Punk sat up, drawn to it like a beacon. His head came up perfectly in line with Seth's crotch, and he reached both arms through his thighs, his hands coming around and cupping him from the back side, his nails digging into those supple cheeks, making Seth squeal a little bit before moaning loudly.
He grabbed Punk's head and pulled it to him tightly, shivering as his hot mouth kissed and gently gnawed on Seth's tingling cock, the cute, excited squeals coming back when Punk's mouth found the head of his pulsing dick through the shiny, tight nylon. The fabric did nothing to obscure his form in the deliciously lewd garment, and when he finally grabbed Punk's head, ripping it away from his hard package, he pushed him back down roughly and grinned as he stood over him. He slowly hooked his thumbs through the sides of the tiny briefs and teased Punk, pulling one side down and then the other, but then pulling them back up tightly around his crotch, giving him a very detailed view of his bulge through the black wet-look fabric.
His unexpected aggression surprised and excited Punk, and he reached down, unzipping his jeans, devouring Seth with his eyes the entire time. He flipped them open, exposing his lower stomach, down to where he still had just the tiniest bit of hair, everything else manicured nicely around it.
He reached down and pulled out his impatient cock, stroking lightly as he looked up. "Come down here and get this," Punk said, holding his stiff length up to show how much it needed attention.
"Uh-uh, not yet," Seth replied, wagging a finger at him cheekily, smirking. "Take that shirt off first. I wanna look at you."
Punk sat back up and pulled off his t-shirt, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Now that he knew exactly where things stood between the two of them, his inner slut was rapidly surfacing. He lay back slowly, linking his hands behind his head and relaxing into the pillows. "See anything you like?" he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
"Oh yeah," Seth replied, "all of it." He stepped between Punk's legs, kicking them apart, and suddenly dropped to his knees, grinning like a kid in a candy store. He bent over and pressed his mouth to Punk's stomach, dragging his warm, wet tongue over the "straight edge" tattoo that was inked there, tickling him until he couldn't do anything but squirm and moan breathily under his touch.
Punk's hands came up on either side of Seth's head, trying to subtly direct him downward towards his dick, but Seth caught him by the wrists and quickly pinned him back against the pillows.
"NO," said Seth, giving him a stern look. "I have certain things I want to do to you before I let you touch me." He moved up toward Punk's face, stopping to kiss him slowly and passionately before moving on to licking and kissing Punk's tattooed arms.
"Fuck, you're sexy," Punk groaned as he gave in, his upper body relaxing but his lower body continuing to try to grind against any friction it could get as he watched Seth's nimble mouth travel up one arm and down the other, licking and kissing and biting as it moved along. He took his time, admiring each bit of tattooed skin before kissing it. By the time he finished and came back face to face with Punk, they both looked at each other knowingly and lustfully. Punk lunged at him with his head and buried his face into Seth's neck, biting down hard on the tender flesh, drawing a growl from Seth's throat.
"WHAT did I just say?!" He snarled, surprising Punk yet again, his dick throbbing even harder because of it. Seth immediately grabbed Punk's wrists again, this time pinning his arms out straight across the bed, crumpling several comic books in the process. He looked at Punk with his mouth open, eyes wide, not sure if he was in trouble or not. Punk found that to be hilariously cute and laughed loudly, earning him a slap from Seth, which just made him laugh harder.
"I'm sorry, it was just...your face...like you thought I would be mad or something." Punk said, still laughing.
"So, what, you're not?" Seth asked incredulously.
Punk laughed, smiled and looked at him admiringly. "Those can be replaced. Moments like this can't." He lay back again, adding, "Go ahead. Do me...tough guy," smirking. "I'll buy more comics."
Seth smirked as well, shaking his head. "Okay then. You asked for it."
Dropping his head back down and flipping his hair to one side, Seth began to lick and nip at Punk's chest, making little soft growling noises. He reached down and groped at himself, squeezing his dick through the briefs. Punk saw it and asked, "So, you like tattoos, I take it?"
"Oh God yes,"gushed Seth, looking up, his eyes smoldering. He gripped his dick harder, moaning. "Well, in that case, you don't want to forget these," Punk shot back, sticking two tattooed fingers in his mouth and grabbing him by the ass, pulling his hips down and rubbing their hard cocks together. He removed his fingers and slapped Seth's other ass cheek, kneading the rounded globes as they both ground heatedly against one another, mouths locked in a dizzying kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Punk asked, "So, can I touch you now? Are you all done with whatever it was you wanted to do to me?"
"Ha....not even close. But I'll manage. I suppose you can touch now," Seth replied with a grin.
Before Seth could react, Punk had already grabbed hold of him and flipped him over onto his back, crushing some more of the comic books beneath Seth's writhing body. The sound of pages ripping caused another flash of guilt to cross Seth's face, but Punk caught him before he could vocalize it. "Seth. Don't worry. Seriously. This is MUCH more entertaining than even the best comic book I own. Just have fun, and whatever happens, happens."
"I knew there was a reason I liked you," Seth said, smiling sweetly.
"Besides thinking I'm sexy and wanting to fuck me, you mean?" Punk cracked, smirking again.
"Well yeah, of course, but also because you seemed fun......and you are fun."
"Oh yeah?" Punk questioned, "You wanna have some real fun?"
Punk sat up and was abruptly caught by Seth's hands, turning him around and pushing him down on all fours. "Yes...yes I do," Seth said with an evil little glint in his eye, peeling down Punk' jeans, exposing his pert little ass in front of him. He licked his lips as Punk looked back at him, surprised once again. "Man, I had no idea you had this side to you. I gotta be honest, I kinda like it."
"Good," replied Seth, "Because there are still a few more things I'd like to do to you first, if you don't mind," he said, staring at the beautiful ass in front of him, licking his lips. "Oh, like I'm gonna tell you to stop...please..." Punk answered, arching his back.
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