rome' me, Dean!" he narrowed his eyes at him. "You can't say it can you? Not got the balls." he growled, shaking him by his upper arms. He rolled his eyes. "God... I'm a fool."

Dean shook his head. "Fine, Roman." he snarled, getting impatient, shoving Roman's chest. "Get the fuck off me..." When he didn't budge, he whimpered. "I'm dirty. I need a wash."

Roman cocked an eyebrow at him. "You are dirty." he nodded, unmoved. He lurched forwards, pressing his weight down on Dean. "Just the way I like you." he smiled.

Dean snorted. "Ha, shut up..."

"I won't do what you tell me, baby." he shook his head. "No chance. You don't get to make me tell me I love you. You don't. Not at all."

This time, Dean grinned. "But, I did."

"You tricked me."

"Yeah, I did."

Roman suddenly looked crestfallen. "Why?"

"Because..." Dean gulped. "Because, I knew that'd be the only way I'd get you to express your feelings for me, Roman."

"That right?" Dean nodded. "Well, maybe you're right but, I do feel that way about you. I just find it hard."

He smiled. "So do I. Now, lemme shower."

Roman sat up over Dean's hips, letting go of his arms. "Right, so, you can't feel the same as I do about you, then."

"I never said that."

"You don't love me." he pouted sadly.

Dean growled impatiently, kicking the side of the sofa, eyes burning a hole in Roman's chest. "I do love... you." Roman smirked. "Fucking asshole." Dean sighed, covering his face. "You tricked me too..."

"Wasn't so hard now, huh?" Roman grinned, leaning back down over Dean. "D'you really?"

"Yeah, I do."

He swept a lock of curly hair from Dean's face, kissing his lips. "C'mere... dirty, sexy bastard."

- FIN -

A/N: Thanks to you all for reading, favourite-ing, following etc. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Much love x