A Thin, Blurred Line

Roman Reigns surprises his friend and former Shield brother, Dean Ambrose. Set in 2015. (Slash, bondage, anal play/sex)

"Sorry, I forgot my keycard," Dean apologized. He was blushing, Roman had come from the shower to answer his knocks, and was wearing only a towel around his hips. His long black hair was dripping, his muscular shoulders, chest, and abs were glistening, and even as Dean looked, the bulge in the front of the white towel was growing. Dean was hard as a rock, too, and felt awkward about it, because Roman always turned him down. He took off his black leather coat and draped it on a chair. He waited for Roman to go back in the bathroom, so he could take care of his godawful hard-on.

"Of course you did. You'd forget that pretty head of yours if it weren't attached," Roman said. "You made me get out of the shower, too." He yanked the bedspread off Dean's bed with a flourish, revealing the bondage kit he'd set up on it.

Dean couldn't believe it. It was Christmas come early, his biggest fantasies were finally playing out in real life. He broke into a silly, helpless grin. "Oh, Rome..."

"Shut up and take off your clothes."

Dean slowly peeled his clothing away, and gave his Shield brother a sassy smile when he saw his cock was at full attention, and had parted the towel to stand out. And, he wasn't called the Big Dog for nothing. He was very well hung. So well hung Dean wasn't sure he could handle all of it, he might bleed, but it would be worth it.

"Come here," Roman said in a gentle voice, but there was no mistaking it was an order. Dean submissively dropped to his kneels and crawled over to his Shield brother. He sat back on his heels, his pretty boy mouth mere inches from the scepter of the Roman Empire. "Don't even think about it," Roman told him, and an involuntary whine of impatience and want escaped Dean's lips, which made Vince's chosen one chuckle. "I know you want me."

Dean nodded emphatically, his eyes still locked on Roman's hot and throbbing. "Yes, please Roman, I want you so bad-"

"Shhh..." Roman shushed him. "Not yet. Lie down."

Dean obeyed, and in no time, he was held fast to the bed, on his back. His cock twitched and oozed precum all over his lower tummy as his Samoan god reached in to adjust the pillows, a gesture Dean found extremely touching. Even though Roman was about to torture him with the worst case of blue balls ever, he still wanted his captive to be otherwise comfortable. Considerate-like, just like Dean had always imagined he'd be.

Roman's cock brushed against the side of his face, and like a baby's rooting reflex, Dean turned towards it with open mouth, but it was already gone. Roman laughed. "No, no. You have to wait for it." He knelt between Dean's spread legs and posed, one hand casually stroking his dick. "I know how badly you want this."

"Yes, Roman, I want you so bad, I want you to fuck the shit...no I want you to destroy me." Dean struggled against his restraints in a futile attempt to free himself. The sexual tension was killing him. Even though he'd just gotten himself off that morning, before Roman had awoken, he was ready to cum again.

"That's not enough," Roman said, and as he leaned over to kiss Dean, he very deliberately pressed his cock against his captive's. "I know you want me. I want you to need me." He reached back and undid the strap around one of Dean's ankles, and shoved his leg up.

"Oh, fuck, please Roman," Dean panted as Roman began to lick his tight little hole. "I really want to...touch myself...I have to cum..."

"Not yet you don't," Roman told him, before going back to eating his ass. And, one big hand wrapped around his cock, and began rubbing.

"Mmmmpf..." Dean whimpered. It was killing him. Over and over Roman brought him to the edge, only to stop and deny the release while studying Dean's near-pain with a devious smile on his face.

When the frustration trembled on the verge of tears, and the panted pleas were starting to become a little whiny, Roman began to work the sexy redhead's ass open, with two big, long fingers.

"Oh...Roman..."

"So tight," Roman commented. "Are you sure you can take all of this?" He slipped his fingers out, and knelt up so Dean could see him stroking his long, thick cock.

"Yes, I can. Please, Roman..."

Roman straddled Dean's chest, his glorious cock just out of the reach of his Shield brother's mouth. Dean whined and tried to lean up and reach, and Roman laughed.

Dean pouted, and it wasn't an act. Frustration had taken over and impotent anger was boiling beneath the surface. "Quit leading me on!" He snapped, as Roman continued to tease him with a lapdance of sorts. "I know you're never going to give it to me, so just let me go!" His eyes were bright with tears, and when he closed them, they spilled over, down the sides of his face. He pulled against his handcuffs, and only succeeded in hurting his wrists. Dean growled in frustration, and whined, and Roman felt terrible when he looked to see one of his wrists was bleeding.

Seth had warned him that Dean walked a very thin line between yeah, that's hot and stop, this is way too much, and that the line was so blurry even Dean didn't recognize his own limits until he'd already crossed them sometimes. Seth, of course, knew Dean's body and mind as well as his own, but Roman, who'd never given into the fantasy that licked deep in Dean's groin all these years they'd been working together, would have to be very careful.

Roman thought he'd been careful, but now doubted that, and released Dean's wrists from the cuffs. Oh, but he was wrong... Dean gave him a sassy grin, and now only bound by one leg, and poorly, as Roman had released the other to facilitate the ass play, tackled the Big Dog with surprising force. He pinned him to the bed with a half-ass four-point restraint that Roman could have easily broken if he wanted to, but Dean was sucking him off, and it felt amazing. No one had ever sucked his cock as eagerly and took it as deeply as Dean was now. Dean's ass was in his face, very tempting, but Roman couldn't reach it without breaking the hold.

Instead, it was Dean who broke the hold, very briefly to turn around so he could smile at Roman as he held him down. "Now are you finally going to fuck me?"

Roman could only smile back. Dean looked so cute with his face all red and covered in spit and precum, one hand behind him, prepping his ass to take something the size of which he'd never had inside him before. Finally, Roman nodded, and Dean released him, and got down on all fours.

"I'm ready, Roman."

"It's going to hurt," Roman said, as he coated the thickness of his cock with lube.

"I love that it's going to hurt," Dean gushed eagerly.

"Alright, my little painslut," Roman teased, as he teased Dean's hole with the tip of his cock.

Dean moaned and shifted his hips back. "Oh, fuck, Roman, yes, I'm your little painslut. Fill me up with your big, fat cock, make it hurt-"

The big Samoan grabbed his friend by the hips roughly, which made Dean cry out again, and though he wanted to just thrust himself in, the pretty red head was just too tight, if he went in fast, he'd hurt both of them. He entered slowly, steadily, guiding Dean's hips this way or that while Dean moaned and cried and drew in sharp breaths.

"All the way, I want all of it!" Dean demanded.

Roman was already struggling not to shoot his load, Dean's ass felt better than any pussy or other ass he'd ever been inside, but he entered him all the way, and tried to go mind over nature and think of football, but it was so hard with the distraction of Dean's very verbal pleasure.

"Ohhhhh...fuck yes... Make me your slut, Roman, fuck me hard! Make it hurt!"

Roman thrust himself in as deep as he could go, over and over. "Like this? Is this what you want, you dirty little slut?"

"Oww...yes! Yes, ohhh..."

"I'm going to cum."

"Oh, fuck, fill me up with your cum. Breed your little slut," Dean panted, and reached down to jerk his precum-dripping cock frantically.

Roman squeezed Dean's hips so tight he knew he'd have bruises when he shot an enormous load deep into his tight ass. And when Dean felt that hot jiz inside him, he exploded, too, cumming all over the sheet beneath him before falling forward in a post orgasm daze. Roman looked down at his cock, Dean had bled a little. But, rather than rushing to clean up, he guided Dean over on to his side and spooned him.