Caught in Possession

New Patterns

Warning: Mature content

A/N: Written beside a very different pool on my holidays, which was surreal!

Hope you enjoy 🦋
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As the Earth spun on her axis - a whiplash shift in the balance of power and control between two men: From the one who broke and the one that comforted, to carnivore and prey, in instant, delicious, dizzy surrender.

Mew's lips devouring Gulf's neck as the building's lift plummeted floor after floor, down, down, on its journey towards the basement pool - quiet and tranquil at close to 2 a.m. Three upper elevator walls and a ceiling all a-glint with mirrors, five Gulf's arching in to the elder man's mouth and ministrations, loose tendrils of hair hanging wild as hot breaths emitted.

A pre-pool shower. Towels lost and skin-tight swim shorts bulging, undisguised desire. Slippery hands soaping, nails raking, air panting as Mew rubbed and ground his clothed erection up against Gulf's ass - rutting. A hand slamming and sliding across the glass shower screen, wet with scented bubbles and sweats of developing, heady lust.

And then as quickly as it had all started - upstairs in a moonlit apartment as Mew's emotions overwhelmed - the elder man pulled suddenly away.

Anguished emptiness.

A half suppressed whimper from Gulf at the loss of that hard friction to his rear, as warm water caressed - without comfort - against sensitive caramel skin. Yet on spinning to face his deserter, in place of anticipated detachment he was met by eyes that glimmered with devious intent. Mew relishing exerting control, that regaining of himself from his earlier floundering. Gratitude to the younger man for having stoically supported - and now, reward in some form?

That most potent mode of communication between the two.

Leaning in to lick and nibble at Gulf's ear lobe, Mew's voice was low, breathy as he said:

"Now baby is going to sit there...", both sets of eyes following the outstretched hand as he turned to gesture towards the nearest edge of the pool, "...And watch"

A muscular form diving into the cool depths - dark blue mosaic tiled pool and walls, twinkling spotlights above, rippling reflections of aqueous shadows upon the ceiling, setting the scene of a mysterious, midnight lake, siren at its bay as Gulf rested back on his hands, long legs and pointing toes dangling over shore.

The resounding echo of Mew's hands crashing against the water's surface on each contact, driving through front crawl strokes, splashes as his legs kicked out powerfully behind, propelling him at speed.

And Gulf's arousal was straining, insistent, as he surveyed. He was flushed, breathless. The elder man's physicality in this show of alpha power and athleticism - his body, his voice, his easy domination.

What magic bewitched? Gulf liked to be in control. He liked to call the shots from a thorn-guarded carnal throne of indifference. Yet now...

Fuck, he just wanted Mew to call him 'Baby' again.

"You're so hard for me", Mew hissed out then as he paused at the pool edge for breath, tracing dripping wet fingers across the younger man's chest and abdomen, a shining trail of sensual droplets left in their wake.

"Mmmm" - it was all he trusted himself to say.

"Do you want...to touch yourself, baby?"

"Shai Daddy, shai shai" - those sexual roles firmly in play, personification of that lightning power shift moments earlier.

Mew leaned in close - close enough that Gulf could feel the tantalising tickle of his breath against his chest as the elder raised his eyes to him wickedly, wet black hair slicked back in full demi-God mode...