MewGulf oneshots

18+ Lips all over you

"Hmm...." Gulf mumbled in his sleep. With his hand, he tried to swat away the fly that was currently tickling his neck. He groaned when his hand didn't move and the tickling continued as long fingers grasped his wrist.

His eyes fluttered open suddenly when both his hands were grasped and pulled far above his head in a tight grip.

"Mew?!"

His eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room and settled on a pair of dark husky eyes hovering above his chest. "I'm home..." Mew smirked and he licked right above the edge of Gulf's shirt. The covers were pulled from his body and Mew leaned over him. With one hand holding both his wrists in his strong grasp and the other skimming over his heated skin under his shirt.

Mew pulled both his hand from Gulfs body and grabbed something from the bedside table. Gulf turned his head to see, but his hands were grasped again and something soft clicked around his wrists.

His eyes shot up when he couldn't move his arms down anymore and they widened upon seeing the furry cuffs around his wrist, tied to the headboard.

Mew Turned on the lights on the bedside table and now Gulf could clearly see the man on top of him. A soft hue cast over both of them.

Gulf swallowed and settled his eyes back on Mew's face. His heart started beating erratically and his body growing hot. What was Mew doing?

"P' M-Mew? What's this?"

Mew leaned in and a finger flicked over Gulfs bottom lip. He hovered over Gulf and stopped his face near Gulf's ear.

"My dear Tua Eng... you have no idea what those lips of yours do to me"

Gulf eyes widened. His body shuddered as he could feel his blood rush south.

Mew couldn't help but chuckle at the look on his lover's face. "You have no idea how much self-control I had to regulate so that I don't pop a boner when u bite your lips like that" He leaned further over to the cuffed wrist and inspected if they weren't too tight.

Mew then placed a gentle kiss on Gulf's wrist underneath the pink fur cuffs, a smile ghosting his lips. "Is that why you kept your hand on my thighs so much tonight? Trying to see if I did just that?"

Gulf blinked up at Mew, his blush that crept up his face betraying him. His bluff had been blown. He had anticipated it... biting his lips in front of everyone like that.

As Mew sat back up, he grabbed the plastic bag that was placed by his feet and dumped the content of it on the bed next to Gulf. One by one he grabbed the products and placed them neatly in a line on the bedside table. Gulf followed the movements and his eyes widened at the various coloured lipsticks.

"P'Mew.. when-"
"You did say I should buy them and play with them. I got them in all the shades that they had. I told them it was for research purposes. See how long they stay under... rigorous activities perhaps" Mew replied, he was holding one of the shades, seemingly fascinated by the magnetics that made the lid pop back on the lipstick.
"I wasn't quite satisfied with my artwork just now. Kissing paper is not as fun as kissing hot... sensitive... skin" he continued, his eyes settled on Gulfs again and he opened the light pink lipstick.

"You know me tua eng.. I'm an artist. And you.. are my canvas."

One of Mew's hand settled on the exposed skin on Gulfs waist, his shirt ridden up to his chest by now.

Gulf feels something cool resting on his hip and he audibly gulps as he realised that Mew hadn't taken of his rings. In fact, he had added more. Gulf was used to Mew just wearing his thumb ring and the occasional ring on Mew's left index finger. But this...