All You Need Is Love (MewGulf AU)

🌞Chapter 32🌻

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Mew's hips pressed so close against him that as they began to move and their clothes rubbed against each other, that part of him that was so honest began, little by little, to react.

He pulled his hips away, not wanting Mew to feel it, but Mew's hips followed him.

"Nngh."

His quiet groan of resistance made Mew laugh happily. He knew that Gulf was trying to get away from him, but he laughed anyway.

Gulf grunted. He was a petty man. Annoyed, Gulf pushed against his chest, but Mew's body didn't budge an inch. Instead, he pressed his lips that much harder against Gulf's, and it became even more difficult for him to breathe.

As the weight against him slowly increased, Gulf's back arched backwards. In his slightly wider field of visions, he could see the ceiling of the hallway. Just as he was sure that he was about to fall, his body was swept into the air.

"Mew?"

"Change of scenery."

Gulf thought he might release his lips, but no. Mew carried Gulf in his arms, walking in the opposite direction of the living room.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't want your first time to be in the hallway, do you?" Mew asked in all seriousness. Gulf was about to ask "First time for what?" when the question reached his brain and he realized what Mew was talking about.

"No." He shook his head, and Mew laughed.

"Me either. So we're changing location."

He trotted up to the door to his room and, when he opened it, the first thing Gulf caught sight of was the huge bed.

Mew dropped him on top of it. Then, without a word, Mew began unbuttoning his shirt, and once he'd finished, pulled his pants off, throwing them roughly on the ground. He rested a foot on the edge of the bed, and the springs creaked loudly.

"Mew---"

Gulf was immobile under Mew's intense gaze.

Mew put a hand to his forehead, seeing the fright on Gulf's face. He turned around and sat down. The two were pretending to be calm, but just below was a fierce, roiling desire. It came over both of them, this passion on the verge of release.

"Mew---"

Gulf sat up slowly, gazing at Mew's hunched-over back. He fought back his embarrassment and took off the shirt he was wearing.

"Mew."

"What?" he replied without turning around.

"How much should I take off?" Gulf's voice shook as he asked the question.

"Gulf---?" Mew turned around to look at him.

Mew reached out for Gulf's unbuttoned shirt. Following his hands, Gulf took off his shirt. And as he undid the belt of his pants, Mew turned around once more and kneeled on the bed. "Are you sure?"

His toned chest, his taut stomach. Gulf had none of those things.

"What would you do if I said no?"

"I'd accept that."

"Do you think you could?" Gulf laughed wickedly, and Mew tweaked his nose grumpily.

"You're not being very nice."

"I'm being very nice!" Gulf laughed and obediently accepted Mew's kiss. "No way I could ask you to do that at a time like this."

"Gulf..."

To be honest, Gulf's nervousness was near its peak, and he wanted nothing more than to run away as soon as possible. But this was not the sort of situation where he could expect someone to come along and reassure him or guide him.

This was the result he'd been hoping for. But Gulf had been born in an ordinary family and lived his life in an ordinary way. In the life that Gulf Kanawut lived, buried up to his neck in 'normality,' this would be the first 'abnormal' thing to happen to him. Even though he never had sex with a woman, he was about to have it with a man.

'But,' he thought. 'Even if I was born a man, that doesn't change the things that make me love a person.'

Gulf had never been in love with a woman, so he couldn't come up with any smooth lines. But the way Gulf felt for Mew was genuine, and the feelings Mew had for him weren't fake either. They both desired each other with all their hearts, shyly closing the distance between them. Each pursuing the other's affections, they had at last reached this point.

"Let's kiss, Mew."

TBC