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It’s moments like these that make Dean want to burst out in laughter. Being known to have an attention span that could rival some pet fish swimming in a bowl of vodka and walking around with the title of “Lunatic Fringe”, one would think Dean would be the one starving for every second of Roman’s time and affection. But it’s the moments like these where Roman shoots all of those assumptions away and completely contradicts their relationship.
This moment, specifically, Roman’s back in what Dean likes to call “Puppy Mode”. The Samoan’s lips are latched onto his neck, hand massaging at the skin beneath his jeans, applying more pressure as it dips further and further within. Dean’s heart pumping, he doesn’t deny it, but he doesn’t admit, opting to pretend Roman’s not even there. He focuses on the actual task at hand, watching this God damn movie.
It’s another two good minutes of Roman pawing at his legs and whispering the obscenest things that would ruin his superhero persona in a heartbeat, before he finally unattached himself. Roman stares at him, a cross of a frown and a pout on his handsome face, but Dean pays it no mind.
“Dean.”
“Roman.” He replies, as nonchalantly as physically possible. He tries to keep up this charade of ignorance, but he can’t the small knowing smirk that graces his lips. Unfortunately,
Roman catches it and Dean’s only warning is a low growl before he’s tackled on the couch.
And just like that, the game is over. Dean can’t ignore the heat being transferred from Roman’s hand to his body as Roman gropes him everywhere as his stakes his claim on Dean’s lips.
“This what you called me over for? Didn’t have to lie to get me over here.”
“Nah. I wanted to watch a movie with you, I swear… Just got a little bored, I guess.”
“Bored? You put on Pulp Fiction, the best movie of all time, and get bored? What sorta bullshit are you spewin’, Reigns-?” Roman interrupts him with another deep kiss and suddenly Pulp Fiction’s not so interesting.