Ambrolleigns
(This has been in my docs for nearly two years; I, honestly, am probably never going to finish this particular fic for many reasons, but I’m tired of it sitting in my WIPs, so I’m just gonna throw it at you guys.)
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“C’mon, baby boy, that’s it. You’re so good for Daddy, aren’t you?”
Seth moans, sound muffled by the thick cock in his mouth, gagging as the head pushes down his throat, a full-body spasm making him twitch on the bed. He hears a chuckle from the opposite side of the bed from where his head is hanging, feels strong hands grip his ankles tightly, pressing his feet down to the bed. Roman withdraws and pushes back in, slowly, one large hand resting heavily on Seth’s upper torso.
“Uh-uh, princess,” Dean tuts, and Seth feels lips pressed to his knee now, feels them trail up the inside of his thigh as the bed dips. Seth breathes out a long, high-pitched whine through his nose until Roman thrusts forward, cutting off his air supply. “Poor Sethie-boy,” Dean mocks lightly, a smile in his voice.
Roman chuckles above Seth, the hand on his chest stroking gently, pinching and plucking at a nipple on its way. “He’s alright,” he murmurs, the fingers of his free hand moving to grip the hair at the back of Seth’s neck hard, the firm hold keeping him in place as Roman roughly fucks into his throat; thick lines of saliva are pushed out of the corners of Seth’s mouth as he struggles to gather in air, sliding down and over his cheeks, one trail running into his eye, forcing him to keep it shut. Roman directs his next words to Seth, cock still again and filling Seth’s desperately fluttering throat. “Aren’t you, baby boy?”
Calmly, despite the way his body is fighting for air, Seth raises his right hand and blindly feels for Roman’s hip. Placing it there, he deliberately taps the warm skin three times. Yes. Roman smooths his free hand over Seth’s throat in a gentle reward and then grips it, fingers tightening, choking Seth manually as he withdraws his cock to lay heavily against Seth’s cheek, slimy lines of spit trailing between them. “Yeah, I can see that,” comes Dean’s amused reply, an accompanying bite high on Seth’s inner thigh following. Seth whimpers, a strangled sound underneath Roman’s tight grip, and bends his knees further out to the side, trying to open his thighs even wider, but Dean digs his nails into Seth’s ankles and bites down, teeth marking the sensitive skin of Seth’s left thigh. A desperate croak of sound escapes Seth, spit-slick lips wide in a breathless moan, and just as his eyes start to roll back, Roman lets up. “There you go, baby,” murmurs Roman, smoothing his palm gently over Seth’s cheek, thumbing the thick line of slimy spit out of the eye Seth has been keeping shut. “Deep, even breaths, sweetheart.” Seth’s body shudders and little stars dance in his vision, stomach heaving as he tries to listen, pulls in a deep breath before trying to let it out slowly, Roman humming in approval. Dean snorts, licking at the bite mark he’s inflicted (he’s broken skin in a couple places, and Seth is going to complain when he’s back up and aware and bratty, but Dean knows their boy likes the marks, so he’s not too concerned about it). “Let ’im up, Rome.” He gets a huff and an eye roll in response, but the big man helps Seth lift up, gently cupping the nape of their boy’s neck to prompt him into a sitting position. “There he is,” Dean murmurs, fingers sliding up Seth’s chest and neck to cup a slick cheek before going into dark curls. Dean keeps his grip loose as he leans in, bumping the tip of his nose against Seth’s to gain an airy laugh, his own lips quirking as he claims the spit-slick ones in front of him. Seth’s eyes slide shut, a soft sigh escaping him, and Dean feels like he’s high, like he’s just taken a hit of the hard shit again and Seth is the personification of the old euphoria. He feels the bed dip, his knee sliding over the mattress just slightly as Roman kneels behind Seth, big hands sliding around to lace together at the front of their boy’s body. “Hey, baby,” he hums, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin behind Seth’s ear as Dean draws back. “You okay?” Seth nods, eyes still closed, a dreamy smile playing on his lips. Roman tuts. “Rules, Seth. Give me words right now, baby.” Seth’s breathing is still a bit unsteady, still shaky, but he opens his eyes and blinks slowly as he tries to gather the words in his head. He’s struggling to put them together, Dean knows; he always loses words when he gets like this and Dean has never seen a more beautiful sight than his boy trying so hard to comply with something that is normally so simple. “’m ’kay,” Seth eventually manages, words slurring together, and Dean is so irrationally proud of him (and at the way Roman’s face softens as he smiles at their boy, Dean knows it’s a shared feeling). “You did so good for Rome, princess,” Dean says, leaning in to nudge his nose against Seth’s once more, smiling at the noticeable hitch of breath with the gentle praise. Roman tucks his chin in the curve of Seth’s neck, beard scraping against flushed skin. “You did, sweetheart.” Seth shudders again. (Dean can relate, honestly. Sometimes, even he gets the urge to lie flat on his back and do whatever the big Samoan goof says, no argument, just because of that soothing goddamn voice. Maybe another day; tonight is all for Seth.) “Always trusting me like that, baby? You’re amazing.” Seth’s eyes are half-lidded, glazed over. His lips part on a stuttered sigh. “I think you deserve a little reward, sweetheart.” Roman looks at Dean, eyebrows raising while he presses a soft kiss to the line of Seth’s jaw. “What d’you think, uce?” Dean mock-considers, eyes dragging over Seth’s slack expression, the relaxed way he’s leaned back into Roman’s chest. (It’s such a far cry from how tense and unsettled he was when they’d left the arena, when Seth had been so silent after his loss earlier in the night as all the little insecurities had piled up until they’d blocked everything Dean and Roman worked hard to enforce in their boy’s overactive mind.) Finally, he relents. “I think he’s earned a little somethin’.” Between the two of them, they manage to settle Seth on top of Roman, cheek resting on a tattooed pec as the older man gently strokes some of his bleached strands back out of his eye and presses a soft kiss to the part in his hair. His thighs straddle Roman’s hips, his and Roman’s erections pressing together, and Dean takes a minute to admire the view from his position at the foot of the bed before he crawls forward and lies flat on his belly between Roman’s legs, trailing a few kisses along the Samoan’s thigh before he reaches the curve of Seth’s ass. Dean lets his breath fan over one plump cheek, lips just brushing the soft skin as he asks, “This okay, princess? You good?”
