It was pitch black outside the crumbling apartment building, not a single light seeming to be on. He swiftly sprinted through the alleyways, silvery eyes darting about the old brick walls. His breaths came out in quiet huffs, not allowing a single soul to hear him. Already he has been caught by the fuzz and he wasn't about to let it happen again. Though, in this moment, that seemed a little bleak. Especially so when the whining sirens of a nearby police car could be heard getting closer and closer. The sound had actually forced the man to leap up to grab hold of the rusty fire escape ladder and pull it down so he could climb it.

Now the large, caramel colored man stopped once he got to the first metal platform. There were three windows on this level that he could reach. And he needed a place to hide. Quickly, he set to work; digging his blunt nails into the rickety wood that made up said-windows and attempting to pry the things up. All to no avail―or the first three were failed attempts anyways. He didn't stop, however, running up the next flight of stairs and trying those next three. None opened there either, and he was stopped short when the light of one room had flickered on. This made the man move on, once more trudging further up the fire escape until he finally found an open window. It was propped open by a broken sounding AC that was seeming to try and give its all to provide some good, cool air. Not that the man cared, though.

As a sly smirk practically split his face in two, the man pushed up the opening a little more before finally scrambled up into the home of a stranger. Maybe even another possible victim of his endless theft crimes. When he turned to face the room, though, the man was met with the most pleasant sight of another man. One whose skin was somewhat pale, but flushed with a light pink color from the high temperature of the room. And as he took a couple steps closer, he noticed that the other male was completely nude atop his comforters. Which appeared to be soaked in sweat―as was the man.

Entranced by such a pretty sight, he advanced while also removing his shoes so he wouldn't be heard. Without shoes, he was light on his feet, as quiet as a preying animal. Which, at the moment, he was. So curious by the other, sleeping man in the room. He couldn't help but to get a better view, let his eyes scan over the masterpiece in front of him. Messy hair and pubes over top thick muscles. The man also appeared very, very petite in the waist. It made the intruder lick his lips before slowly crawling onto the bed, leaning over the other's face. Which looked so relaxed and at ease. He couldn't help but to let out a small groan when his cock twitched in his jeans because of the expression.

"So goddamn tight," Reigns mumbled to himself as he pressed a thick thumb to the other's now-fluttering hole. Though, when the digit had entered without any real force applied, he couldn't help but to let out a surprised little gasped. "Pliant and. . . and soft." He then whimpered as his eyes began to become half-lidded in pleasure.

Roman could sit here and play with the man's asshole all night long. But in this moment, from seeing the orifice just suckle in his thumb with no give, made his dick ache. Almost to the point he thought he would bust a nut right then and there. He had a better idea, however. There would be no spill in his pants, or on the sheets. The only source of evidence that would be found would be in this sleeper's ass.

From there, with that very thought, it wasn't long before Reigns was undressing completely. The toned man removed his leather jacket and grey t-shirt; his deep blue jeans and he had no underwear to take off, always roaming the streets commando style. Lastly he took off his socks and threw them in the far corner with the rest of his clothing before moving back onto the bed. Where he positioned himself in front of the other, making himself comfy between the man's thighs. That's when Roma realized that the short-haired man was sporting a slight chub. The smaller, softer dick looked appetizing, and for a moment Reigns could only stare. He was more than tempted to swoop down and just take the thing in his mouth. But he refrained himself and took hold of his own, leaking erection.

For a long while, the Samoan had tugged at the flushed private part. Eventually he finally moved to take action, though, taking hold of the base of his cock to press the head of it to the pretty, pink hole. He froze instantly, however, when the action had caused the man before him to fidget slightly. The strawberry blonde moved to stretch his arms over his head, as if he was getting ready to wake up. That made Roman's heart rate go up too quickly, almost causing his heart to burst―was he about to be caught red handed? He didn't, though. The man had stretched before lazily draping an arm over his chest to scratch at the hair there. He then stilled, allowing Reigns to breathe in relief.

"Stupid son-of-bitch, I swear. . ." Roman growled almost silently now as he began to push the tip of his cock into the man again. Only this time, he stopped out of pure embarrassment.

Upon entering, upon breaching, the tight ring of muscle, Reigns had already achieved what he was seeking. His breathing was shallow now, and his balls jumped slightly now as his seed continued to spill into the stranger. In a beautiful sight, though, the white substance began to spill out from the edges due to there being so much of it. It made Reigns shudder and bite his lip in pure excitement. And when he pulled back out. . .

Roman had to close his eyes for a moment to allow himself to catch his breath.