#codypunklee

“Fuck,” Cody exhaled. His eyes were still pinned to Punk’s, his hand still fisted in her hair. Outside his own body, he couldn’t do anything but watch as AJ took him down further, gradually, unhurried, and he watched every microscopic change run across Cody’s face. The hooded sink of his eyes, never moving from Punk’s own. The tremble in his curved pink lips, wet as he ran his tongue along them. The labored breaths that shook the broad chest buried beneath that dark hoodie. It could’ve been a thousand years, sitting there on his knees, locked in that dark sky gaze as AJ methodically took him down as far as she could, only in his peripherals. He could hear it all - the wet sound of her mouth around him, the small moans pulling up from her lungs - but all he saw was Cody, every bit of flushed wonder draping across his cheeks, blending with the blurred lights of the city beyond, warm and neon along his skin in the dark of the room around them. Punk didn’t dare move. Not to touch himself, not to touch either of them, for fear that the moment might break, that it might all end, and then… What would it be for? “Fuck, you’re good at this,” Cody rasped, a thought rattling loose without any fear of breaking the moment. “A lot of practice, I bet, but you like it too, don’t you? Sucking his cock?” Around him, she hummed, punching a little whine out of his lungs. “Yeah, me too.”

“Go on,” Cody goaded, like she was his to share, like Punk was the fresh, hesitant new addition to this relationship. His hand ran along the line of her body, from hip to shoulder, savoring the way she squirmed as his fingertips circled her areola, perking up into a dark bud when he pinched it. Her gasp drew a devilish smirk across his lips, a pointed look up to Punk as his hand spiraled out slowly from that peak, around the soft arch of her breast. “If this is all you normally do, gotta admit, I’m disappointed.” “Performance anxiety,” AJ giggled. Her eyes were on him but she wasn’t talking to him, she was talking about him, like they were on commentary and he was on the mat, a beast to be observed. “He doesn’t usually have an audience here. Aww, baby, are you freaked out?” “Too much for you, handsome?” Cody piled on. Individually, they were both brats, but together? Engineered in a lab to drive him insane, with their sharp tongues and shining eyes. “Not up to the task? Need someone to show you how it’s done?”