Dean sat straddle Bray's waist, unsure what to do now that he had the bigger man incapacitated. He bunched Bray's shirt up under his beard and with the tip of his knife, carved a crude heart shape over where Bray's should be. "I know you got a heart in there somewhere. It's beating kinda hard at the moment, ain't it big boy?" Dean's own heart jumped to his throat when he heard the thin chain between the handcuffs pop. In one swift movement Bray knocked him to the floor and set up, throwing Dean's t-shirt aside and untying his boots from the footboard. No sooner than Dean found his footing, Bray shoved him back against the wall and pinned him there, pulling the smaller man's legs up around his waist. With some effort he tore Dean's shirt away, leaving the blonde's torso exposed to him. Dean yelped in surprise when Bray's teeth sunk into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood. "The hell, man?" Dean choked out, startled. "No one said I'd be gentle." Bray mumbled against his skin as he explored Dean's throat, grinding into Dean's crotch as he nipped at Dean's collarbones. "Remember, you're the one that wanted this." Bray commented as Dean pulled his hawaiian shirt and the muscle shirt beneath it over his head and tossed them aside. "Don't pretend you're not getting anything out of all this." The rough brick texture of the wall behind him scratched Dean's skin, the pain spurring him on. He moved to kiss Bray, but the larger man turned his face away. "That's for love making. This is anything but." He stated, pausing to bite Dean's shoulder again. He decided to give into Dean just this one time. Give him what he wanted so desperately. He had never been with another man before, but there was a first time for everything.

Deciding that there was too much clothing between them, Bray pulled Dean away from the wall, supporting the smaller man's weight with one arm. He dumped Dean onto the bed harshly before stepping out of his boots, kicking them aside in the growing pile of clothing around the room and disposing of his socks. Dean kicked out of his boots and socks as well, fumbling with his belt. Bray pushed his hands aside and did the task himself, removing the belt in one fluid motion. As his fingers began unbuttoning his jeans Dean reached in his pocket and tossed a small bottle of lube onto the bed beside them. "You came prepared." Bray mused as he leaned over Dean, his hands spreading fire over every bit of skin he touched. Dean seized the opportunity to grab the other man around the neck and pull him forward into a crushing kiss. As Bray tried to move away Dean bit his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed. Bray paused to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing blood across his lip and driving Dean crazy. Bray allowed him to pull him in for another kiss, this time running his tongue over the fresh wound. The metallic taste of Bray's blood in his mouth spurring him on as Bray's hand slipped between them and grasped Dean's erection, stroking him through his jeans and causing Dean to whimper against his lips. "You've waited so long for this, haven't you?" Bray bragged against his lips as he fumbled with the zipper on Dean's jeans. "Do you dream about this, Dean-o? How many times have I laid siege to your body in your dreams?" "You talk too fucking much." Dean retorted as he lifted his hips, aiding in having his pants pulled away. He managed to push Bray's white pants down with his feet, encouraging the larger man to go ahead and remove them./div

Bray resumed his place between Dean's legs, their boxers the only thing separating them from full skin contact. He raked his nails down Dean's chest until he reached his boxers, causing the other man's skin to prickle. His big hand slipped beneath the boxers, wrapping around Dean's manhood. Dean moaned at the contact, throwing his head back against the mattress. Bray's long strokes felt so good as he moved his hand slowly, making Dean make noises that he never had before. Bray's hands spread an electric fire through his body, making him feel like he would burn from the inside out before they were through. Abruptly he stopped, pulling Dean from the bed and to his knees on the floor. Bray kicked out of his own boxers, freeing his impressive manhood to Dean. His hands tangled in Dean's hair, pulling him closer. "I didn't volunteer for all of this." Dean mumbled, wrapping his hand around Bray. The bigger man chuckled, the laughter reverberating through his body. "What? Scared this'll make you less of a man? Will this make you my little whore?" He chided and Dean tightened his grip painfully around him. If he was going to do this, he was going to rock Bray's world in the process. Give the asshole something to remember. Shutting his eyes tightly, he took Bray into his mouth. The brunette drew in a deep breath as Dean started moving, his mouth working in tandem with his hand. "You're pretty good at this." Bray mused. "You been practicing on Seth and Roman?" He laughed when Dean's grip tightened on him again. After a few blissful moments Bray pulled Dean to his feet, forcing him back on the bed again.

He reached for the small bottle again and paused to remove Dean's boxers. Finally there was no fabric left between them. Just searing heat. He reached up to Dean's mouth, forcing him to suck on his fingers. "Good boy." Bray readied himself and without warning pushed all the way into Dean. The smaller man yelped, biting down on Bray's fingers. Bray grinned deviously, relishing in the pain on the other man's face. He moved very slowly, watching the tension drain from Dean's face. His nails dug into Dean's hips as he tortured himself as well, moving ever so slowly. Dean grunted beneath him, bucking his hips against him. "Pick it up, will ya?" "Why don't you ask nicely? Let me hear it Ambrose." Dean sighed in frustration beneath him with his hands pulling at Bray's hair. "Fuck me." "What?" Bray asked, pretending he couldn't hear him. "Fuck me. Please. You're killing me here." He added as Bray moved in again slowly, just barely hitting his sweet spot and making stars explode behind his eyelids. "Look at me, Dean. Tell me what you want." Dean opened his eyes and through gritted teeth admitted "I want you to fuck me." Another devious smile spread over Bray's face. "And what's my name?" "Jesus fuck. Just get on with it Bray." The larger man pulled back and slammed into him forcefully, making Dean's entire body quiver. As he moved quicker Dean grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him closer and crushing his lips with a kiss. Bray's hand found it's way to Dean's throat as he rocked against him, forcing Dean's body against him with his free hand. Dean reached for his own erection and Bray pushed his hand away. "No. You don't come until I say so." He commanded, his grip tightening on Dean's throat and the broken handcuff digging at Dean's chest. He began slamming into Dean fast and forcefully, hitting Dean's spot every time. The smaller man moaned beneath his hand, his own hands pulling at Bray's long hair. "Oh fuck." He moaned as Bray began panting above him. "Is this what you want, Dean?" He growled at his pushed further into Dean, filling him completely. Dean, finally at a loss for words, couldn't answer with Bray's hand around his throat. /div

Bray pulled away from him and he whined at the loss of contact. "On your knees." Bray commanded, guiding Dean to his knees on the bed. His fingers raked Dean's back as he filled him again, the new angle allowing him the access he really wanted. His fingers pulled at the smaller man's hair, shoving his face into the pillows. Dean growled under him, coming close to the sensation he was waiting so patiently for. Bray reached around him, stroking him several times and Dean came against the bed, spilling across the sheets and Bray's hand. He moaned under Bray as he continued, rocking his hips back against Bray as hard as he could. Bray came, filling Dean with his warmth as he panted over his back. "Good boy." He commented in Dean's ear before he collapsed on the bed beside him, totally spent. Bray panted beside him, his hands lazily winding in Dean's hair. The smaller man moved on lay on top of him, but Bray pushed him away. "You got what you wanted." Bray huffed. "I don't do the whole cuddling deal." Feeling like business between them was finished, Dean slid from the bed gently. He winced as he stood, sore as hell. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." He threatened with his back turned, missing Bray's most sinister grin. "Cross my heart." He teased, crossing over the crude heart shape Dean had carved into his chest. He glanced back at Bray one last time from the doorway. "You're welcome." Bray jeered. "Fuck you Wyatt." "I think you just did." He said with a laugh as Dean closed the door behind him.