MewGulf oneshots

18+ The morning after

Soft snoring could be heard from a very ruffled up bed. Two bodies were sprawled out on top of it, one laying with his head on the other's chest.

Hickeys and bite marks were covering Gulf's neck and shoulder already and the rest could not even be seen yet covered up by the blanket.

You could see they had a very, very rough night...

Exhausted yet again, Gulf slowly started to wake up. The birds could be heard from outside the window signalling it was the next morning already. A groan escaped his lips when he pried his eyes open. Disoriented he looked up trying to remember where he was.

Mew's house.

What happened last night? He slowly looked at the still sleeping form next to him.

A smile on Mew's face and relaxed snores coming out of the man's parted lips. This man...

His neck hurt already from just turning his head.

This man!

Regaining his memory back he suddenly sat up. A painful yelp escaping his lips when he did so. His body hurt all over, especially one place in particular.

He remembered everything from last night, he was slowly trying to regain his composure with a flushed face.

Last night was... intense.... the way Mew took control over him... dominating him... he never thought his man would ever lose control like that. The always composed Mew, who always knew what to do, guiding him everywhere when he always walked in the wrong way.

This man... was a beast!

He looked down to examinate his chest and hissed from his very sour neck and shoulders as he saw the aftermath of last night.

Bruises and bite marks covered his chest and stomach.

He traced the bruises with his fingertips. He would have to wear so much clothing to cover all of this up.

Further down he couldn't look yet so he slowly lifted up the blanket. His hips and tights were bruised with small finger marks.

Blushing he covered himself up again. He knew why those bruises were there. He laid back down with a hiss and sighed.

He really was sore from all the things they did all night. He didn't want to remember it, his ears turned red already from only remembering how he acted. He pulled the cover over his head from shame.

All the begging and screaming he did. The way Mew used him and made him cum so many times. It's a miracle his dick is still attached to his body! He looked at his red bruised wrists. Turning them around and looking at the red stripes around it. This man was something else.... he had tied him to the headboard for at least 2 rounds and twisting him all around for his pleasure.

Well, his own pleasure too because, damn... he had loved it.

Blushing again he wanted to get up to use the bathroom and find something to eat because he was starting and that's why he had come here in the first place but Mew obviously been having other plans for him.

Slowly he pried off the blankets and with much trouble tried to get his feet on the ground, almost groaning again from the pain in his muscles.

When he finally sat on the edge of the bed he stood up but fell down on the ground with a thud again from how soar and jelly his legs were.

A painful hoarse yelp escaped his lips, this time waking up the man who was responsible for all of this.

"baby... what are you doing" Mew yawned. He turned over to see that Gulf was not in the bed but sitting on the floor with a heavy blush decorating his cheeks. He grinned widely from this. His boy's body completely gave out from the rough fucking they did all night. He was even still tired only having slept for a few hours after it.