"Oh fuck"

Seth groaned as Roman slammed into him once more, hitting his prostate dead on. He couldn't believe the bigger man had reduced him to this, moaning and withering like a whore, almost on the verge of begging for more. Harder, faster, more, please. He briefly noticed the corners of Romans' eyes crinkle, a sure sign he was smirking behind that damn mask. Fuck his mask was perfect - they all had one but Seth couldn't deny that seeing Roman in his sent blood rushing straight to his cock. There was something about men in masks; it was mysterious, dangerous, sexy. And if Roman wore it for the rest of his life Seth wouldn't have a single complaint. As much as he wanted to rip his mask off, press his lips into Romans' surprisingly soft ones, he decided against it, because fuck there was something about it that made this so much hotter.

How they'd ended up in this position Seth would never know. They were celebrating their win with Dean in their locker room, originally planning on getting changed and heading out to get drunk, but Seth and Roman only had time to change their shirts before their tag team partner had disappeared from the locker room. Naturally they had gone looking for him, still half clad in their shield gear, when Roman had decided to drag Seth down what appeared to be a deserted corridor backstage, laying him on his back on one of the metal crates and pulling Seth's legs on his shoulders. He had managed to strip his younger lover completely on their journey down the corridor, somehow leaving him in nothing but his combat boots, the rest of his clothes leading a messy trail towards the couple. Roman himself was still mostly clothed. He'd traded his vest for a tank top, which was pulled over his head but remained on his shoulders, leaving his chest bare. His pants had been lowered enough to free his hard member, but in Seth's opinion he was still far too covered up.

"Fuck, yes, please, more, Roman"

That damn smirk was back, Seth could tell, even if it was hidden behind his mask. But fuck in that moment he had no shame. He didn't even care if they got caught here, as long as Roman finished the job. He wanted, needed to touch himself but every time he reached a hand down to grasp his neglected cock Roman shot him a warning look, so instead he settled for running his nails down Romans' chest hard, leaving a mess of angry red lines as he did so. He'd never felt so exposed, being fucking in an open corridor when anyone could find them, but he loved every second of it. He could tell Roman was getting close; he was thrusting into Seth hard enough to make the crate beneath him shake. He was so close, he hadn't even touched his own cock and he felt ready to explode - only Roman had the power to do this to him, only Roman could make him cum without jerking him off. He moaned, Roman hitting his prostate at a rapid pace and it was too much. His orgasm tore through him, his abs coated with his own release as Romans' thrusting got almost erratic, coming deep inside Seth only a few moments later. After a moment of catching his breath he looked up, eyes locking onto Romans' as he spoke.

"Roman?"

"Yeh?" he asked, his voice slightly huskier than usual.

"Don't ever get rid of that mask."