Seth couldn't keep his mouth off of Punk even as he fucked him, licking and biting him on the shoulder and neck, which just made him tense up more and moan louder as he rode him. "God, you feel soooo fucking good," Seth panted into his ear, their shared body heat and his thrusting making him break out in a sweat. "You want me to bust this big fucking load in that little ass, baby? It's so fucking tight in there...I don't know if I can hold out much longer..."
Punk somehow found the presence of mind to reach up and rip Seth's hand off of his throat, landing crouched down, ass up, the momentarily forgotten comic books crunching and ripping beneath him. He reached a hand back, smacking Seth's ass, spurring him on. "You better give it to me harder than that then. Come on, hard, you FUCK!"
Without skipping a beat, Seth captured both of Punk's wrists and pulled them back toward him, giving him nothing to balance his weight on. He drove himself in all the way, eliciting an impassioned plea from Punk not to stop. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not stopping until I feel you cumming around my dick, bitch. Fucking do it..." Seth grunted, pounding hard, watching Punk's ass take his cock in all the way each time.
"Yeah...FUCK yeah don't fucking stop...so fucking good...unhhh that's gonna make me cum, oh god please don't stop," Punk begged, hanging precariously on the edge.
"Then stop talking about it and FUCKING DO IT!!" Seth ordered, giving it to him as hard as he could, feeling his own orgasm building quickly. He let go of Punk's wrists, dropping him face-down on the bed, ass still up high. Seth put a hand on the back of his head, holding him down in that position.
Punk's hand went immediately to his cock which was begging for release, and started to stroke himself hard and fast, eyes closed and tongue licking at the corner of his mouth in concentration. Seth saw it and moved his hand to his mouth, sticking his fingers in. Punk sucked on them greedily, then started to bite down hard as all the pulsating tension that had been building inside him began to peak.
"Yeessss....right there, right fucking there....yeah unhhhh..." Punk groaned as the sensation overtook him, pulling him under, drowning in the pleasure of it. He bucked forward, stroking his cock down hard one last time and spraying a massive wet shot of cum all over the bed and the comics that lay underneath him. He continued to shoot off for a few more seconds, each thrust from Seth forcing more out of him as his eyes rolled in their sockets, completely lost to the moment.
As soon as Punk was done, Seth pulled out, flipped Punk over onto his back, and straddled his abdomen, stroking himself off furiously. "I wanna remember this," he said, looking down at Punk's exhausted, smiling face. He ran a hand through Punk's sweaty hair, tilting his head back, pointing the head of his dick in the direction of Punk's chin.
"Fucccckkkk, I'm gonna unload on you so hard," Seth growled through gritted teeth as Punk opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue like a good slut. Seth felt the pressure build and then erupt out of him with so much force, he splattered Punk with a shot that covered him from chest to face in his hot load. His next couple of shots he aimed at Punk's chest, making sure to cover as much tattooed skin as possible, moaning and cursing while he did it. When he was finally drained, he sat there for a moment, admiring his handiwork. Punk licked up what landed on and around his mouth and then reached up, pulling Seth down and kissing him deeply. Seth moaned as he tasted his own cum on Punk's lips and then pulled back.
He looked around them at the mess of destroyed comic books, just then realizing how badly mangled they now were. "Oh, shit, uhh...I guess you're gonna have to replace them all now, huh?" Seth said, somewhat guiltily. Punk also looked around, laughed, and picked up one of the books laying next to him.
"Hey, uh, do me a favor and hand me that Sharpie over there on the table." Punk said, grinning mischeviously. Seth grabbed it and threw it to him on the bed. He wrote something on it and handed the comic over to Seth. "Here...a memento of your visit. You might wanna let it dry for a bit first though, so the pages don't stick together."
Seth looked down at it. It was the comic with the splash page of Jean Grey that they had both been ogling earlier, but now it was covered in Punk's sticky load, right across Jean's ass. Next to it he had added his autograph with 'let's do this again- xoxo' underneath it. Seth put his hand over his mouth, oddly touched by the sentiment.
"You're so fucking great...of course we're gonna do this again," Seth said, smiling affectionately at him. "I might have to frame this one," he joked, holding up the comic.
"Don't you think your uhm....teammates might have a problem with that though?" Punk inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, right," Seth replied, a little concerned. "Well, maybe I'll just keep it someplace secret then."
"Hey, as long as I don't see it end up on eBay, I'm cool with whatever," Punk said, laughing.
Seth looked at him, shocked he would even suggest such a thing. "Are you kidding me?! This is the centerpiece of my collection now. Anybody who tries to take this from me is gonna have to fight me for it."
Punk chuckled, thoroughly amused with himself again. "I think you are a bigger fanboy than me," he teased, watching Seth smile warmly in response.
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