Break My Heart (Mew x Gulf)

Chapter 32: Hormonal (M)

Mew considered himself a smart person, he really did. Yet he couldn't comprehend the fact that what he was doing was incredibly dumb, or rather, just plain ingenious.

But really, it's not like he could do anything about it, some things just can't be helped, and that includes the unignorable, inexcusable, demanding and controlling call of ones sexual needs.

So even though they shouldn't have been, - not when they had somewhere to be in the next hour or so - Mew and Gulf were most definitely in the progress of committing one of God's most forbidden sins; copulation.

"Mew." Utters Gulf between their connected lips.

"Mhmm?"

"Don't you think we should- hmm, should save this for later?"

His actions contradict his own words as he works on Mew's button-up, hastily undoing the buttons as he straddles the older's thighs. Mew's own hands working their way up Gulf's back, the shirt riding up as he does so, exposing Gulf's delectable skin.

"We could, but I don't think that's what you want." He replies, breathing heavily as Gulf starts grinding against him, the both of them beginning to lose themselves.

"Not really." Breathes Gulf, draping his arms over Mew's shoulders, his head falling back with a moan.

"Then let's not."

Gripping the ends of Gulf's shirt, he lifts it over his head, dropping it to the floor as his lips latch onto the boys' now exposed collarbones, his hands travelling down to the younger's arse, giving it a squeeze.

Gulf exhales a low sigh, his hips picking up their pace as he goes to finish undoing Mew's own shirt, the article finding it's way to the floor next to his sooner than not.

Mew takes hold of Gulf's thigh, his other arm wrapping around the boys' back before flipping them over, earning a surprised grunt from Gulf as his back hits the mattress, his legs still caging Mew's sides as the older grabs his hands, interlocking their fingers before pinning them down above Gulf's head.

"I'm starting to think this is your favourite position." Says Gulf. Mew smirks down at him.

"And I'm starting to think you like it more then you let on." Rolling his eyes, Gulf bucks his hips up, biting his lip as he lets out a shuddering breath, his restricted member rubbing against the fabric of his shorts, not his preferred form of stimulation.

Mew chuckles at the younger's obvious impatience, not in the mood to take things slowly this time. Then again, they didn't really have the time to take things slow.

Releasing Gulf's hands, Mew grips his hips instead, pushing them down as Gulf brings his arms up to pull Mew down for a deep desperate kiss, the both of them letting loose a string of moans as their tongues collide.

Mews' hand slides across Gulf's abdomen towards the boys' middle, his fingers lightly grazing against the skin as Gulf moans at the tingling feeling, loving it more then he'd care to tell.

Gulf's fingers slip into Mew's black locks, pulling him impossibly closer until their chests meet, each able to feel the other's rising heartbeat.

Mew's hand goes down till it's at the waistband of Gulfs' shorts, tugging at them teasingly before his hand finally slips under the material, his palm going to grasp the younger's erect cock, his thumb brushing against the sensitive tip, eliciting a low whimper from Gulf as he attempts to get more friction by rolling his hips upward, unfortunately Mew's other hand still had a firm grip on his hip, preventing him from being able to satisfy his growing need.

Breaking the kiss, Gulf's head falls back as he releases a series of choked moans as Mew strokes him at a medium pace, enough to have him filling the room with deep, throaty sounds of pleasure, yet not enough to give him what he really wants.