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"You gonna disrespect your Tribal Chief like this? Fine. Then you're gonna get exactly what you have coming."
Roman shoves Seth down onto the ground, landing harshly on his knees, before reaching to grab him by the long strands of his bleached hair. All the while he scowls at the man he once called his brother, having caught once again Seth coming to surprise him in full black protective gear.
You'd think by the third time Seth would learn, but if other methods didn't work before, then this would.
"Sit up. Open your mouth."
Seth glares up at him before breaking out into the irritating sound of his canned laughter. "Why? What do you think you're gonna do to me, 'my Tribal Chief'?"
A sharp slap across the cheek sends the message.
The man on the ground does his best to not collapse from the force of the smack, but it still sends him down onto his hands, his cheek now bright red from the attack.
Squatting down, Roman brings himself close enough so that when he yanks Seth up by his wounded cheek, they're almost face to face. Almost — Roman still remains just an inch or two higher, never fully lowering himself to Seth's level. "You always have to make everything difficult, don't you?"
Seth says nothing in response, just looks up at Roman with venom in his eyes before gathering up the courage for one last act of rebellion.
He spits right into the Tribal Chief's eyes.
There's a beat of silent tension as Roman wipes his face with the back of his hand. The sort of silent tension that leaves Seth's body vibrating with anticipation in moments like this, when he finds new ways to push Roman's buttons. To his initial surprise, there's no slap coming his way this time.
Instead, Roman stares down at him for a long moment, dragging the silence out longer as his expression remains unreadable.
Did Seth actually go too far this time? Was this too much for the scene?
Before doubt could fully set in, a strong hand launches towards his neck, grabbing him tightly as if Roman's hand were now a collar on him. Being led by his neck, Roman yanks the man across the room, slamming him down onto the bed once they're close enough.
"Just like I said, you always have to make everything difficult. Fine, let's just get into your punishment since all you want to do is be a fucking brat."
Before Seth can even try to get himself up, the other man is on top of him, pinning him face down onto the bed with his weight. Turning his head to the side, he already sees the bottle of lube conveniently waiting for him less than an arms length away.
"You having a lot of fun around here, Big Dog?" Seth asks, a smirk on his face as he tries to turn his head back to look towards Roman.
A swift slap sends him back down onto the mattress.
"Call me that again. Try it."
Who was Seth, if not someone to take the bait in a moment like this?
"Big. Dog."
From behind, Roman grabs onto the waist of Seth's pants, tugging them down harshly. Without unbuttoning or zipping down the front, Seth both feels and hears something tearing as the clothing is forced down to his thigh, exposing his ass to the cold air of the room. Before he can make any smart remarks or try to wiggle out of the strange position, the same hand that smacked him across his face slams down onto the freshly exposed skin, a sharp pain ringing out through his entire body at the hit. While the slap is painful, it's nothing compared to the instant humiliation Seth feels.
"You gonna be this disrespectful, Seth? This all part of your big plan, huh?" Smack. "You always got a plan, huh?" Smack. "Well, guess what? Plan's about to change."
With his eyes squeezed tightly shut after the barrage of slaps to his ass, Seth only hears the click of the bottle opening before something cold and slick spreads over his entrance. A moment later, a thick finger slips deep inside of him, moving slowly but making up for that care by pushing in as far as it could go. It's just enough time to make it nearly impossible to adjust fully as Seth tries hard to bite back the groan rumbling in his throat.
The lone finger pumps into him only a few more times before a second one enters beside it, causing a sharp hiss to escape from Seth's lips before he can prevent it. There's a momentary pause, a hesitation, at that sound as the fingers still.
"'s okay," Seth murmurs, speaking only just loud enough to be heard. As if keeping his words soft could help protect the scene.
It's enough, though, as the fingers move again. They move slowly at first after the moment of pause, waiting until no signs of resistance remain before hastening their pace. Seth hardly gets a moment to breathe once his body acclimates to the intrusion before Roman is setting a brutal pace, slamming hard and deep into him with little care for creating pleasure, only for punishing him.
Seth starts to squirm underneath the other man, arms trying to grip onto the covers below to find a way to hoist himself up. At the sign of Seth's movement, Roman's free hand presses firmly onto his back, anchoring him down into the bed. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? You trying to walk away from your Tribal Chief? Again?" Roman demands, punctuating each of his words with a harsh thrust of his fingers before pulling them out entirely.
For as much as he tries to stay in character, Seth can't help but whine as he's left empty.
Roman chuckles behind him, low and sinister. "Nah, you ain't going nowhere this time, are you? Mouthy whore, you just become a problem like this just so I'll fuck you back into place."
Weakly, Seth peeks over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Roman, still fully clothed apart from his joggers pushed down his hips enough to free his cock. Aware of the show he's putting on now, Roman takes his time to uncap the bottle of lube again, pouring a generous amount into the palm of his hand before stroking himself with it, eyes growing darker with each flick of his wrist.
"That's what you want, isn't it? To be a slut for your Tribal Chief?"
With one last burst of defiance, Seth tries to push back up, forcing off the hand holding him down. The rebellion, however, barely makes it an inch before Roman moves the hand that was on Seth's back to instead grab a hold of his hair, yanking him by it to force his compliance.
"Fuck you," grumbles Seth, though his voice is small. Defeated.
Roman leans in to kiss Seth's cheek, painfully tender in his touch, before he lines up against his hole. Without another word, he rams himself into the other man, forcing himself through until he's fully inside.
There's a heavy silence as they both stay still, only the sound of their breaths and heart beats filling the space between them. Roman watches carefully, waiting to see that slight sign of tension easing in his lover's shoulders before letting the devil inside of him take over again.
When the switch occurs, it's marked by the sharp snap of Roman's hips, pulling out just enough to slam hard into Seth, causing him to whine out something shrill and pathetic.
"You know this is all you're really good for, baby."
Roman wastes no more time setting a brutal pace, fucking harshly into Seth and forcing out more of those sounds, pitiful noises that are music to his ears. Sounds that could get him off alone even without the incredible feeling of Seth's tight body around him, clutching onto him in overwhelming warmth.
"You're no Architect, no Messiah, no Visionary."
Gripping onto his long hair again, Roman yanks on Seth hard, forcing the man below him to arch his back further, a perfect position for him to start angling his thrusts, looking for that spot that will force even more unwanted pleasure out of the man below him.
"What you are — what you will always be — is the Tribal Chief's slut."
By coincidence by the grace of some higher power with a wicked sense of humor, Roman manages to brush against that spot inside Seth as he growls out that last word. Immediately, Seth reduces further, all his pride crumbling as his moans fill the space around them.
There's no sense in fighting more, no sense in masking it. Deep in Seth's battered and bruised heart, he knows Roman's right.
No matter how much he wants to break away from it, all he wants is to belong to Roman.
To his Tribal Chief.
The man behind him can feel the way Seth's body goes limp, accepting his place and accepting the pleasure being forced upon him. Smiling around his words, Roman praises the defeated man, "That's it, that's my good boy. Ain't it just so much easier like this?"
Any lingering urge to argue is extinguished the second he feels one of Roman's strong hands snake around his waist, reaching downward to wrap his fingers tightly around his hard cock. In tempo with the rocking of his hips, Roman strokes Seth, overwhelming him from both sides.
Body starting to tense, Seth can feel the end approaching, heat coiling in his stomach as he weakly grips at the sheets beneath him. "Ro…" he murmurs, trying to piece together any comprehensible thought, but left with just that tiny sound as his begging.
"You gonna come for me, slut?"
The already relentless rhythm picks up even further, foot flat on the accelerator towards Seth's impending cliff.
"Come for your Tribal Chief."
Sounds get strangled, caught in Seth's throat as white release covers Roman's hand and the bed below. Something about the lack of sound, the way his body becomes completely limp and vulnerable, feels even more humiliating than his previous attempts at fighting or the moans that dropped from his lips seconds prior.
Once Seth finishes, he feels the thick heat of Roman pull away from his body. In post orgasmic haze, Seth lets out a small whine of protest until he's flipped over by the other man onto his back, able to now look up at him with heavy eyes.
There's a dark look in Roman's eyes as he crawls up Seth's body, moving to straddle his face. "Open your mouth," he commands, voice low and quiet, as if there were anyone in the hallways of their home that could overhear.
Lazily, Seth drops his jaw, closing his eyes and preparing for the thick weight of Roman's cock to flood his mouth. However, Roman doesn't force himself into Seth's throat — instead, he begins stroking himself, using the same hand still covered in Seth's cum, dragging himself to his own finish.
After everything, it doesn't take long before he's coming, white ropes splattering across Seth's face. Claiming his property.
The mood shifts the second after Roman finishes. There's a gentleness to his movements as he moves away from Seth, disappearing from the bed before returning hardly a minute later with a warm towel, cleaning up the mess he'd left on his partner's face. Seth doesn't dare to open his eyes until he's certain Roman has finished his cleaning — having learned from that mistake before.
Once the clean-up is complete, Roman strips the rest of his own and Seth's clothes before curling into the bed beside him, embracing his husband from behind as he presses a few butterfly soft kisses to the back of his neck.