Weekly update on my dribble-drabble from the Last Drabble Writer Standing :)

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Stifled whimpers flowed over the side of his face, sending a jolt straight to his rock-hard dick.

Fuck. His situation. And it was what was going on behind his back. Literally. The three of them sharing a hotel bed and Roman was fucking Seth.

I want you.

But Dean…

He's asleep.

Dean was lying on his side, his back towards them. He could see a silhouette mirror in the window. Roman… hovering over Seth, braced on his forearms… his hair pooling down like a veil. A hand rose to broad shoulders… travelling up… twisting into the long mane.

Loving… possessive…

He should have made himself known. He couldn't. Fucking didn't want to. It was too fucking hot to witness this, only… that it left him horny as hell.

A quiet mewl mingled with a low, rumbling groan…. made his cock twitch and he couldn't help but sneak a hand down to his own cock, setting for a steady but careful rhythm. Their hushed little sounds of pleasure washed through him… pushing him… It didn't take him long to get where they were already. Close… so close…

He bit his tongue hard as they came together and as his aftermath rolled through him, a contented little smile spread on his lips as he listened to whispered words of affection.

Maybe… they should share beds more often…

- Fin -