The continued adventures of Punk & Dean.
A follow on from Christmas Cupid.
Dean was summoned into consciousness by the sounds of music drifting through the apartment and the blessed aroma of coffee and some sweet spicy baked thing he couldn't quite identify. Smiling to himself, he slipped out of bed and headed towards the source of it all.
"Good morning sunshine! Happy Christmas!"
"Dean! You're up."
Dean stepped through the doorway and entered the warmth of the kitchen, his smile growing wider as he realised that his lover was wearing the gag gift he'd given him the night before, a white fake fur-trimmed red velvet thong and matching Santa hat, and not a stitch more.
Crossing the room quickly, he wrapped the older man in a warm embrace, kissing him softly on the lips.
"Are you my present? Because I'm very ok with that if you are…"
He sat down on the stool they kept in their small kitchen solely so either one of them could keep the other company while they cooked and accepted the mug of coffee offered to him, opening his arms to make space for Punk to sit on his lap.
"Nope, but I've decided that you're mine."
Reaching under his hat, Punk pulled out a festive bow and placed it precisely on Dean's head, ducking in to kiss his dimpled cheek. Dean sipped at his drink and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend, cuddling him in close.
"This is good shit Punk, new blend?"
"Indeed, one of mine, just for you."
Dean drained the last of his brew, Punk taking the empty mug from his hands and reaching over his partner to place it on the counter. Twisting in the other man's lap, he draped his arms across Dean's shoulders, his head falling back as the younger man nuzzled along his bristled jaw.
"What time do we need to go get our baby?"
Dean punctuated his question with a kiss the sensitive spot beneath Punk's ear.
"You have...to stop...calling...him a baby...he's three. And a dog."
"Ah, but he'll always be my baby...so what time?"
"Rod said any time after two."
Dean sat up and glanced above Punk's head to the clock on the kitchen wall.
"...so it's eight now...take ten minutes to get there...the food's already in the refrigerator...what's in the oven babe?"
"Breakfast. Spiced carrot muffins."
"Nearly done?"
"Another few minutes…"
"Eh, done enough."
Sliding an arm under Punk's legs, Dean stood. Pausing only to allow his lover a moment to turn off the oven and open the door, he carried him, bridal style, back to their bed.
"Hope you made a lot of those muffins, because I'm planning on working up an appetite."
With that, Dean threw his boyfriend onto the rumpled covers of the bed, his cargo landing more gracefully than he had any right to and scooching up the bed so to sit against the headboard. The pompom on his hat falling rakishly over one eye, Punk smirked and leaned back, hands clasped behind his head.
"I was counting on it Deano."
Dean clambered onto the bed, straddling Punk's legs. Rocking forward, lips parted just a fraction, he gazed down into his lover's eyes.
Punk's hands drifted to Dean's thighs, spreading over the warm skin, thumbs sweeping back and forth through the soft downy hair. Craning upwards, he captured his partner's lips with his, gentle soft pecks giving way quickly to deeper passions.
Effortlessly Punk flipped them over, barely breaking their kiss, the furry bobble of his hat giving Dean the handhold he needed to pull the thing off of his lover's head as he braced himself over him.
"Hey! You're the present here!"
Punk flicked the bow, which by some minor miracle had managed to stay put."
"I'll be the one doing the unwrapping."
Dean stilled at once.
"So unwrap me then. "
The older man slid a single finger under the hem of the shirt Dean had slept in, sweeping from hip to hip teasingly slowly, making the younger man squirm with impatience.
"Baaaaaabe…...c'mooooooon…."
"Well….it is Christmas…."
Moving quickly, he grasped the fabric at the neck of Dean's shirt and yanked his hands in opposite directions, tearing it in two.
He smiled down at Dean with all the innocence of a circling shark.
"Never was any good at being patient with my gifts."
Ducking down to kiss Dean again, his hands moved to the waistband of the younger man's underwear.
"Whoa!"
Dean bucked upwards, his ass raising off the bed.
"I like these boxers! I liked that shirt…"
Punk shrugged, but obliged his loverboy by dragging the dark cotton down his long legs, tossing the garment into the corner of the room with a flourish after whirling it around his head.
Still kneeling between Dean's thighs, he folded his arms and allowed his eyes to roam across the beautifully familiar and well loved body spread out before him. There was not a single inch of it that he did not adore.
Dean grew restless again, needing to feel his boyfriend's touch.
"Puh…."
He was silenced by Punk's finger on his lips.
"Hush Deano...trying to enjoy my Christmas treat here…"
Fidgeting now, writhing with need, Dean's lips parted as he captured Punk's finger with his mouth. Teasing with his tongue, he required no words to make his desires clear.
He chased that solo digit as Punk withdrew, meeting him halfway in a fierce heated kiss. Together, they fell back to the pillows, a muffled groan escaping Dean as Punk's velvet covered hardness brushed over his own bare, aching cock.
"That feel good Deano?"
Punk flexed his hips again, the motion setting another low moan free from his lover's lips. Bracing himself on one elbow he planted a kiss on the corner of Dean's mouth, a hand slipping between their bodies to lightly massage the younger man's balls.
"Does it feel as good as my hands?"
His lips brushed over the tip of Dean's nose, hips pulsating once more, his clothed dick rubbing against his man's. Slithering down the bed he left a dusting of kisses in his wake.
"Does it feel as good as my mouth?"
His tongue swept up the underside of Dean's cock, then in one seamless movement, swallowed him down.
"Fuck! Punk...Phil..nothing...nothing feels as good as you."
His hand drifted down to cup Punk's face, fingers caressing the hollow of the older man's cheeks as he sucked, his head bobbing as he worked Dean's length with his unseen clever tongue.
"Babe...ease up...swing round...I need to taste you too."
Dragging his mouth up the length of Dean's shaft, and with a wicked flick of his tongue to the slit, Punk pulled off and moved to relocate himself. He crawled into position and swung a leg over Dean's chest allowing the other man to drag him backwards until he was happy. His hand gravitated towards that of his lover, fingers intertwining for the briefest of moments before moving to support his weight as he leaned down to take Dean in his mouth once more.
His own hands free of any such duty, Dean placed a warm broad palm on each of the delectable ass cheeks in from of him, fingers spread wide to cover and fondle as much of the precious flesh as he could manage. Pressing his lips to the soft skin on the inside of Punk's thigh, he nuzzled his way to the insubstantial barrier of the velvety thong his boyfriend still wore.
Hooking the scarlet fabric to one side, he drew Punk's cheeks gently apart, spreading him open, exposing his rosy little hole to his view. Dean licked a wide wet stripe along the valley of his lover's cleft, huffing out a slow breath over the dampness as he retreated, enjoying the quiver of the older man's body as it responded to the chilly sensation.
He did the same again, this time pulling a rumbling groan from somewhere deep within his boyfriend, the vibrations travelling straight to his cock, still being lavished with all the love and attention Punk's mouth could give.
Lapping at the puckered muscle, Dean's persistent tongue gained entrance at last, darting in and out of the warm velvet of Punk's channel, the velvet of his underwear paling in comparison as it brushed against Dean's cheek.
Becoming irritated by the fabric, Dean paused in his ministrations for a moment to tug the tiny excuse for a piece of clothing to sit beneath the swell of Punk's ass.
Tracing his tongue from Punk's taint back to his hole, Dean resumed his feast, a finger now working alongside his tongue to ease his lover back open, the wet muscle of teasing around his rim as the single digit plunged deep inside, seeking out the nub of pleasure hidden within. Soon it was joined by a second, sweeping across Punk's prostate, forcing more dirty moans to ripple over Dean's cock as his man continued to lick and suck.
Suddenly Punk threw his head backwards, back arching, eyes cast to the ceiling.
"...stop...cock...in me NOW Deano!"
Flailing blindly behind himself, he batted at the side of Dean's head, forcing him to pull his tongue and fingers free. Rising to his knees he shuffled forward and before Dean had a chance to even think about reaching for the lube grasped his mouth wet cock and sank down, taking him almost to the root.
He rolled his hips, working himself down the rest of the way, Dean's hands a steadying touch at his waist, his own a steadying touch on Dean's bent knees.
"God...you feel so perfect...your cock was made for me. Best gift ever. Every. Fuckin'. Day."
Impaled on Dean's length, Punk gyrated in time to some slow rhythm only he could hear, seeking out the angle he needed to set his senses alight. Finding it, he lifted himself up, tortuously slowly, almost lifting himself clear, only to slam back down, the movement causing Dean's cockhead to drag over his prostate in the most tantalising way.
He repeated his action, once, twice, three times more then stopped abruptly, swatting at Dean's thigh.
"Hey...come on...I'm not doing all the work here. What happened to working up an appetite."
"Sorry babe… I was admiring the view...kinda distracted me…"
At that he thrust upwards, making his beloved Punk yelp in pleasure and surprise.
"Attaboy Deano! Now we're talking!"
Words quickly gave way to grunts and the sounds of skin slapping on skin as the pair raced headlong towards orgasm.
"Fuck! Deano...hand...HAND...now!"
"Lean back babe...I got ya…"
Dean's strong hands guided Punk backwards until he was horizontal, lying with his back to his boyfriend's broad chest.
He twisted his head to meet his lover's in a heated kiss, Dean's hand at that same moment reaching beneath the ruined red velvet that barely covered Punk's rock hard leaking dick and freeing it from it's damp fake fur and fabric cage.
The younger man's thumb swept across the dripping tip, catching the pearls of precum budding there, the same thumb that found it's way to his mouth mere moments later. With a noisy slurp, he sucked it clean, then licked his palm, wetting it before returning with relish to the task at hand.
Holding Punk tight to his chest with one hand, Dean worked his cock with the other, the slower undulating rhythm of his hips as he fucked his boyfriend's ass doing nothing to slow the approach of his impending climax and if he knew the twitching of Punk's abs as well as he thought he did, nothing to delay the arrival of his orgasm either.
Dean buried his face in the crook of Punk's shoulder as he came with a yell, dragging Punk over the precipice with him, hands and hips working together to ride out the final tremors of climax.
Neither man moved until Dean's softening cock slipped free, Punk turning round once it did to lie chest to chest with his lover, sweaty back trading places with sweaty cum smeared stomach.
Eyes glazed, no longer with lust, but with the drowsy soft focus of passion well sated, he pressed his lips to Dean's chest in a lazy kiss, his words a mumble as they both drifted into a light doze.
"Best gift ever...every...fuckin'...day..."
So I swore I'd never write Punkbrose, and then Christmas Cupid happened & these 2 charmers got right under my skin...and then politely demanded that I let them show off some more :)
Many thanks to lamentomori for her 'gentle encouragement' (and endless patience in the face of teasing.)