#that involves Roman's firm moobs

[brokenkingdom-forgottenempire]

This is so random, you’ll hate me. A McReigns random moment.

So....you guys saw that photo of Roman’s chest? Yea, it was really distracting. 

This is just a random moment when Drew is obsessed with Roman’s chest. Chest biting, kissing. Nipple biting too because why not. 

Roman was lying down on the couch, a phone in his hands, his glasses rode low at the bridge of his nose as he scrolled through his social media account; reading news and random posts, replying texts from his friends and family. He did not have work today so he was just going to laze around with his boyfriend.

As the Samoan was too busy reading a news on his phone, he was surprised and almost dropped the small device when Drew suddenly laid on top of him, face instantly buried in his chest. 

“Babe, you’re heavy,” Roman tried to ignore his Scottish boyfriend and continued to read. Drew did not budge and instead he began to rub his face against Roman’s clothed chest. As hard as the Samoan tried to focus on reading, he could not. Not when he felt Drew slowly began to drop small kisses, hands reaching up to slightly squeeze his pecs and Roman only reacted when Drew pinched his nipples.

“DREW! I’m trying to read!” Roman tried to push Drew’s hand away from his chest but Drew was quick to grab his wrist. 

“Then read. Don’t mind me enjoying my time,” Drew’s voice was deep and smooth, his big hands were still wrapped around Roman’s wrists, making sure Roman would not push him away. He liked his spot on Roman’s chest. 

“You’re distracting me,” huffed the Samoan before he took his glasses off and placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. “This couch is long enough for you to sit, why are you lying down on me? I’m still sore after my match,” The older man continued to rant and complain but Drew just continued to ignore him and went back to rubbing his face against his boyfriend’s plush chest, like a damn cat. Roman sighed when he realized the Scot was no longer listening to him. 

“Babe, I’m serious. My whole body is still so sore, and you squashing me like this is not helping,” Roman had to bite his lower lip when Drew bit his clothed teat as a warning for Roman to not try to push him away. 

“You’ve been working on these lately, baby?” Drew asked as his hands move up to squeeze Roman’s moobs.

The Samoan arched his brows at Drew’s question. “Yes? I have to make sure they won’t get saggy since I lost some pounds. Won’t be a nice view to the audience if my tits are swaying while I wrestle,” 

“Thought so. Love how firm they look in this t-shirt too,” Drew whistled causing his boyfriend to roll his eyes. 

“So you’re just going to play with my tits all day?” Roman asked defeatedly. He did not even bother to try and stop Drew anymore. Instead he ran his fingers through Drew’s hair, letting the younger man enjoy his playtime. 

“I just want to see if your chest is as plush as your fans claimed,” Drew replied nonchalantly. 

“My chest is what?” 

“Plush. Squishy. Soft. I don’t know, your fans been talking about it online since last night. I got curious,” Drew back to burying his head in between Roman’s pecs again so the last sentence came out muffled.

“You need to be removed from all social media platforms if this continues- ah! Don’t bite too hard!” Roman hissed. Drew did not even look apologetic when he lifted his head to look at his boyfriend. A sly smirk decorated the Scot’s face. Drew and his biting kink. Roman shook his head. “I don’t understand why it got you all curious when I have been sleeping naked with you in the same bed for years now. And don’t leave a mark on my chest. I don’t wear shirt when I train,”

“Well, I just got curious. No reason. And also a good excuse for me to use your chest as my pillow,”

“But I can’t breathe-,”

“Fuck you, Reigns. I’m not that heavy,” Drew went back to assaulting his boyfriend’s chest, leaving trails of tiny bites on the skin and later gently covering them with kisses. Roman just let his man do whatever he wanted, and flinching whenever Drew went a bit too hard on him, but Drew would always kiss them better. 

“Wait, why don’t you wear t-shirt when you train anymore?” Drew stopped and lifted his upper body off his boyfriend. 

“I want to show off beautiful moobs to the other boys. It gets them motivated,” Roman teased and laughed when Drew growled at his reply. The Samoan moved to grab Drew’s face in his hands, slowly pulling the younger man’s face closer to his. “Don’t get jealous, baby boy. You know they have seen me wrestle topless before,” 

“But they’ll be groping you-”

“Babe, we’re not X-Men. How the fuck are they supposed to pin me if they can’t touch me?” Roman shook his head. His Scottish man, who had been wrestling with nothing but a pair of tight leather trunks, was jealous of other men groping him in the ring, who only began to wrestle topless for less than a year. “As if you didn’t strip in front of millions of people for your entrance,” 

Drew huffed but then leaned in to steal a kiss from his boyfriend. “Fine, but don’t let them get too far with those hands,” 

“Hmm.. I’ll remind them again. Come on, more kisses for my sore nipples before lunch,” 

“Yes, Chief,” Drew smirked and continued with his work, tickling his older boyfriend once a while that caused Roman to writhe and giggle endlessly on their huge couch. Their weekend was off with a great start. 

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I honestly hate it. Can’t change my mind. It sounded nice in my head.