I lay there beneath him. Me? The Dean of the future is atop me, biting me roughly, arousing me with his body in mine. But I'm Dean, Dean of the past. He's plunging in and out of me, his thigh holster hitting my hip as he conquers my body. This is wrong, but why does it feel so good? I'm fucking myself and it's kinky. The force of his thrusts bruises me and I can't help but scream our name. He feels perfect, like we're meant to be and if that isn't wrong then I don't know what is. I scream our name again as I come, feeling him fill me up with our hot come.