"Where's your fucking lube at, anyway?" Seth asked. "I'm done fucking around with you."
Punk reached under the other pillow on the bed and pulled out a small bottle, holding it up without looking back at him. Seth ripped it out of his hand, snarling "Oh, that figures...right on hand for easy access. Kinda like you, huh, you fucking whore?" He teased, smacking that ass, making Punk flinch and moan pleasingly. Seth could feel him starting to tremble slightly as he slicked some lube onto his eager member, using it like a paintbrush to spread the slippery liquid down into Punk's crack. Once it was wet, he kept up the pressure, purposely rubbing the head of his dick over that small opening over and over until Punk was bucking back against him, panting and trying to lift his ass up off the bed.
"What's the matter, slut? You want this dick? Well you better beg me for it then." Seth commanded, his voice measured and stern. He placed the head of his cock against Punk's asshole and gave it just enough pressure to make Punk's head come up off the bed, looking back at him with a crazed look of desperate need in his eyes.
"God yes....fuck me....please..."
"Who?" Seth taunted. "Who do you want to be the first one to fuck this nice little virgin ass of yours?"
"You....I want you...please..." Punk cried, grinding his ass sluttily against Seth's meat.
Leaning in next to Punk's head, Seth said in a low voice, "And who is that, exactly? You know what I want to hear. Just give me what I want and I'll give you what you want," he said, going back to rubbing his dick up and down in that warm valley.
"Unnhhh....you...I mean Seth. Goddammit, please...Seth....I need you to fuck me....sooo fucking bad....please..."
Seth smiled, replying "I know you do, babe, I know. Seth's gonna make all those bad feelings go away, don't you worry."
Just before he moved to press himself forward, Seth leaned in a little more, licking at the tattoo behind Punk's ear and whispering, "I'm gonna give you a piece of advice, from someone who knows: take a deep breath, let it out, and relax..."
He waited as Punk inhaled deeply and started to exhale, and then pushed his cock into that slick crevice, feeling the head of his dick penetrate through the outer ring of muscle into the smooth, almost suffocatingly tight sheath of Punk's ass. Punk's head came up, letting out a long, drawn-out, plaintive whine as he felt himself being stretched open, Seth's cock suddenly feeling like it was twice its size as it burrowed its way in.
As soon as Punk's brain got the endorphin rush it was looking for, it dropped him immediately into subspace, his moans quieting, his body losing the will to resist. Seth kept going, a smirk crossing his lips as he recognized what was happening. He dropped his hands down on either side of Punk's shoulders, planting himself and angling his hips up, slamming it in the rest of the way, biting him possessively on the neck as he bounced him against the mattress.
"Unnnhhhh yeah....," grunted Seth as he finally breeched him fully, his dick lodged firmly in that pulsing tunnel. "Look at me," he growled, as Punk turned his head to the side, looking at Seth from the corner of his eye. "You feel my cock inside you? Can you feel it buried allll the wayyyyy in there? Come on, don't float away on me, fucker...ANSWER ME!!"
Punk's breathing quickened as he came back into his body, and he suddenly found his voice again. He let out a long, frustrated, anguished groan and pushed himself off the bed with his arms, pressing himself as close to Seth as possible, his head coming up in the crook of Seth's neck as they both breathed harshly in each others' ears, chests heaving. "Yes," he said hoarsely, his body utterly yielding. Seth looked at him and saw the smile on his face.
"You can't hide it, can you? You loooove this...don't you?" He grunted, thrusting. Punk moaned loudly with every one of his movements, completely on the hook. "FUCK...god...fuck me you are so fucking good...let me get up...please..." he pleaded, trying to get Seth to back up off of him. Seth knew exactly what he wanted. All he could think about was Dean at that moment, how he always knew just how Seth liked it, when he was ready to start getting pounded hard in those few minutes before Dean's relentless cock would bring him to an inevitable blinding climax. "Alright," he said impatiently, grabbing Punk's hips, yanking him up onto his knees.
Every word out of Seth's mouth was channeling Dean at that point. "C'mere, bitch," he ordered, pulling Punk upright, sliding in behind him and dropping him down onto his rampant pole again. With now hand gripping his neck and the other wrapped around his begging cock, Seth started working it in and out as he stroked and squeezed Punk into a frenzy on top of him. "You're such a fucking whore, you know that? You dirty...fucking...bitch. You think it's gonna be this easy if it's really Dean fucking you? I got news for you, you'd be busted in two by now. You better practice real hard with my dick, sweetheart, and maybe he'll let you break yourself on his. Maaaaybe. That's if I even decide to share.."
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