Work Text:
“My big, strong winner! How does that belt feel, sweetie?”
The sweaty luchador chuckled and brought his lips to his husband’s ear, kissing them softly as he spoke. “Very good, baby. Feels even better with you by my side.”
Emilio gagged and stuck out his tongue, shaking his head. But then he smiled and rubbed the luchador’s abs. “Gah, you’re so corny. Why is my husband so corny?” he mocked sweetly.
Pantera grinned, flashing his fangs. He kissed Emilio’s cheek and hungrily licked his face, grabbing his husband’s hand and drifting it south to his crotch. “Why don’t you get that hotel door open already and I’ll show you just how corny I can be?”
A shiver ran across Emilo’s face. “Yes, sir!” he giggled. He then quickly pulled out the keycard and swiped it against the door lock. It flashed green, and the lock clicked open. Emilo then pushed inside, holding Pantera close. The second they were past the threshold, the tan luchador pulled his husband in for another kiss, pressing him flush against his body.
“Mmmph…” Pantera hummed happily as he held Emilio, digging his fingers into his voluptuous sides. He jabbed his tongue inside the man’s mouth and swirled it around, reveling in the roughness of his beard.
“Aye aye, slow down!” Emilio giggled. He adjusted his glasses and caught his breath. “Shouldn’t we, like, get you out of your outfit first? Maybe wash you up? At least get some of the blood off your face.”
Pantera chuckled and looked down at himself. His red-and-white wrestling boots were scuffed and scratched from his time in the ring, and his black-and-blue spandex pants were stained with sweat as they clung to his muscular form. There was also some slight bruising to his bare chest that he didn’t notice before. He grinned from beneath his blue wrestling mask and shook his head.
“No. I want to keep it on,” Pantera purred, eyeing Emilio.
Another shiver ran across the bearded man’s form. He giggled and nodded his head. “I mean, I guess the great Pantera Banderas does deserve to be congratulated in the uniform he worked so hard in,” Emilio said, dragging a finger down his husband’s fuzzy chest.
Pantera hummed and puffed his chest out. “Exactly, heh heh,” he said, taking a few steps forward.
Emilio chuckled as they stepped backward, closer and closer toward their bed. But then his attention shifted, and he widened his eyes. “Oh! Look at what the hotel gave you!”
Pantera pouted and looked where Emilio was pointing. Sitting on a fancy little table was a large bucket, surrounded by roses and a small card. Inside was plenty of ice and a large green bottle of champagne. The luchador smiled as he grabbed the card while Emilio grabbed the champagne.
“To the greatest luchador of all time!” Pantera read. “¡Pantera Banderas por siempre!” The luchador snorted as he inspected the card. “How much you wanna bet they had the same card ready for El León?”
A loud pop caught Pantera’s ears, and he looked to see Emilio with the bottle in hand and bubbles dribbling down his fingers. He laughed and shrugged. “Hey, is it really so hard to believe that the hotel was cheering you on?” Ignoring the glasses provided, Emilio tipped the bottle back and drank from its mouth. “Oooh, that’s good.”
“Is it?” Pantera said, dramatically tossing the card over his shoulder. He strode over to his husband, his boots thudding against the carpet. Then he stood close, letting Emilio’s round belly press against his form. He opened his mouth, flashing his fangs to his husband under the low, warm light of their room, and winked.
Emilio rolled his eyes and brought the champagne bottle to Pantera’s lips, pouring the golden liquid onto his tongue and into his throat. “My champion,” he sang.
Pantera snorted and coughed, covering his mouth. “Don’t make me laugh, haha! But yeah, oh man, that is good.” He grabbed the bottle and took another sip from it. He licked his lips as he stared at his husband, who returned his gaze with passionate eyes. The luchador felt a small bloom of heat beneath his chest, and he grinned. “So sweet too,” he purred. “Come here, baby, get another taste.”
“Gladly,” Emilio said. He drank from the bottle as Pantera poured the champagne into his mouth, but just before he gulped it all down, the luchadore pressed forward for another kiss. Emilio moaned as their tongues intertwined and gripped his lover’s muscles.
Pantera groaned as the champagne mixed with his lover’s saliva. It was an intoxicating flavor, one he could get used to after every match. He pulled away from Emilio’s tongue, a slight gasp to his breath. Then, he devilishly narrowed his gaze and brought the champagne bottle to his chest. He then poured the rest of its contents onto his chest, letting the golden liquid trickle between his pecs and along his chest hairs.
The bearded man let out a dreamy sigh at the sight and quickly latched his mouth to Pantera’s dark chest. Fondling his right pec, he licked the champagne from between his beefy muscles before slipping his tongue to his left nipple. He bit it gently and dragged his tongue underneath it, letting the falling champagne dribble and gather into his mouth. Emilio gulped and licked his lips. “Delicious,” he said, sucking Pantera’s chest.
The luchadore sharply inhaled and rolled his head back, letting the pleasure wash over him. Finishing off the last of the champagne, he let the bottle drop behind him and grabbed the back of his lover’s head. Pushing him hard against his pec, he groaned as Emilio sucked and bit his nipple. He felt his lover’s hands wander to his backside, where he clawed at the small of his back and grabbed his ass, massaging it with his fingers. Heat spread across his muscular form and his cock began to ache beneath his spandex, begging to be freed.
“Emilio…” Pantera purred.
His name being said was all that was needed. Emilio quickly began to move down, kissing and licking the champagne away from Pantera’s form, until he finally arrived at his crotch. The large man tentatively placed his palms on his husband’s body, rubbing the obvious bulge that had begun to appear. Pantera groaned again, his cock stiffening beneath his tights.
“Pantera, my love,” Emilio sighed, looking up at the luchador.
Pantera groaned, his breath heavy as he gazed down at his husband. He licked his lips, his fingers twitching in anticipation as Emilio approached his trapped cock with his lips. Just then, someone knocked harshly on their door.
Emilio looked around his husband’s legs and adjusted his glasses while Pantera growled and glared over his shoulder. “What the fuck?” he spat.
“More room service, maybe?” Emilio said innocently.
The door was banged on again, and Pantera groaned. Turning on his heel, he stomped over toward the door and looked through the small peephole. Then he frowned. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, bewildered. He then opened the door, a scoff leaving his lips. “What the hell are you doing here-?”
El León suddenly barged into the room, his blonde and pink hair flowing out behind him from his mask, his breath reeking of alcohol. Still wearing his wrestling outfit, he lumbered into the bedroom where Emilio scrambled to his feet.
“E-El León!” Emilio stammered. “Uh, can we help you?” He then looked the drunk luchador up and down. “Do you need help?”
El León had his shoulders hunched as he glared from beneath his mask. In his gloved hands, clutching it like it was a lifeline, was a nearly empty champagne bottle. He breathed heavily, as if he had just spent all of his energy reaching their room. He twisted his head around, swinging his anger and his hair with every movement, growling like a wounded wild animal. “You raging homosexuals! This is all your fault!” he shouted.
“Yes, welcome, we’d be glad to have you inside,” Pantera said sarcastically, his voice low. He walked over to the drunk man and eyed the bottle. “You got victory champagne too?” Pantera asked, pointing at it.
“It’s pity champagne! My card said I sucked and I didn’t deserve to be in the ring!” El León shouted, taking another swig out of the green bottle.
Emilio nodded. “I mean, yeah, that’s true.”
“Fuck you, boy toy! This is all your fault! And yours!” the drunk luchador groused, pointing the bottle at Pantera. He wiped the spittle off his mouth and growled at the pair. “Grahhh, you need to take care of this!”
“Take care of what? You cheated; you lost. There’s nothing to do but accept your defeat,” Pantera said.
“Not that! This!” El León pulled out his phone and shoved it into Pantera’s face. Both he and Emilio huddled close as they squinted at the screen.
“Oooooooh,” they said in unison.
“Exactly! Gabriella is leaving me!” El León cried, hugging his phone to his chest.
“Well, isn’t that typical?” Emilio huffed, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, you’re not exactly the first one she’s done this to,” Pantera said. “She left me the second I had a bad match. Only dates winners,” he said nostalgically.
“Goddamn it!” El León pouted. “She said she loved me,” he said softly, sniffing a few times. “You need to fix this! Tell her something, tell her that I let you win because you were so pathetic and you needed some pity! Tell her anything!”
Pantera looked at the drunk man quizzically before an idea flashed above his head. Then he raised his brows a few times at Emilio. “I mean, we can’t help you with Gabriella. Quite frankly, no one can. But we can distract you for the night. You and your…big emotions,” he said, vaguely gesturing his hand over El León’s form.
El León gave them a pathetic sniff and wiped his face. “You can?”
“No way,” Emilio grinned, his voice soft with disbelief.
Pantera shrugged. “What a way to ring out a victory, eh?” He chuckled and walked over to the drunk man, setting a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah, we can. Just for the night, we can make you forget all about her.” Emilio shyly stepped closer to El León, his hands folded neatly in front of his crotch.
“H-How?” El León slurred.
Pantera grinned, flashing his fangs. Then he brought up his foot and tapped the side of the drunk luchador’s knee, making him jolt and fall to his knees. Just as El León was about to curse him, he pulled his husband close and presented their crotches to his face. “Help me and my husband celebrate my win,” he said cockily.
El León balked. “What the fuck?! You sick bastard, you think I’ve fallen that low?!”
“You literally have,” Pantera shot back. “You got caught cheating, lost the belt, lost your wife. You’re at your lowest. Not to mention, you did say you would try and smooch my husband.”
“He did?” Emilio said.
The wild luchador stammered and shook his head. “That was just ring talk; I wasn’t being serious!”
“Weren’t you?” Pantera purred, rubbing his crotch with his gloved hand. “Well, here he is. And bonus, you get me too. I could tell some of those grabs you wanted to feel something more,” he teased.
“Fuck you, Pantera,” El León spat. He snarled at the two, his hackles raised, then his gaze slowly shifted down to their crotches. Then his shoulders began to slump with each breath he took. “Oh god, I am at my lowest. Kneeling before two homos-”
“Hey.”
“Drunk and wifeless,” El León bemoaned. “Maybe I should just do something crazy and stupid and just forget everything for a moment.”
“Works for me,” Pantera said quickly. Then he pulled Emilio in for another kiss just as he grabbed his crotch.
“Woah, honeymmph!” Emilio groaned into the sudden kiss as his husband fondled the front of his jeans. Then, his cock was freed as Pantera pulled down the zipper and yanked his boxers beneath his balls.
Emilio’s cock fell out and pointed directly toward El León’s face. Short but thick, the eager rod jumped a few times in the air, his heavy balls tightening against his form. El León winced and flinched away from the dripping tool.
“Jeez, why is he this hard already?” El León slurred.
“Don’t forget about mine, papí,” Pantera purred. The luchador then took off his belt and grabbed his waistband, pulling it beneath his crotch. He let his cock and balls hang over it, making it jab toward El León’s face. Pantera’s cock was tan and thick, nearly double the length of his husband’s dick. With a pair of heavy round balls, it was also as decorated as his championship belt. A trio of silver barbells traveled up from the middle of Pantera’s shaft, making his weapon look extra dangerous as it faced the luchador.
“Goddamn pervert, you would be pierced,” El León said.
“All the better to play with. Now, get familiar with it,” Pantera said, grabbing the back of the luchador’s head. El León scowled at the gesture but then ruefully grabbed both their cocks. Pantera and Emilio groaned as the drunk man stroked them off with his gloved hands. Thrusting into his palm, Pantera grabbed his husband and kissed him again, letting his hands wander his curvy and thick figure before pulling his shirt off Emilio’s body. Then he rubbed his hairy belly and chest before kissing him again.
“Pantera…” Emilio groaned.
“Baby,” Pantera sighed, licking his husband’s lips. The luchador then let out a small hiss and whipped his gaze downward. “Watch the teeth,” he warned.
El León glared up at him with Pantera’s tip just inside his mouth. He pulled away and gagged, wiping his lips clean. “Not my fault you’re so damn big! Try being reasonable like him!” he said, wagging Emilio’s cock in his hand.
“I don’t know if I like my dick being called reasonabl-ahhhh!” Emilio’s words melted into a moan as El Leon stuck his cock into his mouth. The luchador hummed as he sucked him off, bobbing his head back and forth. The pink tips of his hair swayed behind him as he moved, eventually getting past the middle of his shaft to press his nose into his crotch, throating him entirely.
Pantera chuckled as he watched the disgraced wrestler service his husband. “It’s like you’ve done this before,” he teased.
El León stopped stroking Pantera for a moment, only to shoot him a gloved middle finger. Then he resumed jerking him off, pausing only to catch his breath off of Emilio’s dick. “Drooling like a damn broken faucet,” he cursed. Then he switched over to Pantera, dragging his tongue along his pierced shaft before swiping away at his heavy cap. Encircling it with his tongue in a counterclockwise motion, he curled his lips over his teeth and began to suck his dick once more. Moving his head back and forth slowly, the luchador fought against his gag reflex as he worked over the hung champion.
Emilio groaned. “Ahhh, Pantera, that was…more enjoyable than I thought it would be,” he admitted.
Pantera chuckled, then his face turned serious. “Not better than me, right?”
His husband grinned and shook his head. “Never,” Emilio said sweetly, stroking Pantera’s chiseled jaw.
“Aww, baby,” Pantera cooed, kissing Emilio.
El León choked as he reached the second barbell on the luchador’s cock. He yanked himself off and gasped for air. “I’m trying my best here, goddamn it!” he growled.
“Well, we need to try more than just your best,” Pantera teased. “Maybe south of your best,” he added slyly. Then, Pantera grabbed El León by his wild hair and pulled him to his feet.
“Hey! Careful! My haircare sponsorship hasn’t fired me yet!” The blonde wrestler then yelled as he was ruthlessly tossed onto the bed, the furniture creaking underneath his muscular weight. “What the fuck?” he shouted.
Pantera grinned as his husband fawned over his change in demeanor. “What? You can handle a little rough play in the ring, but not in the bedroom? Should have pegged you for a kitten,” he teased.
“A what?!” El León spat, digging his claws into the bedspread. But then the raging lion’s eyes widened as Pantera climbed over his body and turned around, straddling his chest. “Uhh…”
The muscular luchador grinned and stood on his knees, letting El León bask in his form. Then he pulled his spandex beneath his cheeks and flashed his ass to the wrestler, letting his dark and fuzzy cheeks fill up his vision. “Now, kitten, less talk, more licking,” he said.
Just as Pantera sat his ass down, El León turned his head and managed to avoid the luchador’s hole from crashing onto his lips. Pantera’s heavy cheeks smushed against the side of his face, and he growled. “H-Hey, I didn’t agree to doing this! I was just gonna-!” El León’s words caught in his throat as Emilio took advantage of the chaos and peeled off his remaining clothes from his legs as they hung off the end of the bed.
His cock, firm and dripping, jumped out of his spandex and stood straight up from his crotch like a flagpole, but the bearish man paid no attention to it. Instead, Emilio lifted his legs and crouched at the foot of the bed, bringing his fuzzy face to his plump cheeks and twitching hole.
“Wow, it’s so cute,” Emilio said softly, laying his hands on the underside of El León’s ass. He gently massaged his cheeks, teasing his thumbs around the perimeter of the wrestler’s ring.
El León shivered, and his cock jumped at the attention. “Oye, w-watch it! I never messed around back there before!” The wrestler squirmed from beneath Pantera’s strong legs, but then Pantera raised his ass, just enough to make him whip his head, and that’s when he struck. Just as he turned, Pantera slammed his fuzzy cheeks down and pressed his hole against El León’s mouth and nose. “Mmmmphh!”
Pantera sighed and touched himself, wrapping his hand around his cock. “There we go. Much better,” he said.
“Grmmmphhh!” El León thrashed about for a moment, struggling to push Pantera off. Then his muscles tensed, and he froze in place. Emilio pressed his bearded mouth against his hole and began to hungrily eat him out, dragging his fuzzy chin across his sensitive skin as he licked his ring. “Mmmmmph!”
El León’s cock twitched in the air and precum began to dribble down his shaft. Pantera chuckled as he jerked off, shifting his ass side to side. “Looks like you’re starting to get into it. Good,” Pantera said. “Now how about you start matching my husband’s pace?”
The defeated wrestler groaned into Pantera’s warm cheeks, and his claws dug into his thick thighs. But then, as Emilio pushed his tongue inside his ass, El León ruefully began to lick his rival’s hole. Small short flicks brushed against Pantera’s ring and the champion groaned in appreciation.
“There we go, papí,” Pantera sighed. “Just like that, heh. How’s he tasting, baby?” he asked, circling his hips.
Emilio groaned as he pulled his tongue away, saliva stretching from the end of his tongue to El León’s quivering hole. “So good. He’s taking it so well,” he complimented. The bearish man then licked two of his fingers, slathering them in his spit, and promptly introduced them to the wrestler’s ring. They slid in with barely any issue, down to the last knuckle. At the same time, El León groaned and a sizable spurt of precum shot from the tip of his dick.
Pantera laughed and reached behind him, grabbing the base of El León’s wild ponytail. With a firm grip on his hair, he pulled the wrestler forward, keeping his lips on his ring. At the same time, Pantera shifted his knees back and leaned his body toward his husband, who was busy enjoying his meal. “Fuck him, my love,” he purred. “I don’t think he can wait any longer, and neither can I.”
El León growled and managed to wrestle his face away, just enough to breathe and speak. “Just because he’s getting me wet doesn’t mean I’m begging for dic-mmmmph!” Pantera tightened his grip on the wrestler’s hair and pulled him taut, smashing his lips against his hole once more.
Emilio smiled at his husband and stood up, pointing his dripping tool toward El León’s quivering hole. Holding his knees up and apart with both hands, the bearish man prodded the luchador’s ring a few times, kissing his tip to his hole. Then, with a push of his hips, Emilio slid inside El León, pushing his cock past his tight walls until he hit his base. Emilio’s eyes twinkled as he gazed at Pantera. “He’s so tight, Pantera. He’s clinging to every inch of me,” he sighed, ignoring the wrestler’s whining moans.
Pantera purred and looked up at Emilio, his cock drooling into El León’s abs. “As he should, baby. Now, fuck him, my love. Fuck him hard,” he ordered. Emilio groaned at his words and pulled out, slipping his dick from El León’s cloying grip. Just as the lip of his cap popped out of his ass, Emilio thrusted his hips forward and drilled his cock inside the wrestler, slamming his balls against his ass. El León groaned into Pantera’s and his dick drooled with joy. Then Emilio fucked him again and again, pumping his hips as he built a steady rhythm.
The champion’s heart soared as he watched his husband work. Sweat began to dapple his hairy form, and droplets rolled down the side of his face. Emilio’s glasses began to fog as he worked El León on, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Letting the wrestler’s hair go, Pantera was delighted to find that El León didn’t move his head from his position, and instead just held close to his ass, his claws digging and massaging his fuzzy mounds. Then, Pantera lovingly reached up and took Emilio’s glasses off, dropping them onto the carpeted floor.
“Emilio,” Pantera sang sweetly, every syllable a declaration of his love. He lovingly stroked the man’s beard and held his cheeks in his palms.
“Pantera, hnnnngh…” Emilio groaned and kissed Pantera’s hands. He looked longingly into the wrestler’s enchanting red eyes before bringing himself forward and kissing him once more. Their tongues swirled in the air before them before they matched their lips like puzzle pieces. Pantera groaned into his husband’s mouth and sucked his tongue, hoping and willing for his climax to come soon. His prayers were swiftly answered.
After a few more thrusts, making El León’s thighs shake and his cock tremble, Emilio’s steady rhythm began to falter. Deep slow thrusts turned to manic and jilted movements, plowing his dick deep inside El León’s hole. “G-God, I’m gonna cum!” Emilio warned.
Pantera grabbed his husband’s face and pressed their foreheads together, panting and groaning as his rival ate him out. “Do it, cum inside him!” he ordered.
“Ghmmmpphhh!” El León groaned as Emilio fucked him faster and faster, keeping his tongue ever-moving. But when Emilio pulled almost completely out of him, only to slam right back inside, he yanked his tongue out and slammed his head against the bed. “Fuck!”
“Gahhh!” Emilio roared and came inside the blonde wrestler with his final thrust. His balls tightened between his legs as his dick pulsed, emptying his load inside the defeated luchador, so much so that it began to dribble out of the edges of his ring and roll down his cheeks.
As he came, so did El León. His cock twitched madly in the air before finally erupting. Several thick ropes of cum shot from his tip, but the air time was short-lived. As soon as he came, the luchador’s seed found quick purchase in Pantera’s dark chest as he hovered above. He painted his muscular and fuzzy pecs with splashes of milky white until his cock finally lost its rigidity, falling tiredly to its side.
Pantera laughed as he stood back on his knees, marveling at the mess El León had made. He swiped his gloved hand along his chest and licked some of the cum off. “Delicious,” he said.
“F-Fuck you…” El León said, his body prone and sweaty.
“Oh gosh, that was…intense,” Emilio said, holding his forehead.
“It was. But I’ve yet to have my fill, my love,” Pantera purred. Emilio looked up as the wrestler shifted his body off and to the side of El León, sitting beside his drained form. Propping himself with the bed’s pillows, he spread his legs and gripped his cock, slathering it in El León’s seed. He seductively gestured toward his husband to join him, coaxing his finger in the air.
Emilio gave him a giddy smile and pulled out of El León. “Fuck! Easy, goddamn it!” the pouty luchadore bemoaned, his legs falling off the edge of the bed as the man tossed them aside. As cum dribbled from his used hole, Emilio climbed onto the large bed and settled his body between Pantera’s legs, crawling his visage close to his cock. Then he gently held him by the base and licked his shaft, slurping the wrestler’s cum off his tool before nursing his head, sucking his softly and sweetly.
Pantera sighed and held his lover’s head, gently bobbing him up and down on his pierced shaft. “Don’t think I’m through with you yet, El León,” he warned, softly thrusting into Emilio’s mouth. “Your ass just might be the perfect spot to rid myself of this first load.”
El León clutched at his chest and tried to catch his breath. His face was slathered with sweat and spit, and his hole continued to dribble onto the hotel bedsheets. “Fuck you, Pantera. And what do you mean ‘first,’ asshole?!”
Pantera chuckled as his lover sucked him, sliding his mouth down to his base. He groaned and smiled at the defeated luchador. “The night is still young, papí,” he laughed. “The night is still young.” El León groaned and closed his eyes, but Pantera could see his cock begin to show signs of life, twitching as he waited for his next, inevitable turn. Pantera laughed, his fingers gentle on his husband’s soft hair, his cock firm and ready.
It was going to be a long night.