Renee joins them back several moments later, Seth having paid the stripper Kevin for another lap dance. Roman's jaw is clenching and unclenching tightly as he waits for Renee.

"What did he say?" He says quickly, standing up with the shorts clutched in his sweaty hands, the hostess looking a little frazzled.

"He said that…you can speak with him in his changing room." She motions for Roman to follow her then and the Samoan isn't sure what this means.

Maybe he wants to negotiate more money? That's fine. Roman would shell out any amount, would drop thousands to lick the bottom of those platforms. The businessman is going to tell his friend where he's going, but with Kevin's arms firmly wrapped around Seth's neck, he doesn't bother.

He's too eager anyways, nearly tripping over his disgusting expensive Italian shoes as Renee leads him to the back parts of the club. This areas are sleek, sexy, and modern as well but the thumping beat of the music fades as they make it past several rooms. He's left outside of a discreet, black door that looks like the rest of them.

Roman is far from Seth now, far from the dancefloor, but he's absolutely drowning in arousal and excitement. He continues fondling the jean material, before knocking twice on the door. There's a bit of shuffling then and Roman clears his throat before that sultry, sexy roughened voice calls out. "Come in, man…"

He almost breaks the door handle when he does, eyes widening as he takes in the figure lounging over an arm chair. Moxx's legs are draped over the large arm of it and Roman is absolutely struck by how gorgeous this man is. The absence of make up just makes his features all the more pronounced. Roman realizes his eyes are droopy, almost to the point of looking soft and sleepy and holy shit…he has dimples. Deep and pronounced dimples that not even his beard can hide. And his lips are somehow manage to look even more inviting without gloss on them, a naturally warm pink hue as he lips at his fingertips, flipping through a stack of bills.

The stripper is dressed so differently now, worn jeans with holes at the knees that Roman's pretty sure he doesn't intend to be fashionable, old ratty converse, and a soft looking cotton shirt that must be so old because it's so faded he can't make out any writing in it. But on this man, the outfit is as exquisite and sexy as the most expensive lingerie money can buy.

"Moxx, I-I…my name is…Roman Reigns…"

"Dean."

"Hmm?"

"Name's Dean, big dog. My real name, at least." He smirks, winking over at the businessman who simply grasps tighter onto the torn denim in his hands. "You got poor lil Renee all freaked out. Houndin' her about a private dance from me, huh?" Dean continues to thumb through the money, focusing his eyes back on it.

"I-I'm sorry, I just…"

"Relax, compadre. Wouldan't had her bring you back here if I wasn't willing to listen. So…" Dean finally finishes counting up the wad of cash, undoubtedly the money Roman gave him. "…go on, spill it."

"She, Renee, told me private dances aren't in your contract, but I…shit, man, I'll pay any price." Roman means it. There isn't even a goddamn number on the arousal and attraction he has towards this man.

"Any price?" Dean snorts then, folding one leg over the other and revealing a small sliver of that delicious midriff. Roman can't help but shamelessly lick his bottom lip and the performer can't help but to just as shamelessly follow it with his lustful gaze. "Heh…you know I'm not a hooker, dude, right?"

The businessman's blood runs cold then because yeah, he knows. He knows that and is somewhat overjoyed by it because if anyone gets inside of this body it would be a goddamn honor and shouldn't be anyone who can shell out something as common as money. "I know, I just…I want to see more of you without any other audience, baby boy." It's a possessive grumble of a tone and he can see the twinge of interest at the pet name.

"Any price…" He smirks again and Roman simply nods. "...you realize you dropped $7,000 on me earlier right?" Dean waves the folded stack of bills for emphasis. "And now you're trying to spend more on me just for a quieter room?"

"You're the sexiest creature I've ever seen…" It's so honest and pure, Roman feeling almost sheepish as he rubs at the back of his own neck, still rubbing at the stripper's jean shorts. "…I would shell out anything for a little more of your company. I know you got a respectable job, baby, and I'm not tryin' to pressure you to do anything. Just…one more dance, alone?"

Dean stands up silently, shrugging a leather jacket it on and stuffs the money into his left jacket pocket. Roman is nervous as all hell, heart in his throat because he may have overstepped his boundaries and offended this beautiful creature. And there is nothing more in the world he would want to do less. "Listen here, big guy…you gave me more than enough money to pay for my rent for a whole fucking year, dude."

God, the word 'fuck' sounds so sweet coming out of that smoky rasp. What a sultry, gorgeous thing this man is. But Roman tries to focus as hard as he can, swallowing the saliva that's gathered in his mouth as Dean approaches him, hovering closely. $7,000 can cover Dean's rent for a year? Roman grimaces a little inside to think about what kind of slum he must live in. Goes to show money ain't everything, though. "And I'll pay you more…just name your price."

"Nah, that's not gonna work for me." Dean smirks, still hovering and Roman mentally punches himself. Why does he keep fucking up? What if he gets banned from this strip joint? Then he wouldn't even be able to lust at the 'Moxx' persona from afar. "How about this, big dog, I can get dressed up again and give a private show…free of charge since I'll be eatin' steak for the next two months thanks to you."

"But-" Roman doesn't know why he's butting, because Jesus fuck, Dean just agreed to give him a show all his own. Even so, Roman just doesn't feel right accepting such a precious gift while giving nothing in exchange.

"No buts." Dean says quickly, before he leans over slightly, before full on falling into Roman's lap. "But there's another option, Romie…mind if I call you Romie?" The performer starts petting at the businessman's slightly exposed upper chest.

"You can call me anything you want to, baby boy." He's greeted with a dimpled smile then and Roman's pretty sure Dean can feel the uptick of his heartbeat. He doesn't care anymore, he just wants. "What…what's the other option?"

"The other option 's pretty obvious, dude…" Dean coos before he hazards kissing at Roman's Adam's apple. "…I felt your tongue against my junk then…and I know what you really want, man. And 'm willin' to give it to you. Been a while since I've had a nice fuck…" The last word he whispers close into Roman's ear, giving the copper skin a nip there.

"Jesus…you…you want me to take you home?" Roman pauses then, hesitance scanning over his face because Dean made it obvious he's not a prostitute. Is he…willing to sleep with Roman because the attraction is mutual? This glorious, sexy, rugged enigma of a man is propositioning to spend the night with Roman?

"Yeah…I think you might be a little bit more comfortable at your place. Mine's kinda a hole in the wall kinda deal…promise not to steal your wallet." He snorts and jokes, but Roman's all business as he stands up, hands firmly wrapped around the torso of his new conquest. "W-Whoa!"

"Oh, just you wait…you'll be 'whoa'ing all night long, beautiful." Dean chuckles at that, kicking his feet out playfully as Roman lifts him bridal style.

One of the benefits of being insanely rich, Dean realizes, is apparently being able to have a limo pick you up in five minutes flat wherever and whenever you might be. Roman doesn't even let him stand, gently sliding him into the backseat of the vehicle before joining him then. "Damn…make a boy feel special, big guy…"

Roman chuckles at that, before shaking his head. "Someone like you deserves this and a whole hell of a lot more…" Dean makes a strange face at that, but decides not to challenge the statement. "…want a drink?"

"Nah, Romie, I wanna remember all of tonight." He leans in close then, rubbing at the businessman's chest once more, sliding his leg between Roman's own.

The older male almost throws his phone out the window when it vibrates, him with a lap full of Dean Ambrose. He checks it quickly and it's a message from Seth who's sent him a picture that makes it quite obvious he's paid for a private dance from that Kevin fella. He quickly texts back informing Seth what's going on and as soon as it's sent, there's another hot little lick of his ear from a certain erotic dancer.

By the time they make it to Roman's house, both men are impossibly hard, grabbing and petting at each other hungrily as Roman manages to pull himself away long enough to tip the driver a heavy amount. "You ready for me, sweetheart? Been teasin' me all night, y'know…" He bites his bottom lip then, taking in Dean's debauched appearance as he leads him inside.

The smaller male clears his throat, eyes widening for a moment as he takes in the massive front hallway. This particular home of Roman's is more modern, necessary considering the fact he had to have it built from scratch, and Dean gawks a little. "Yeah, I am ready, but uh…makin' me feel really underdressed here, buddy." He scratches at the back of his neck then and Roman feels a little awkward for a moment, before he dawns his smooth swagger once more.

He's a stud, a catch, just like Seth always says. He just has to get a bit of his mojo back and no one is more deserving of a fun night than a beauty like Dean who makes sure others have their own joyful nights. "Nonsense, baby boy…now c'mon, wanna get these clothes off of you." Roman takes his hand then, the skin surprisingly soft, before he leans in and captures those pretty little pink lips in a heady kiss that leaves them both breathless.

Fortunately Roman's master bedroom is only on the second floor, leaving Dean to gawk less and hopefully feel more comfortable. "'s a real nice place, man…" It's said so nonchalantly, but everything coming out of the stripper's voice seems to have this air of smoky sex to it that gets his engine going like nothing else he can remember.

"Enough about this stupid house…focus should be on you, babe." It's almost a grumbly noise as Roman opens the double doors to his bedroom, Dean stepping in rather eagerly. It's as glorious as the rest of the house, but a bed is a bed and as opposed to looking shocked or surprised by it as he has the rest of the house, Dean gives him a heady little over the shoulder glance.

Roman can't help but race up behind him, gently guiding that sultry, lithe frame down onto the bed. In an instant, the images of that tantalizing dance and the taste of denim-clad crotch filter through Roman's mind and he's grinding their crotches together, the layers of clothing failing to hide either man's arousal. "Damn…" Dean lulls his tongue out, before reaching a hand down, palming through dress pants. "…fuckin' hung like a horse, my man…gonna give it to me good?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am…once I get these damn clothes off of you…" Dean shifts away, arching higher up on the massive bed as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it at the other kneeling man with a playful smirk. His jeans follow soon, arching his spine effortlessly into a little bridge, making a show of it as Roman manages to stumble undressing himself.

He muses he probably shouldn't make a habit out of ripping his shirt off, but there's tailors for a reason and he can pick up all the buttons in the morning. His pants follow suit, toeing off the slightly uncomfortable shoes before he's left in nothing but a maroon pair of boxer briefs.

"Oh, Romie..didn't tell me you had a tattoo…fuck, that's hot…" He pants out, sitting up and crawling towards Roman as the large male effortlessly slides across the bed. It becomes apparently how long Dean's tongue actually is, especially when it starts caressing the ink, ghosting just centimeters from Roman's sweet heart. "…mmm, you're big all over, aren't ya?" A flash of those dimples and a hot fluttering of lashes and Roman loses the last bit of restraint he has.

It doesn't take much for Dean to end up on his back, legs spread wide and loose for Roman to hungrily grab at. "Wanna suck you off…been thinking about havin' you in my mouth all night…" He's in such a haze he doesn't even thinking about reaching for a condom, just has to get that dick in his mouth when he takes in the sight of it hard and straining in a dark pair of panties, fuck.

"Do it…'m clean…we get tested every month." Dean pants out and Roman should be a little more scared about the fact he would have sucked Dean off without a condom, regardless of if he disclosed that info or not.

There's a light trailing of brown-red curls just above Dean's crotch and Roman nuzzles there before sliding the panties down, letting out an audible groan. "You're uncut, fuck…" He moans, beginning to pull back Dean's foreskin and hungrily lick as the smaller male trembles.

"Mmm, yeah, bet you are, too, knowin' just what to do to me…" Dean lulls his head back, threading his fingers through Roman's hair and tugging on it here and there. Roman's greedy, hungrily lapping and sucking at his length, swallowing him down between strokes down to his balls, before popping back up to nip at his foreskin.

"Taste so fuckin' sweet…wanna fuck my throat, baby? Use my hair and take what you want?" Roman's half delirious, but speaks with a confident timbre that has Dean arching his spine dramatically, hesitantly bucking his hips. "Nah, baby boy...want you to really fuck me throat, mmm…yeah, come on. Wanna taste your come."

They make eye contact then and Dean is panting, Roman's dark gaze downright primal as he sucks him down and stays there. Dean finally caves, that unwavering, hot glare from the larger male bumping him close to orgasm and he grows bold enough to grip tightly onto those inky locks and fuck.

Roman licks up his orgasm hungrily, Dean panting and grabbing for purchase as the older male hoists one thigh up, licking and nipping at the inside of his thigh. "Mind if I eat out this pretty little hole, huh? It's been winkin' at me…"

"W-Well shit…" Dean chuckles, petting lazily at Roman's hair as he's still coming down from the high of his release. Been a while since he's been eaten out and even longer since someone's asked for something so sweetly. "…h-how's 'bout you give me a kiss, Romie, then you can eat my ass all you want. Since you asked so nicely, heh." He obliges, Dean bending forward impatiently as Roman crawls up his form, their tongues pushing and rubbing against one another with a wet smack, sharing the taste of Dean's come.

That tongue waggles tantalizingly close to Dean's hole, Roman making sure to suck and bite and lick at his thighs, balls, and perineum. His legs are spread shamelessly wide, cock half hard already once more because Roman's absolutely ravaging him, driving him so wild all Dean can do is cant his hips and ask for more. "Mmm…" He hums, before finally brushing that wet muscle against Dean's twitching hole.

It's musky and hot, sweaty and earthy and he goes absolutely wild after the first lick, sucking and licking to his heart's content. "Oh more, yeah, lick that fuckin' hole…'s yours, big dog…fuck…" Dean's babbling nonsense soon, but Roman doesn't mind, especially not when Dean flat out keens as Roman gets his tongue inside, stretching him nice and wide with just the fat wave of his tongue. "…s-shit, man, need your dick, need it in me. Need it in my boy cunt, fuck!"

And that makes Roman's head spin, hyperaware of just how achingly fucking hard he is and he seeks to damn near leap off of the bed, returning in a flash with condoms and lube. It doesn't take much to stretch Dean out, the younger male relaxed from his earlier release and well stretched by Roman's tongue. "Fuck, you ready for me? Ready to take this cock? Mmm, cunt's all hungry…" Filthy obscenities spilling from his laps

He's laying back effortlessly, eyes ever so gently shut as his breath hitches here and there at being stretched and the filth slipping from Roman's lips, but the crinkling of a condom makes him finally arouse from his lustful haze. "Don't need to use that, big dog…I trust you."

Roman looks a little taken aback then, but Dean shoots him a dimpled grin before pulling the businessman on top of him, sharing a rather chaste kiss. He hesitates, wanting more than anything to be inside this beautiful specimen bare, but…would it be fair? Would it be right? Would Dean regret it? Dean takes all these worries away, however, as he caresses Roman's face, giving him a small wink.

That's all the permission he needs and then he's sliding in, fitting in perfectly as if his dick always belonged here. Dean lets out a long, guttural moan before egging Roman on, kissing at his jaw and neck hungrily. Roman's lost, truly lost because he starts fucking hard and fast, the wet slap of his balls against the back of Dean's ass and the wet slip slap of his well-stretched hole driving both men crazy. It's been so long, too long, since Roman's had a hot, willing body with him, but he's pretty sure Dean is the best he's ever felt. "So good, so fuckin' hot and tight for me, baby boy…"

Dean simply moans in response, looking every bit as gorgeous and otherworldly as he did on stage earlier that night. He tries to sneak a hand between his thighs to tug at his own dick, but Roman practically growls as he uses his lubed fingers to tug at Dean's length. "Shit, fuck, Romie…'m close again…g-gonna make me come so hard, fuck…o-oh!"

He keeps pumping him through his release, hips nearly jackhammering now as Dean's tight, hot heat clenches around his length. One. Two. Three thrusts and Roman is right on the edge, Dean babbling once more as Roman's keeps rubbing his overly sensitive cock.

The plan is to pull his dick out and come on the pristine ab's of this sweet stripper, but instead Dean wraps his legs around Roman's waist tightly, hungrily lapping at his lips until his Roman grants him entrance and he comes. He comes balls fuckin' deep in Moxley Moxx, the hottest goddamn stripper in the world. Roman's also pretty damn sure he's in love.

They're lying in a mess of come and sweat as Roman rubs gently into Dean's hip, the smaller male nuzzling under his chin and tracing the outline of his tattoo. "Stay here."

"Well I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, your dick made sure of that." A soft, lighthearted chuckle escapes, but Roman sits up slightly, stern gaze completely serious.

"No, stay here. With me. I-I'll buy out your contract. Give you anything you want. Just…fuck, baby boy, want you to be here with me." He doesn't dare hazard the 'love' word and the expression on Dean's face, one of shock to the point of confusion troubles him.

"Listen, big guy…" Dean doesn't stop rubbing at his inked flesh, giving him a small, playful smile that ease's Roman's nerves. "…'s sweet of you to offer, really. But 'm not leaving the joint anytime soon. And 'm not movin' in with anyone anytime soon. Tonight was fun, real fun…"

Roman swallows dryly then, looking away from Dean although he doesn't let go of him, still huddling that lithe form close. "…but it was just one night, right?"

"…no." He snorts then, and Roman realizes what a cute, pointy nose the other male has. "…I was gonna say tonight was fun. And I'd like to have some fun tomorrow, too. Maybe take me out for a cup of coffee, stud, and we'll see how it goes from there?"

"I'd…I'd like that."