some slow established relationship body worship for our favorite zombie. again, also available on ao3 under prettyboymichaels!

It was a slow day for them, the kind of day they didn't tend to have often, where they didn't much want to leave bed for anything. (It was the kind of day where Undertaker wouldn't have, if Shawn didn't need to eat or use the bathroom at some point. He'd only followed out of solidarity... and because Shawn had stolen the comforter to drape over his shoulders when he went to make himself a very late breakfast.) These kind of days, they mostly just drifted, cocooned in their sheets, holding one another, maybe talking, maybe not. Everything they did was slow, gentle, a sharp contrast to the rest of their lives, although the sex… well. That was a toss-up.

This time, it seemed to be a little bit of both.

It'd started with Shawn brushing his fingertips over Undertaker's bare chest. He was laying on him, really, his cheek resting on his breastbone and a leg thrown over his hips, like his own personal blanket. His eyes had been closed, just breathing in the smell of Shawn's shampoo and rubbing his thumb in little circles into his hip, where he had his arm wrapped around him, but he cracked one of them open when Shawn shifted to press closed-mouth kisses to his chest, watching him move from his sternum to his collarbone to his pectorals before shutting his eye again with a grunt when he reached his nipple. It earned him a breathless chuckle, and he felt Shawn shift again, folding his arms under him so he could prop his chin on them.

He opened both eyes, this time, half-lidded, to find Shawn smiling at him far too fondly, his hair effortlessly framing his face. Undertaker didn't know how he did it; despite the curtains being drawn, keeping out most of the late afternoon sun, he looked as radiant as ever. "Is there something on my face?" he asked instead, making sure to keep his voice low, not wanting to break the gentle atmosphere laying over them.

Shawn just blew out another laugh. "So suspicious. Can't I just admire my beautiful boyfriend sometimes?"

That made Taker snort, and he closed his eyes again, sinking a little deeper into the pillows below his head. "Didn't realize I was dating a comedian."

"Shawn, obviously, was able to pick up the sarcasm in his voice right away. "Oh, please, as though I'd joke about how hot you are. I'm allowed to compliment you, y'know, you only say the same shit to me everyday."

"That's because you are beautiful, Shawn," Undertaker told him, in no uncertain terms, because that was just a fact. He knew it, Shawn knew it, everyone in the back knew it, all the fans knew it – it was like saying Death Valley was 'a bit warm'.

"Of course I am," Shawn said, because he was nothing if not aware of his own looks. "And so are you."

He drew in a deep breath and let it out in one big sigh, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Just from Shawn's tone, he could already tell, "You're not letting this go, are you."

"Nope!" Shawn said brightly, and he opened his eyes when he felt him move, watching as he sat up and the blankets fell to the bed, revealing his bare stomach and naked thighs. "Now I've got something to prove," Shawn went on, shuffling on his knees to lean over and dig out the lube from their bedside drawer, giving Taker a very generous view of his ass in the meantime. "This is your own fault, deadman."

"Oh no," he deadpanned as Shawn turned back around. "Now we're having sex. Whatever will I do."

"Now who's the comedian," Shawn grumbled, tossing the lube down beside them so he could push the sheets down even further and settle snugly between Taker's legs on his stomach, giving him a cheeky grin inches from his cock. It had started to harden the second Shawn had bent over – it'd probably been conditioned to, at this point, at the sight of Shawn's bare ass – and the hot breaths Shawn was puffing onto it certainly weren't making it go down. "Let's start with this, hm?"

As though he'd argue with that. Shawn didn't seem to be waiting for an answer, anyway, as he immediately moved in to nuzzle his hipbone, smirking when it made his cock twitch. "Have I mentioned how much I love your cock?"

"Once or twice," Taker said, low in his throat, and stifled a hiss when Shawn began dragging kisses up his hipbone, lightly nipping and then soothing the skin with his tongue. He moved his arm to give him more room, which just made Shawn stifle a chuckle into his side.

"Well, it is a masterpiece," he teased, raising a hand to stroke the inside of his thigh and nipping him again when he shivered. "Fills me up just right. Ruined me for anyone else, I can tell you that."

"Good," he grunted, and Shawn laughed again.

"Possessive," he said, in a sing-songy tone of voice, raising his head so he could pull Taker's legs up to rest on his shoulders. He was now positioned directly in front of his cock again, locking eyes with him momentarily before turning his attention to it. It was mostly hard by now, despite how little Shawn had done to him. "It's perfect for you – not too long, not too wide, and it tastes…" He dragged his tongue up from the base to the tip, catching the drop of precome pooling at his slit on the way and making Taker's eyelids flutter before he forced them open again. Like hell he'd miss Shawn blowing him, no matter how many times he'd seen it before.

Shawn grinned at him, moving one hand to encircle the base and slowly jacking it to full hardness. "'S just as pretty as you."

Taker couldn't help it; he barked out a laugh, raising an eyebrow at him and using one of his knees to nudge the side of Shawn's head. "Pretty? Did you just call my cock pretty?" Did you just call ME pretty, is what he didn't say, but Shawn seemed to hear it anyway, as he bent to sharply bite the sensitive skin right next to his cock, in the dip of his thigh, licking his lips when Taker jolted and cursed.

"I may have the prettiest cock in this relationship, but I certainly don't have a monopoly on it," he told him simply, moving closer so he could wrap his lips around the head and suck, hard, before Taker could bring himself to argue. The only sound that came out of him instead was a choked-off moan, at the pressure, at the heat, and Shawn lowered his head, and his mouth, making sure his teeth made as much contact as his tongue did before pulling off again and continuing to slowly jack him off. No doubt he didn't want his mouth too occupied, so he could keep talking. "It looks like something out of a goddamn porno, but here it is, all for me." Another long lick, just the tip of his tongue running up the length of the vein on the underside, and the hand still on Taker's leg squeezed when his hips tried to get closer. "There's nothing like having you pin me down and split me open – you always seem to know just what angle to use to make me scream."

To Taker's disappointment, Shawn gave the underside of the head one last kiss before letting go and moving south, enough so that he could barely see more than his forehead and hair. "These aren't half bad either," he mused, and Taker tensed when Shawn's tongue reached his balls. This was almost immediately accompanied by the return of his teeth, and he couldn't hold back a shudder when they started leaving little trails down the delicate skin, pushing his head back into the pillow and shutting his eyes. He almost didn't hear what Shawn said when he pulled away, but his hands clenched in the sheets when the words registered; "I can feel them against me, whenever you fuck me into the mattress. Gets me hot like nothing else."

Shawn shifted yet again, letting one of Taker's legs drop back to the bed so he could fondle his balls a little, squeezing just to the point of too much before holding them up. His other arm moved, as well, his hand gripping the back of his thigh to keep it up. "And this…"

Taker hissed when Shawn blew hot over his hole, and gave a full-body flinch, rolling his hips, when his tongue swiped flat right over it. He could practically feel his lips against him when he spoke again; "I love how you squirm for me when I eat you out, how loud you get." He pressed a kiss to the pucker, gave it another long lick, and Taker bit his lip so he wouldn't give Shawn the satisfaction of moaning. Shawn didn't rim him often, but he was right; when he did, he got… a bit desperate. "You writhe and whine and you get so red, just perfect. I love when you lose control like that, all because of me."

Another lick, a little probing this time, making Taker's hips buck again, a puff of air punched from him when Shawn's tongue slipped past that tense ring of muscle and pulled out again. "So responsive. Knowing I can do that to you…" He felt Shawn shake his head, his hair brushing the inside of his thighs. "Talk about a power rush. No wonder you like doing it to me so much."

Taker huffed out a quiet laugh, and he felt Shawn smile from where he'd moved to nibbling gently at what little of his ass cheeks he could reach from this angle, on either side of his hole. "And of course you're just as responsive when I fuck you." His mouth dragged up the crease of his thigh, tongue and teeth, tantalizingly close to where his cock was weeping against his navel. "Dunno what I look like when I'm getting fucked, but you're a vision." His head moved off of him, and he felt him shift again, crawling up over him to straddle his stomach, the head of his cock just brushing against Shawn's warm skin. Taker raised his hands to grip Shawn's hips, just for something to hold onto. "Hair everywhere, all flushed, grabbing at me, trying to get me to rock deeper, and the sounds you make…"

He felt Shawn's hand grasp his chin, and his thumb pull his lower lip from between his teeth. He opened his eyes as his other hand came up to cup his jaw, finding him close enough to kiss, wearing a fond smile. "You're hot, baby, and I think you know that, but you're beautiful, too. So beautiful."

Taker inhaled and exhaled once, then twice, as Shawn watched him. There was a part of him that wanted to argue, and it was just a little louder than the part that just wanted to soak in Shawn's ready affection. "Shawn…"

"Stunning," he told him, leaning down to capture his lips. The kiss was slow, languid, despite the desire for more simmering under Taker's skin. He lifted a hand from Shawn's hips to his cheek, brushing his thumb under his eye and lowering his hand to rest against the side of his neck when he pulled away, just feeling his pulse as it drummed against his palm. "Gorgeous." His smile turned playful, here. "I'm gonna ride you now."

While he definitely wasn't opposed to that, it was such a subject change that Taker couldn't help but give a soft laugh as Shawn picked the lube back up from where he'd tossed it earlier. "And you," he went on, grabbing Taker's hand from his hip and giving him the lube. "Are going to prep me."

"Oh, am I?" Taker said, only a little hoarse, but pooled some lube onto the fingers of his other hand either way. Shawn sat up higher on his knees, using Taker's chest to prop himself up, and he hummed and slipped his eyes shut when the first finger circled his entrance and began lightly prodding at it, getting him used to the temperature. Shawn was used to how cool Taker usually ran, but the lube was quite a bit colder.

"Oh, yeah," Shawn breathed, tossing his hair over his shoulders and starting to grope Taker's chest, fondling his pectorals but avoiding his nipples for the most part. Taker was sure he'd get there eventually. He pushed one finger in, feeling how much warmer Shawn was inside, how wonderfully he shivered for him at just that touch. "You know how to use your fingers just right, make me feel so good, baby."

"You can't do it yourself?" Taker said, playful, deciding Shawn was relaxed enough for another and murmuring to him soothingly when he sucked in a sharp breath at the pressure.

"Last time I tried I nearly wrenched my arm out of its socket," Shawn said flatly, giving him an unimpressed look that fell away around a gasp when Taker started scissoring his fingers, searching for his prostate. "Don't play dumb, you were there. About freaked out about it, too, remember?"

Taker rolled his eyes at Shawn's smug tone, redoubling his efforts and smirking when Shawn bucked up, sinking back down to hover over his stomach with a whimper. He kept at it, rubbing at the little bundle of nerves until Shawn was practically writhing over him, and brought his hand down to grasp his forearm and get him to stop. "Okay, okay, you've made your point." Taker went back to preparing him, adding another finger as Shawn panted and using his other hand to stroke his thigh when the pressure made his eyebrows furrow.

Rubbing on Shawn's prostate to the point of almost-overstimulation hadn't seemed to shut him up, however. "You're better than me with your hands, anyway," he said, only a little breathless, now, digging his thumbs into the muscles of his pectorals and deltoids. It was almost an impromptu massage, but Taker half-thought Shawn just needed something to hold on to. "I've seen you in your–" He gave a low, humming moan, rocking back on Taker's fingers. "–workshop, and it gets me hot every time."

"You got a competence kink or something?" Taker teased, and Shawn barked out a quiet laugh.

"Probably," he admitted, rolling his hips. "I like watching you work. You're always so focused, so serious." He smirked at him, half-lidded. "Y'know you look the same way when you're trying not to come?"

"I do not."

"A little more pinched, maybe, but you definitely do," Shawn informed him. "And I always like watching your arms, how your muscles move under your tattoos as you work – have I mentioned how much I love your tattoos?"

"I'm sure you have," Taker assured him, spreading his fingers and earning an arch for his troubles.

"And your hands, they're always so careful, so meticulous. I like imagining them on me, on my cock, leaving bruises on my hips, and your nails dragging down my back and my chest, and working me open, just…" His hips bucked again. "Like this. I want you deeper sometimes, to just fuck me all the way open on your fingers, oh–"

The thought alone seemed to be making Shawn shiver, and Taker pressed down on his prostate again to make him cry out. He couldn't deny that the idea had made a spike of heat shoot down his spine right into his cock. He just knew it was leaking by now. "Yeah? You want 'em all? You wanna be stretched around my knuckles? Around my wrist?"

"Fuck," Shawn hissed, opening his eyes and lifting a hand to tap at his forearm until he removed all of his fingers. "Later. Later," he told him, giving him a pointed look that he raised his hands at defensively. Shawn snatched the lube up from where Taker had dropped it and reached back to spread it over him, and Taker couldn't help the grunt he let out at the friction. He tossed the lube away once he'd decided he was slick enough, and raised up high on his knees to shuffle backward, using the hand still on Taker's cock to line them up and start slowly, carefully sinking down on him.

Taker's hands went to Shawn's hips, breathing through it, through the heat, the pressure, the way he wanted nothing more than to flip Shawn over and have his way with him, and felt one of Shawn's hands grasp one of his wrists while the other gripped Taker's thigh hard enough to sting as he bottomed out. They laid and sat there, respectively, tied together, just trying to catch their breaths, and then Shawn rose up again, as slowly as he first lowered himself, before harshly bringing himself back down, his shout mixing with Taker's. Shawn was just so tight, so hot, so perfect on him, so perfect for him, all his.

The pace Shawn set wasn't too fast, but it was fast enough that Taker didn't feel the need to take control too much. His hands moved back onto Taker's chest, dragging his nails down his flesh and bending to kiss the lines he left behind, to lave his tongue over his nipples and make him groan, to suck one of them into his mouth and make him buck up into him. Shawn tore himself away to groan, and his pace only faltered a little before he was back on track, his lips back on Taker's breastbone, leaving it damp with his breath.

"I do so love these," Shawn gasped out, and Taker bucked again when he pinched his nipples. "They're like an on-switch for you, aren't they?"

Taker opened his eyes just to roll them, watching as Shawn kissed up his collarbone to his neck, and twitching as he continued to play with his nipples. "Really? You're still on that?"

"I'm sorry, was that encouragement I heard?" Shawn retorted, and Taker hummed disapprovingly. "You always go on about how good I feel, how nice I look, I'm just returning the favor, okay?"

"While you're riding me?"

Shawn didn't answer, just bit down on the skin just under the jut of Taker's jaw, nuzzling into his pulse point and squeezing on his cock. He continued after Taker's responding growl had died down; "I love that I can feel your heart beating whenever we're like this. I can feel it in me, under me, and you're so warm now, so flushed, all for me."

He nipped at his pulse point again, making him shiver, then pushed himself up, brushing his lips over Taker's and kissing him, open-mouthed and pliable. When he pulled away this time it was to hover over him as his thighs flexed on either side of him, still taking him in, still taking him deep. "I love how your facial hair feels on my skin, and how I have beard burn every time you eat me out. I love your tongue and everything you can do with it. I love your lips, how red and swollen they get after you suck my cock, or after we kiss for too long." He gave him another kiss, much softer this time, much quicker. "I love how they look when you smile." Another, to his chin, this time. "Especially if I'm the one that got you to."

After all the sexual praises Shawn had been singing since he'd first pushed the blankets down, a painfully earnest comment that had nothing to do with how responsive he was, or how well he fucked him, was… more than a little unexpected. He blinked his eyes open to look at Shawn, who was looking right back, maybe a foot from his face, pupils blown wide and face pink with exertion. He propped himself up on one hand, bringing the other up to gently brush the hair that was sticking to Taker's forehead out of the way and run his knuckles down from his temple to his jaw. "I love how wavy your hair gets when it's wet, and how you let me braid it for you when I need something to do with my hands," he told him, almost in a whisper, if he wasn't trying to be heard over the slapping of their skin. "I love how pointy your eyebrows are."

Taker huffed out a shaky laugh that made Shawn smile at him, horribly fond. "I love how your nose is just a little upturned at the tip, and how you scrunch it up when I make a really bad joke."

He leaned down to kiss him again, right on the corner of his lips, then sat back up, keeping his hand on his shoulder as he ground down against him, making them both gasp. As much as Shawn's pace had slowed, more rolling his hips in large circles than bouncing up and down, it felt infinitely more passionate, and that knot low in Taker's gut was starting to unravel. "Your eyes, though," Shawn went on, rubbing his thumb into the crease of Taker's shoulder and throat. "I know they're green, but they're like every shade of green I can come up with. They look as stunning in the sun as they do in the rain, and I love seeing them for the first time everyday in the morning and the last time at night, waking up and settling down next to you, having you hold me in your arms. They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

Taker swallowed against a suddenly dry throat, and his heels caught on the bed when he moved to prop his legs up for more leverage. "Shawn…"

"Come for me," Shawn panted, rocking harder, clenching down on him and letting his jaw drop open. "I wanna feel you, please, please–"

"You first," Taker told him, just as breathless, moving one hand to Shawn's cock to jerk him off. It made Shawn's back arch and a low whine escape him, the muscles in his stomach tightening, his thighs starting to tremble. The hand on Taker's shoulder dug its nails into him, and he bit his lip at the sting. "C'mon, I know you're close–"

It didn't take much, not with Taker's fingers wrapped around him, not with his thumb swiping over his slit and using his precome to ease the way, but once Shawn tipped over the edge he followed right behind, using the traction he'd given himself against the bed to buck into Shawn once, twice, listening to him cry out, feeling him clench around him like he was trying to milk him dry. They shuddered through the aftershocks, Shawn locking his elbows so he wouldn't collapse and Taker's hips still twitching and making Shawn gasp every time they did. He let go of Shawn's cock to grasp onto his waist again, letting his legs fall back flat onto the bed and using his other hand, the one not wet with lube and precome, to cup the back of Shawn's neck and bring him closer, tucking him under his chin.

It took a minute for Shawn to finally push himself up and off of Taker's cock, hissing as it slipped free and brought with it a trickle of come that started trailing down his thigh, but he didn't seem bothered, he just settled in more fully atop Taker's chest, no doubt worn out and ready for a nap. Taker, gently, rolled them over onto their sides, soothing Shawn when he mewled unhappily at the movement and brushing his hair from his forehead so he could press a kiss to the skin before sliding away from Shawn and out of bed completely.

He was back almost before Shawn knew he was gone, as his eyebrows had furrowed and he'd stretched an arm out by the time he returned to their bedroom with a fresh, damp washcloth and a bottle of water. He set the water to the side and took the hand as he climbed back into bed, pressing kisses to his knuckles, his palm, the inside of his wrist until his brow smoothed back out and he was humming quietly with appreciation. Cleaning Shawn up, as he'd cleaned himself up in the bathroom, didn't take long, and he just trailed his lips up Shawn's arm when he swiped the cloth over his entrance and thighs and earned a shiver.

"Good?" he asked, almost inaudible, and threw the cloth over the side of the mattress when Shawn gave a single nod, keeping his grip on Shawn's hand as he reached for the bottle of water.

He felt Shawn shift a little, onto his back. "Got a little sappy there, huh?" he heard him mumble, and turned back to find him rubbing at one of his eyes, his face freshly pink. Taker had a feeling it was from embarrassment rather than arousal, this time, which was only confirmed when his eyes opened and he made a sheepish face at him, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry 'bout that. I know we don't really… do… that." Both of them tended to prefer physical intimacy over verbal intimacy, it was why what Shawn had said had taken him so by surprise (after all the dirty talk, that is), but it wasn't unwelcome, just… unexpected. And a little strange, honestly, to hear his body, to hear himself spoken of like that, but not unwelcome.

He kissed his knuckles again, then leaned down to kiss his brow, then his cheek. "Don't apologize," he told him fondly, when he was met with a confused blink. "It was very sweet. And I know you meant it. Thank you."

Shawn blinked again, seemingly not knowing how to take this. Once again, he seemed to have expected anger, or disappointment, or just discomfort, despite how long they'd been together. "…You're welcome?"

Taker just shook his head, offering up the water bottle. "Drink your water, you sap."

And if he smiled when Shawn frowned at him, lightly smacking his thigh with his free hand, well. Shawn apparently liked his smile anyway.