Short Mew/Gulf fics

Composure

Gulf couldn't help his eyes from glossing over with love when his eyes met with Mew's. He realised how much he missed this man and in a momentarily lapse of professionalism he let his emotions run thru him.

His body felt cold without Mew's arms wrapped around him. His fingers itched to be covered by Mew's big hands like they used to do. It was a barely two heartbeats but it was hard to miss the way Gulf looked at Mew.

That split second of wonder and longing mixed with a love so strong that it put stars in his eyes and quirk his lips into a smile. He should be content with just this during a live right? But why was he so desperate for Mew's gaze, his touch, his lips...

The lingering touches had him wanting more but these stupid rules were withholding them from any more skin ship.

Just wait a little longer, he thought. Almost done. The moment the live ended he tried to signal for Mew to come along with him. He nibbled on his lips and fidgeted with the hem of his sweater when that wasn't the case. Mew was oblivious to him! He was laughing with the staff while here he was desperate for his touch.

He waited and waited and although it was only a few minutes it felt like hours to him. At one point he snapped. He marched over to where Mew was standing, pulled on his arm and dragged him to the first empty room he could find.

He slammed the door shut behind them, leaving staff member shocked but he didn't care at the moment.

"Gu--" Mew couldn't even finish his sentence as suddenly he was pushed against the wall and a slender body wrapped itself in his arms. Soft chestnut lips neared his and Gulf connected them with a content sigh.

Finally... Gulf moaned into the kiss and pulled Mew's face closer, not wanting any space between them, desperate for Mew's touch.

When they pulled back to catch their breath Mew looked at Gulf.

The room was dark but Mew could see the reddening flush covering Gulf's cheeks and his soft eyes staring at him.

"Oh, tua eng whats wrong?" He asked as he caressed the flushed cheeks.

"I missed this..." Gulf mumbled, cuddling his cheek in the palm of Mew's hand.

"Why can't it always be like this..." Mew couldn't keep a smile from spreading on his face. His softly played with the hairs on Gulf's nape and breathed in his unique scent that he loved so much when he kissed Gulf's neck.

"I missed this too baby..." Mew murmured.

He felt how Gulf's heartbeat was loudly thundering through his veins. He couldn't deny that he also had missed this. He had seen the lingering glances Gulf had shot him throughout the live. It had made him inpatient too to end the live and wrap Gulf in his arms.

"B-but you always look so composed!" Gulf whined and buried his face in Mew's neck.

"You think I was composed...?" Mew pulled Gulf's face up, wanting him to see his heated gaze as he grinded his hips against his. Gulf's breath hitched at that and his cheeks flushed even darker.

"Hmm? Still think so?" Gulf gasped, feeling Mew's clothed half hard length rub against his, making him grow hot in seconds

"I-I'm..." he stuttered out. He gazed up into Mew's dark orbs and felt a shiver run through his body.

His fingers tightened around his back when Mew leaning in closer and whispered:

"Let me show you how composed I was..."

Before connected their lips again in a desperate heated kiss.

He bit down on Gulf's bottom lip and shoved his tongue deep inside his mouth while turning Gulf so he was now pushed up against the wall. He pulled soft desperate moans and whines out of Gulf while he devoured his mouth, making him even more inpatient.

Gulf was ready to start whining when Mew disconnected their lips. His eyes were glossed over with lust and his lips swollen from Mew's attack on them.

"Let's go." Mew growled after seeing that, pulling a gasping, weak legged Gulf out of the empty room and out of the building.

He was going to show Gulf how "composed" he had been in their bedroom...