Sleeping With Money (MewGulf AU)

🌞Chapter 1🌻

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Mounted atop Gulf Kanawut, Mew Suppasit whispered in his soft coaxing voice, "Are you ready?"

Gulf's wrist were tied up and secured to the headboard. It didn't matter how ready he was, he would never get over the humiliation of being tied down by another man. He was breaking out into a cold sweat and things didn't even started yet.

Idiot! He screamed inside as he glared at Mew. This is shit! I'm a Mafia! A Yakuza boss. When I walk down the street, people leap out of my way!

He had his eyes like a ravenous beast, a long slender nose, and full lips. His body wasn't all that muscular, but his physique was smooth as drawn sword. He still couldn't understand why another man would covet his body.

"N-n-n-no, I'm not!" he yelled.

He pushed Mew back and tried to stand up. But with his hands tied and Mew's more powerful body mounted on top of him, Gulf couldn't move an inch. He was a sitting duck, plain and simple.

"Come on, behave yourself. I'll be gentle." Mew pushed down Gulf's jaw with his finger and spoke to him like a child.

Mew had an unusual mix of facial features. His face was a strange balance of wildness and nobility, masculine, yet delicate. His features had managed to captivate even Gulf when they had first met.

Mew fixed an irreverent gaze on Gulf, then skillfully unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

"Get off me, you bastard!" Gulf screamed as Mew's hand touched his bare skin.

He struggled with all his might to throw out Mew, but Mew didn't budge. Gulf only managed to kick up his knees. He had no effective means of resistance left.

Bastard!

"You're a lively one," Mew said. "I'm liking you more and more."

His breath tickled Gulf's neck. The tip of his tongue slithered across Gulf's jaw, giving the helpless man goosebumps. Gulf felt weak and powerless.

"No!" he yelled again.

Despite his desperate struggling, Gulfbm couldn't change the situation he was in. To make matters worse, Mew's lips had found his own.

"Ngh...no...ah.." he mumbled.

He tried to bite down, but Mew's fingers firmly held his jaw in place. Mew must have known he would try to bite him.

Their lips locked. Gulf found it hard to draw breath. He could feel a bead of saliva slowly drip from the corner of his mouth.

This can't be happening, he thought.

Ever since he had participated in the sake-sharing ceremony, the initiation ritual of the Kantou Hinodegumi, he had been treated with respect. Yet this man wasn't scared of him, and even dared to subject him to this.

Bastard! You bastard! Get off of me!

Once Gulf might have agreed to this, but now he was screaming for Mew to stop. The most embarrassing part was that he was powerless to resist.

"Ngh."

Each time Mew's tongue moved in his mouth, Gulf felt more and more confused. He shivered and he was dripping with sweat. He was beginning to understand what it must feel like to be a girl. The little shockwaves of passion that he felt whenever Mew's tongue moved seemed all too enjoyable.

Get off me!

Disturbed by his own feelings, Gulf closed his eyes and recalled the chain of events that had brought him here.

TBC