so happy to see your askbox open again! 💖 i know sadly drew doesn't have his belt anymore, but could you possibly draw him and punk posing together wearing only their belts a la seth and becky?
I may be a little late with this but they are, as requested;
If, by some miracle, we get Punklee tonight - I give all of you permission to spoil it for me! My fragile little heart can't wait all day to find out! 🤞
Characters/relationship: CM Punk, Drew Mcintyre - Punkintyre (Drew x Punk)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Punk loves Drew's body. Especially his chest. For a few reasons.
Tags: rubbing/nuzzling, PWP, hand job, anal sex, explicit, boyfriends, Drew's titties, Drew is hairy, Punk loves it
Words: 1380
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get to. Anywho, I had this idea because, well, Drew does have some very hairy nice titties (it's not as kinky as it sounds). I hope you love it! 💞💞
(since you @rafarogeliofr preferred Punkintyre 💞)
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If Punk were asked which part of Drew's body he loved the most, he would definitely say his chest.
He knew it wasn't the most conventional answer. But Punk had many reasons why he was especially fond of it. At the beginning, when Drew and he still fought — battling it out in the middle the ring or anywhere for that matter, Punk had accidentally picked up the habit of unconsciously tracing Drew's pecs with his fingers, just to feel the slight hum of Drew's powerful body beneath him.
He loved to feel Drew's heartbeat against him, for some reason always able to settle something inside him much easier, when he did. And of course, Drew was in great shape from hours of lifting heavy weights and training in the gym, and Punk wasn't above shamelessly ogling his now boyfriend.
There was another reason though. One that Punk would never say aloud to anyone, but which always reared its head when they had sex.
Drew's body hair was really fucking hot.
“Shit, did you lose something down there?” Drew half-gasped, half-laughed as his hand patted the back of Punk's neck, only pressing his face harder between Drew's pecs.
The distinct scent of Drew was clouding Punk's senses as he nuzzled the soft hair in the center of Drew's sternum, his heart residing right underneath. Sometimes he thought that he'd be happy to just do this for a couple of hours, but he couldn't lie – sitting on top of Drew's dick and being fucked by him like this was the best feeling in the world, and he wouldn't give it up for anything.
Punk felt Drew's hands clenched where he was holding onto Punk's thighs, spreading them apart for better leverage so he could bury his cock further into him, over and over again, while Punk keened and huffed desperate breaths against Drew's clavicle. It probably said something about him, that he was more focused on the feeling of Drew's happy trail rubbing against his own stomach and dick, than the thick cock that was filling him up so fully again and again. Not that Punk cared if it was normal.
Especially because he knew that Drew loved it too.
He raised his face and turned it just enough to fit his lips around Drew's right nipple and bit down – not hard enough to actually hurt but more so to get Drew to twitch and grip Punk's head a little tighter, digging his hands into Punk's hair. The scraping of Drew's nails against his scalp, sent shivers down Punk's spine, and Drew's thrusts picked up speed of their own accord.
“Fucking hell,” Drew hissed, and Punk groaned, pressing his face into Drew's chest so he could feel the vibrations as Drew continued speaking, “You feel so good. So tight around me."
"Unnnh...p-please, touch me – fuckkk,” moaned Punk.
It took a little adjusting to get his hand around Punk's cock, but Drew managed it with practiced ease, his heart pounding in his throat when Punk clenched down on him like a vice.
Punk was hunched over needing to keep contact with Drew's hairy chest rubbing his forehead all over against Drew's pecs, shivering at the prickling sensation of Drew's hair rubbing against his face.
He had no idea how to explain why exactly he loved this so much. There was just something about it, the texture maybe, or perhaps the way it made his skin tingle to touch all of the rougher parts of Drew. He'd never had that much body hair himself, and it only made him love Drew's more, rugged and perfect in all of its imperfection.
Punk's cock was rock hard in Drew's large hand, dripping precome, and Punk wished he could look at it, but that would mean plucking his face off of Drew's chest, and that simply wasn't a sacrifice that he was willing to make right now. He had a feeling that neither of them was going to last much longer, so Punk was determined to make every second count, nuzzling Drew's pecs in urgency as he was hammered by Drew's cock inside him, liquid heat rushing through his veins like lava.
The growing tension in Drew's muscles was Punk's cue to speed up his hips, bouncing on Drew's lap matching him thrust for thrust, moaning when Drew tugged on his hair so hard that pinpricks of pleasure-pain bloomed all over his head.
“Come here,” Drew gasped, and the plea in his voice finally gave Punk the incentive to raise his head, just enough for Drew to bend down and capture his lips in a fierce kiss.
Punk's pulse was racing – pure, animal need ratcheting up inside him like a stick flame when Drew grabbed his ass to pull him in harder, urging Punk to take him deeper. Punk could barely breathe through the surge of pleasure, and, he gives in.
Drew was fucking up into him as hard as he dared, and goosebumps rose on Punk's skin at the incredible feeling and noises Drew made with every movement.
“Oh fuck, yeah – don't stop,” Punk practically sobbed, arching on top of Drew, and Drew felt like his entire world narrowed down to the sight of Punk giving it all up for him, chasing his pleasure above Drew without a hint of shame.
Drew would never understand what he'd done to be gifted the privilege of seeing Punk like this. Watching him fall apart because of him was the most beautiful thing in the world.
His own approaching orgasm took a backseat to Punk's as Drew focused on rolling his hips and lengthening his thrusts the way Punk liked, tightening the grip he still had on Punk's cock to stroke him harder, and Punk made a wrecked noise that buried its way right under Drew's skin.
“I'm –“ was as far as Punk got before his body surged back arched and he came with a gasp, his cock pulsing in Drew's hand. For a few precious moments, all Drew could do was watch with bated breath while Punk was wracked by shudders, stroking Punk through it while he shallowly pumped his hips. A part of Drew was tempted to leave it at that and rock Punk to sleep just like this, still on him, if only because Punk looked so loose and peaceful in the aftermath.
But then his eyes fell on Punk's clenched hands and still twitching cock – and Drew's burning need returned to him with a vengeance.
“Punk, I – Can I?” he asked breathlessly, and Punk blinked his eyes open with obvious difficulty before a lazy smile took over his face.
“Yeah. Go for it.”
Drew leaned in to crush their lips together as he started fucking Punk in earnest again, letting himself really feel all of it now – the tight squeeze of Punk's body around him, the heat and friction against his cock, the feeling of Punk's warm body rubbing against his – and Drew barely made it through a handful of thrusts before he followed Punk right over the edge, groaning through the tidal wave of bliss that rushed through his entire body, leaving him shivering in its wake.
As soon as he was done, he dropped forward against Punk still fiercely clinging to him, and Punk absentmindedly squeezed him in closer, his chest against Drew's hairy pecs needing to feel every bit of it against his own, before he eventually leaned back and moved his head down and nuzzling the front of Drew's chest and only snapping back to awareness when Drew snorted.
“I'll never understand why you like that so much,” Drew said, amused but almost painfully fond, his eyes glinting. Punk buried his face in Drew's chest again, to hide his reddening face.
It was really just an excuse though, to do it again.
“I love everything about you. That's why.”
Punk heard Drew's breathing hitch before he chuckled. “Alright, Casanova. Reel it in.”
“It's just the truth.” Punk bent down and pressed a kiss right to the center of Drew's sternum. “I'm head over heels for you.”
Punk's chest filled with warmth when he felt Drew's thick beard move along his skin as Drew smiled against his temple. “Love you too.”
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