Not So Bad
Disclaimer: No own
Notes: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all. This fic (I'm sorry for its lateness, I just got your prompt) is for Milady2222. So let's see what I can do here.
"No, not him." John glowered at Shawn, crumpling up the paper in his hand.
"Sorry John, that's who you drew, you'll just have to live with it." Shawn shrugged. "I'm sure the 'Shaman of Sexy' or whatever you're calling yourself now can think of something to give him for Christmas. Maybe a giant bubble to keep him away from all of us 'addicts' right?"
Shawn laughed to himself as he left John Morrison to ponder his gift. John rolled his eye. Leave it to HBK to make himself laugh.
Sighing, John adjusted his flimsy robe and knocked on the hotel door. He glanced around nervously, hoping no one would come out of their rooms and see him. The door opened.
"What do you want Morrison? Need some advice on quitting your drug habit?" CM Punk stood in his doorway, his arrogant assumption almost making John turn around to leave.
"No, no Punk, I'm here to satisfy." he stated cockily, pushing the man back into his room. As the door closed behind them, John let his robe fall to the ground. Punk couldn't help but let his eyes fix on John's jewel-bedazzled abs.
"Merry Christmas Punk, I'm your Secret Santa." John said, taking hold of Punk's shoulders and pushing him backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and he fell back upon it.
It wasn't long before John had his "victim" completely divested of his clothes and laid bare before him.
"Not bad." John complimented. "But not me."
Punk nearly came off the bed as his cock was engulfed in John's throat.
"Ahhhhhh." he moaned. John chuckled, sending more vibrations up Punk's cock.
"Sh......ohhhhhh." Punk said. John pulled up.
"Now you've given me a challenge Punk. Before I'm done with you, I will make you swear." he told him, stroking his hand up and down him. Without warning, he flipped him onto his stomach and pinned him there.
"Now, you are gonna love this."he whispered in Punk's ear. He leaned down and parted his cheeks, blowing air over his pucker making Punk squirm and whine.
"I'm not done yet." John laughed, swiping his tongue over his opening. Punk was babbling incoherently in pleasure as he worked his tongue past the muscle of resistance.
"Please, please, please, please." Punk begged. John smirked to himself.
"Ok Baby, I'll make you cum, don't you worry." he said cockily. He slicked up his fingers and slid one and then two inside. Punk whined and tightened around them.
"Oh you're gonna be a nice tight fuck aren't you?" John teased.
"Just do it now!" Punk gasped, rearing back against the fingers.
"What's the magic word?" John continued to tease.
"Fuck you you little shit!" he yelled making John smile.
"Actually that works. I knew I'd make you swear." With that, he slicked up his own cock and slid inside Punk.
Punk clenched tightly around him, making him moan. "Damn, like a vice Baby."
"Move." Punk croaked impatiently.
"Your wish is my command." John started to fuck him fast and hard, making him writhe and scream under him.
"Yeah you like that don't you Bitch? Being used like my cheap whore?" John hissed between thrusts. So out of his mind with pleasure, Punk agreed.
John started to stroke him with each thrust.
"Cum for me." he growled. Punk arched and came hard, swearing and screaming John's name. John was right behind him, gritting his teeth and filling his insides with his seed. Sighing, he pulled out of Punk's exhausted body.
"Eh..." he said, slipping on his robe. "You weren't bad boy, Merry Christmas."
Without another word, he left, leaving Punk lying in the results of sex.
End
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Me: Well yes Shawny, you ARE my dominant muse.