"Fuck...yess...I do, and I will," Dean moaned, pulling himself away and back into his former position, this time squeezing himself into the spot created between Roman's parted legs. He exhaled sharply as he placed a hand on the back of each thigh and ran them up, circling the sloping curves of Ro's behind gently.

"Oh, come on, I know you can do it harder than that," Roman urged, arching his back and sticking his ass out further.

"Ok then, you asked for it," Dean replied, leaning his weight into firm, deep strokes. He tried to concentrate on breaking up the tension in Roman's glutes, shifting pressure from one side to the other, but soon the Samoan began to moan again, this time louder and more urgently.

"Fuck...yeah...that's good, baby," Ro groaned, "You're so good at this." He didn't tell Dean, but beneath him, pressing tightly against the pillow, his cock was throbbing with excitement. "Keep going...don't stop."

Dean raised an eyebrow at Ro's behavior, and he started to wonder if maybe his friend was starting to like this kind of treatment a lot more than he was letting on. He decided to test the waters by letting his thumbs dip down into Roman's ass crack as he squeezed both cheeks together, hoping it wouldn't earn him a smack in the mouth, but was pleasantly surprised when instead he was rewarded with more juicy moaning from the dark-haired man. "Sorry, but...you got a lot of oil collecting down there," he mentioned, trying to sound innocent as he ran both thumbs back up along the same path, spreading them apart and letting the firm muscles slide through his grip. As he did so he got a breathtaking view of Ro's perfect little hole, slick and maddeningly vulnerable.

Dean suddenly had to fight off the urge to bury himself inside that enticing orifice right then and there. The feeling of the power shift ignited Dean's arousal, and he reacted by digging fingers into cheeks with every bit of tortured effort he could muster. Ro gasped and squirmed, hips rocking back and forth as he simultaneously humped the pillow and rubbed his asshole against Dean's wandering fingers. "Yeah...that feels good. I can see why you like it when I do it to you," he confessed, blushing.

"Oh yeah?" Dean said, a devilish smile spreading across his face. "Well, y'know, there is one more thing I can try that might help you. It's kind of a...different technique, but I'll tell ya, I was relaxed as fuck afterward when Seth tried it on me."

Roman looked back over his shoulder, scowling. "Aww man, it's not from one of Seth's weird sex books, is it?"

"Uhm, no...well...maybe?" Dean replied, unsure of the correct answer. "C'mon babe, have I done anything so far that you haven't liked?" He said reassuringly, circling Roman's haunches with slippery palms as he leaned in, waiting for a response.

"Mmmm, no, not at all. So...I guess you can do whatever. Just promise me one thing, ok? Keep your dick out of my ass. That's my one rule," Ro said, trying to sound authoritative, but feeling a little helpless at the same time.

"Oh...I can do that," Dean answered, actually relieved to have some kind of boundaries set for him. He did take note that Roman didn't say to keep everything out, however. "I'm gonna need some more oil first though."

"That's right baby, get it nice and wet," Ro encouraged, shifting slightly so that his ass was perched atop the pillow, legs spread wider apart.

Dean poured the oil in a stream down the center line, using his fingers to scoop up the excess that started to run down onto Roman's balls. He took the opportunity to massage them as well, rolling them back and forth in his palm. This drew deep, pleasured moans from the dark-haired man's throat, and he couldn't help but notice that Roman was grinding his leaking cock into the pillow even harder.

"Ok, here we go," Dean said once he had himself in position. He circled the small entrance with the pad of his finger and pushed very lightly, but due to the excessive lubricant, Roman's asshole practically sucked it in. He watched in rapt attention as it continued penetrating further, until it was in up to the second knuckle.

"God, baby, you're so slippery back here," Dean said, his own dick pulsing hard as Ro's tight channel squeezed his finger like a vise. "And sooo fucking tight," the blonde growled through gritted teeth. He had to find something to rub his dick on or he was going to go crazy. He moved over to straddle Roman's upper thigh, keeping his finger in place. Once he was settled over it he leaned forward a bit, dragging his cock back and forth. It wasn't quite wet enough, so he used his other hand to slicken his pole with lube, moaning at his own touch. "Fuck, Rome, you're driving me nuts here," he whined, grinding against glistening flesh.

Just as Roman was about to respond, Dean pressed downward with the finger, tapping against his prostate. He slid the finger in and out slowly and repeated the same motion. Roman's head immediately snapped up and he let out a yelp that snapped Dean out of his trance.

"FUUUCCCKKKKK! What the fuck did you just do to me? Holy shit..." Ro shouted, gripping the pillow under his head tightly.

"Haha, you like that, huh? Don't lie, remember, I know." Dean replied cockily.

"It felt like I was gonna cum just then...even though I wasn't. Or maybe I was. I don't know," Ro gasped, dazed.

"I can make you cum just from doing that if you want." Dean pressed down again, this time keeping up a steady rhythm as he stimulated that sweet spot. Roman's ass clenched as he thrust down into the pillow, growling like a wild animal. "Fuck yes, don't you dare fucking stop," he cried as the sensation from the initially uncomfortable tapping soon blossomed into a warm, buzzing heaviness that seemed to radiate from deep within him. His cock felt harder and bigger than it had ever been in his life, and the more Dean nudged against that magic spot, the closer Roman was to exploding. "I'm real fucking close," he moaned lustily, moving his body in opposition to the probing finger.

"Oh really?" Dean inquired, withdrawing the digit abruptly and moving back to straddle those fine globes. He laid his dick in the valley between them and ground back and forth. "Well then maybe I should work on getting myself off too," he growled, watching those cheeks try to swallow it up.

"Whatever you gotta do, baby," Roman huffed, the added force pushing his throbbing cock harder into the soft surface below. "I trust you. Just please...make me cum like that. I gotta know what it feels like."

"No problem, babe. I'm gonna make you absolutely ruin that pillow, though," Dean warned, still moving his lubed cock up and down in that warm crevice and thrilling at the sound of the larger man's breathy moans as he did so. "God damn, you're too fucking much," he said quietly, feeling his own excitement approaching a peak. "Hope you're ready for this."

He swiftly hopped back over to Roman's thigh and worked his finger back into the clutching hole, pressing down hard and shaking it back and forth slightly. "Come on baby, let me milk that big load out of you. Just let it happen," he urged, his hard cock sliding around between his own abs and Ro's leg. He leaned over the Samoan's back once more, making sure he heard his words. "Better hurry up, or I'm gonna get there before you and cum all over your pretty ass. Is that what you want?" he asked, pressing harder and faster against the swollen gland.

"Fucccckkkkk...I don't care, just please- don't stop," he begged, writhing in overwhelming pleasure. "Yes...right...therrrrrrre-" he whined, his whole body shuddering as he released, his straining cock gushing out spurt after spurt into the pillow. His asshole gripped Dean's finger as his orgasm just seemed to keep rolling through him.

"Fuuuccckkk, that's so hot, baby," Dean groaned as he grabbed his cock and pointed it toward Roman's contracting asshole, stroking it hard. It throbbed and he exploded, spraying his load directly into the Samoan's crack. He withdrew his finger and watched in ecstasy for a few moments as his frothy cum dripped down into that teasing opening. "Soooo dirty...even without putting my dick in it."

Dean jumped up off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean himself up, coming back after a couple of minutes to offer a towel to Roman. When he got closer he heard soft snoring and realized that the large man had passed out before he even had the chance to change position, a very contented smile on his face.

Dean grinned proudly, looking down at his fingers. "Fuckin' magic, man."