Punk put his hand atop the sticker, halting Eljiah’s efforts. “Read it,” he commanded.

Elijah frowned, squinting down at the upside down word. “I…I can barely see it, baby,” he stated.

Punk clicked his tongue, disappearing for a moment, then returning with a small mirror from the bathroom. He held it in front of Elijah, allowing his lover to read the slogan on the sticker.

“If you’re gonna ride my ass, at least pull my hair.” Elijah chuckled, raising his eyebrows. “I think that’s really meant for cars, baby.”

“Do you care?” Punk grinned, diving in for a kiss, his hands cupping and squeezing Elijah’s pumped pecs.

Elijah’s hands moved to cup his ass in return, a groan escaping his lips as Punk settled into his lap, his groin rocking perfectly against Elijah’s. “I love it when you wanna have random sex, baby,” Elijah groaned, his fingers trailing appreciatively down Punk’s torso, which was bare.

“Let’s go to the bedroom and you can pound my ass,” Punk murmured, running his hands up Eljiah’s chest. He could feel an instant surge in Elijah’s groin. He didn’t talk so dirty every day, and he loved the reaction he received from his lover when he did.

“Hell yeah.” Elijah moved forward a bit, managing to stand without casting Punk from his lap. He strode toward the bedroom, pouting slightly as he looked at the sticker affixed to his chest. “This is gonna be a bitch to get off, baby,” he complained.

“We’ll shave your chest if we have it,” Punk offered, his breath growing heated as he leaned in to kiss Elijah’s neck.

Elijah chuckled. “Thought you liked my manly chest hair?”

“I do,” Punk affirmed, “I just miss rubbing my face all over those sexy, sexy pecs. You can grow it back out in no time.”

“I can dig that,” Elijah murmured, carrying his lover through the bedroom door and kicking the door closed behind them.


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