Sycophant

Loving You

A/N: I'm busy doing nothing. Hahaha

Enjoy this po.

Say hello everyone to the new member of our bunch dekke_02

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Gulf is leaning against the doorpost of Mew's office, his work suit fits perfectly and, in Mew's opinion, is absolutely devastating. "Are you done?" he asked, voice low and talking to Mew on a molecular level.

"Just need to shut down my computer and I'm good to go," he managed, somehow lighting up somehow enough to take his breath away. His heart skipped a beat when Gulf closed and locked his office door. Saint came back home a while ago, and Mew is pretty sure Gulf got everyone out before locking the door.

He shut down his computer and waited to see what Gulf would do.

"Get up," Gulf said, his voice commanding.

Somehow he was excited and giddy for Gulf and Gulf's mouth was on top of his, devouring his, and thag made him hot like fire inside. Gently, Gulf turned Mew over and put his hands on the table, his pants were taken off and his ass was exposed in front of Gulf before he really knew what was going on.

"Gulf," he moaned, as the man slipped a finger inside him-

Mew woke up, surrounded by the warm and pleasant scent of the Gulf. The man in question was still in his arms, and they were still under the blanket Mew had laid them on last night. It comes back to Mew in a hurry: the rain still hasn't stopped and Gulf begged him to stay the night, so they gather to watch more movies. When Gulf leaned onto him, Mew carried him to bed, and Gulf pulled him to sleep with him.

And so now he had an armful of Gulf, and, thanks to his dream, pretty much the hardest morning log he's ever woken up, stuck in Gulf's ass. His arms unconsciously tightened around the middle of Gulf, and he purposely loosened them, trying to find a way out of the situation. When he took a deep breath to calm down, he saw Bebe curled up in front of Gulf, and Gulf's hand was on her fur. The sight overwhelmed Mew, flooding him with feelings of love, protection, and need.

He shifted away from Gulf, trying to give him space. He is still worried about the "reckless Gulf weather" in yesterday's rain. He used to be cold in Mew's arms, was much moved. And if he wakes up this morning sick, the last thing he needs is Mew's cock poking his ass.

Gulf rousing made Mew pause in his thoughts. With his eyes still closed, he ran his hand down Mew's arm until he met Mew's hand at his waist, easing his fingers through Mew's. "Morning," he said drowsily, and his voice was rough, but Mew couldn't tell if that was from sleep or sickness.

Mew scooted back and lightly pulled Gulf to his back, leaning over him to search for signs that he'd gotten more than cold in the rain. "How are you feeling? Headache? Sore throat? Anything?"

When he watched Gulf, the best description that came to mind was sweet. His eyes are soft when he sleeps, the hair he's had for over two months, soft with curls, and the smile lines around his mouth, and his eyes are soft too. Everything in Gulf in the morning was so sweet, and Mew wanted to cherish it. Cherish him.

"I'm feeling fine. And so, it seems, are you." Gulf's hand scraped lightly over the bulge in Mew's borrowed pajama bottoms, and then he brought Mew's hand to his own cock, starting to harden. Okay, maybe not everything about Gulf is soft this morning. "Pleasant dreams?"

Mew took in a quick breath as Gulf continued his casual rubdown. "Extremely."

"You should tell me about them sometime," Gulf said with a slow wink, hand brushing under Mew's sweatshirt and over the sensitive skin of his stomach, now.