Tua Aeng

Love

****** Warning – This chapter contains content not appropriate for persons under the age of 18*****

Gulfs POV

I look up at Mew, tears streaming down my face. I cup his cheeks in my hands and lay my forehead against his. "I love you Phi. I know that you never meant to hurt me. My head knows it, just like you know I never meant to hurt you. Just give it a little more time, for the pain to go away."

"I'm going to need your help though. I need you to tell me that you love me, to hold me. I need you to show me you love me Phi so my heart will stop hurting." "Will you show me Phi? Show me that you love me."

I place a kiss on his forehead. His skin is so pale, pure. I can smell the light musk of his skin. It is amazing how much his smell affects me. I inhale, breathing him in, letting his scent fill my lungs...it comforts me. He smells like love, like home. I kiss between his eyes, on the bridge of his nose, on each cheek. He is so still, as if afraid to move. My eyes close as I place my lips against his. His lips are soft but a bit cold and wet for his tears. I deepen the kiss and turn my head as I feel him respond. He opens his mouth and allows his lips to play on mine; his lips warming beneath mine. He gently nips at my lips pulling them between his teeth. Then I feel his tongue probing, asking for entry into my mouth. I feel my body responding, my skin flushed, heated, my mind floating away as the sensations take control. My hands fall from his face and grab onto his shirt. I kneel on the couch pushing my body flush against his, pulling him closer to me. I am hungry for his touch. His lips feel so good, but I need more. I take over the kiss allowing my tongue to play on his, fighting, twisting together.

Mew grabs my hair and pulls my head back. "Ahhhhh!" A startled moan escapes my lips. I feel his teeth against my neck. "Phi." I cry, my hands tightening on his shirt. I turn my neck to give him more access, pulling, trying to get closer to him, to appease the need riding beneath my skin.

It is not enough, it's not enough. I feel frantic and I don't know how to relieve the hunger. I am so fucking hard my dick is throbbing. I raise my hips pushing myself against his stomach, hoping that the friction will help. "Ssstttttt." I hiss throwing my head back. "Phi...please...it's not enough...it's not enough....Phi help me nahh."

I feel Mew's hands cup my thighs. "Hold on tight." He says, then I am lifted into his arms. He carries me up the stairs and sets me on the edge of the bed.

Mews POV

Gulf is restless as I carry him up the stairs. His mouth against my neck, licking, sucking, hands ripping at the buttons of my shirt, trying to push it down my arms. I sit him on the edge of the bed and remove my shirt. I open the bedside table and remove the condoms and lube and put in near my reach, then push him to lay beneath me, feet dangling off the edge of the bed, as I lay between his thighs. I kiss him, biting is lips, attacking his mouth. "More." I moan as I raise his back off the bed and remove his shirt to give me access to his skin. "You're so fucking hot Bii." I growl in his ear. "Phi." He cries.

I lick the shell of his ear and his both arches beneath me, his groin pushing against mine. My lips travel down his chest, kissing him, biting him as I go, leaving a trail of strawberry like hickeys across his skin, marking him. My hand moves across his chest caressing the soft expanse of his skin. I lower my lips to his nipples. "Ahhhh..." A startled cry escapes his lips. I pull his nipple into my mouth, sucking it, fingers playing on the other. He grasps my head, moving his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer, body begging for more. I look up. His face is flushed, red, splotches of color staining his skin. His head thrown back, a light sheen of sweat making his skin glisten. I alternate between sucking and teasing his nipples between my fingers, then allow my hands to travel down his chest to his abdomen. His muscles flex and tighten in response to my touch.