Body Language (MewGulf AU)

🌞Chapter 10🌻

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"Oh!"

Gulf yelped. He'd lost track of how long Mew had been caressing him. With a squelch, two of Mew's fingers entered his body, but not without a little resistance.

"You don't like it? How can this be too much? It's nothing. Here, I'm going to work around a little."

Mew began to manuever his fingers around inside Gulf. Gulf's passage reacted as Mew's finger pressed in as far as it could go. Though he didn't feel any discomfort at first, pain soon blossomed in his rear. He wondered if there was something odd about himself.

When Mew had licked his finger and pushed it inside of him, his body had tensed up out of fear. He couldn't relax properly, and it had taken Mew a little time to work one finger in. Mew had thought it's odd that Gulf was so tight even after all of his experience, but Gulf quickly reassured him, explaining that it had been a while since he had last been taken. But the pain was becoming quite unbearable, and he was desperately trying to smooth down the goose bumps that were rising on his flesh.

'I can cope with this.'

Mew's fingers had immediately started looking for Gulf's prostate. When Mew found and stroked it, Gulf let out a strangled cry.

"Hmm, does it feel good here?"

Mew was getting a little frustrated. He had found Gulf's special spot, so why was Gulf complaining?

"Oh..please..ngh...ah...there...no..."

"You're saying no, but you're letting me do it anyway. Are you sure you want me to stop?"

Mew removed his finger and then thrust back inside Gulf. Gulf shook his head. "You can take it out...no...ahh..."

"Does it feel good?" Mew rubbed Gulf's insides. He pushed in as far as he could go, then circled his finger around, making sure to lavish attention on Gulf's weak point. Gulf's erection had been left out of most of the action so far, but in an instant it jumped back to life. Mew rolled his fingers over the tip as he thrust into Gulf with his other hand.

"Aaah...aahhh..."

Mew's fingers started to trace the creases at Gulf's entrance. The other boy couldn't do anything but gasp.

"Wet here too? It's oozing. Gulf, do you get wet down there?"

"No, I can't be...that...yours..."

"I can't have used that much spit. There's so much trickling out."

Gulf tried to beg him to stop, but he simply couldn't form the words. Mew's finger continued to circle his entrance enticingly.

"I can't enter you if you're this tight. You're going to have to relax a little. Hey, Gulf? Is this okay?"

'I don't understand. I don't know.'

He wanted to tell Mew everything, but he couldn't. He wanted to run away, away from being teased by Mew's fingers. If he came like this, under Mew's ministrations, he was going to be so embarrassed. So he nodded instead.

"It's all right...push yourself in," he said, in a barely audible voice. Mew took his fingers out.

"What position?" Mew asked. Gulf gulped. He didn't know a thing about positions either.

"Whichever you want, Mew...I don't mind."

"Well, how about this? So we can look at each other's faces."

Mew grinned and opened Gulf's legs, grasping his thighs and lifting them up. The tips of their penises touched.

It was hot.

That was all he felt.

"Here I go."

Mew pushed in just slightly.

Gulf somehow managed to stop his face from contorting at the sudden surge of pain. He bit down on his lip to keep from crying out.

"A little more...slowly..."

It had been enough to make him lose all breath. He felt like he was going to suffocate.

"Oh, sorry. Too fast?"

Gulf nodded quickly. Mew pulled out and entered once more, slowly pressing inwards, deeper and deeper. When he was completely sheathed, the both of them were covered in sweat.

"Woah...I'm all in. But Gulf...you're so tight. Have you been doing it recently?"

"...I told you, it's been a while." It sounded like the truth at least. He didn't want to let Mew know that this was in fact his first time.

"...hmph, well all right. Does it hurt then? Shall I go a little slower?"

It had been quite an ordeal so far, and Gulf didn't know how it would feel if Mew started to move within him. The least he could do was go slowly.

Mew slowly started to rock his hips. Expectedly, the movement increased the pain. Gulf felt like screaming at all those people who told him that sex felt good.

Gulf buried his face in Mew's chest. He knew that his face was almost definitely betraying the pain that he was feeling. He didn't want Mew to see that.

"Why are you hiding?" Mew's pace quickened, encouraged by Gulf's increasing wetness. But now Mew was getting carried away, making Gulf's pain even more severe.

'It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!'

'It's suppose to hurt? It's not just me, is it?'

'Sex hurts, right?'

He wanted to ask the whole world---had it all been a total lie that sex was pleasurable?

But the sounds he made were being interpreted as those of pleasure.

"Let me see. Let me see you enjoying me."

Gulf started kissing Mew's chest, intending to keep his face hidden.

Mew stopped. "...come on. You don't want me to look at you?"

Gulf didn't answer, and continued to place silent kisses over Mew's heart. Doing so helped him to distance himself a little from the pain. In a perfect world, there would only be pleasure. Finally he looked at Mew, laid back on the pillows, and closed his eyes.

Keep going, he mouthed wordlessly.

Mew's thrusting grew faster. The noise of their bodily fluids squelching and the sound of their bodies hitting together drowned out all else.

The sweat, the noise, the pain and the embarrassment.

It was far different than anything he had ever imagined.

What he had fantasized about it was completely different from the real thing.

But he was glad anyway.

He was happy.

He had truly done the real thing with Mew.

Sure it hurt, but that didn't stop it from being fantastic.

TBC