All You Need Is Love (MewGulf AU)

🌞Chapter 12🌻

PRESENT
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They rode the elevator to the forty-fifth floor and followed the corridor all the way to the end. Mew opened the door there with his key and motioned for Gulf to go in first.

"It's amazing."

The suite room was situated on the corner of the building, a hundred square meters in size. Just next to the entrance there was a giant walk-in closet and doors leading to the bathroom and bedroom. In the living area, there was a luxurious living room set and a dinner table. The floor-to-ceiling windows gave a view of the night lights of Tokyo's heart.

"The room is huge. Do you live here?"

As Gulf started to turn around, the lights of the room dimmed, and arms closed around him from behind.

"Mew----"

"You're not going to turn me down after you were such a slut to come all the way here, are you?"

Gulf felt Mew's hot breath on his neck. Things were happening exactly as he'd expected they would, but still Gulf's body shuddered.

"Are you nervous? You were always ready for it before."

Mew's hands wound to the front of Gulf's body and deftly loosened the knot in his tie. But he didn't take it all the way off, instead leaving it half-untied, hanging over Gulf's belly. His hands moved on to unbuckling his belt.

"Mew---"

"It doesn't matter even if you do resist. I'm bigger than you. Just look at our reflections in the windows. It's useless, isn't it?"

Gulf raised his eyes obediently. The glass of the windows that had, just a moment before, revealed the skycrapers of Tokyo were now a mirror.

Gulf stood in the middle of the room's hazy reflection. A man's arms were wrapped around his suited body, rubbing against his chest and crotch.

"Ah---"

Mew pulled the belt free of Gulf's pants and moved next to his zipper. Gulf had no skills of his own to stop Mew's practiced movements.

"Did you do it with any guys after me?" Mew whispered in his ear, gently nibbling on his earlobe. The voice vibrated down on Gulf's spine.

Gulf shook his head.

"Really? I have. If you go on the back streets, there's tons of guys there, and they don't care if you're a man or a woman. When I went, they were so excited they were lining up to get to me."

Mew was only being this vulgar because he knew how Gulf would react.

Mew's fingers slipped unceremoniously into Gulf's pants and into his underwear to touch a part of Gulf that he was still trying to keep under control. The light pressure brought the desire slumbering within him swelling into life.

"And there been too many women to count. I tried it that way too."

Gulf's breathing came faster. Mew's fingers traced Gulf's shape through the cloth of his underwear, searching out the opening in the cloth to touch his skin.

"Nngh."

"I guess you weren't doing much if you're getting hard just from this. Are you sure you don't want to spend the rest of the night with that girl?"

Mew's abuse pricked Gulf's nerves. Nails dragged the skin over the narrowest part of him and Gulf shuddered. He was surprised at that sleazy part of himself that kept getting harder at the touch of the man's hand.

Unlike Mew, Gulf had never once been with a man in the eight years they'd been apart. He had barely even had sex with women, he could distinctly remember every single time. This part of him had never been caressed so directly.

Maybe that was why Gulf's body felt every movement of Mew's fingers so keenly. All of his movements were drawn out in Gulf's mind before he made them a reality---how Mew would touch him, where he would move, and how he would caress that new place.

"Gulf---" Mew pressed against Gulf's hips, hard now too and warm.

The kisses against the skin of his neck grew longer and the sucking came harder. Mew's right hand moved to Gulf's chest. He slipped inside the collar of his shirt to touch the skin, groping around beneath the cloth to find Gulf's nipples. He pinched them hard.

"Mm."

"Do you like that? When I touch you?"

Gulf's crotch was warming just from the hand playing over his chest. He grew harder and harder with Mew's hand around him, and liquid began to pool at the tip.

"Hey, you're getting a little ahead of yourself, don't you think?" Mew scolded and dug at the tip of Gulf's organ with his nails.

He slathered the rising liquid over Gulf's shaft. The sticky sensation fed Gulf's desire with a shuddering delight. Mew crushed the pads of his fingers against it, and Gulf could only feel the sensation in his shaft. That part of Gulf swelled with blood, all his nerved focusing on that spot.

Gulf's nerves had become so sensitive that the sensation of his shirt rubbing over his chest made his skin feel ticklish even when Mew wasn't touching him.

"Mm---nngh."

"You're not going to fight it?"

Mew's fingers suddenly stopped moving. Gulf realized that Mew was examining his face in the mirror. Gulf was hypnotized by his eyes.

He shook his head.

TBC