Fated to be yours

Chapter 51

Again a verrrryyyy long chapter.
Equivalent to two chapters. It didn't felt write to cut it into two actually and turned out this long.

Hope you enjoy it.
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For the first time in a week, Mew wakes up without feeling little kisses on his face like he does in the morning. As Gulf always wakes up way before him, he has made a habit of prepping his face with kisses until he wakes up too and so now every morning Mew wakes up to his boy's beautiful face smiling down at him.

But today it doesn't seem like that. Not wanting to open his eyes yet he pats the space beside him only to find it empty and cold. His brows furrow at the absence of the warm body snuggled up to him.

"Tua-eng?" he calls out, eyes still closed,

And...

..hears a giggle in reply.

Okay, so his boy is not far away. But what new mischief is he up to now? He is finding nowadays that his baby is actually a very naughty kitten hidden behind his I-am-a-good-boy smile. Cheeky, mischievous, and as always bratty. Just the other day, the little shit had tricked him into eating a cookie, which was salty, very, and especially made to prank him. He isn't complaining though, he actually enjoys his husband's mischievous side. His heart soaring at the thought that Gulf is now so comfortable with him that he doesn't hesitate to show his real self unlike before. After all the secrets, the past connections, and fateful meetings out in the open, it's like they have gotten closer, emotionally and of course physically, specifically Gulf.

"I don't have any reason to hold back now" Gulf had said to him.

He opens his eyes to the new mischief he would be at the receiving end of, only to get stunned. Out of all the things, he wasn't expecting that.

Gulf is...painting!

"Good morning" his sunflower greets him with his pretty smile.

"Good morning, tua-eng" he smiles back. "What's with painting first thing in the morning? And why aren't you here giving me my kisses?"

"I am almost done. Just a minute" Gulf pleads, nose scrunching up cutely.

So he waits. He isn't going to move even an inch without his morning dose of kisses. And while he waits, he lets his eyes rake over his boy, from head to toe. Sitting on a high stool in front of a canvas, in his shirt, hands smeared with paint and sunlight falling on him, Gulf looks like a vision and Mew greedily takes it in. What a sight to be blessed with first thing in the morning!

And oh fuck!

Gulf has changed into shorts! He swears his baby has the sexiest legs. It's a pity he doesn't wear shorts too often. In fact, three days ago, it was the first time Mew had seen him in shorts if he doesn't count watching him in his football game that one time. His mouth had watered instantly, he isn't even kidding. Miles and miles of sun-kissed, smooth skin bare open for his eyes to feast on.

His mind wanders, thinking about how those long, lean legs would feel wrapped around his waist as he-

No. "Don't go there!"

Bad Mew.

Very bad Mew.

He shakes his head to shake off that sinful image his mind had just conjured and thinks about dead animals. He can't afford to have a boner when his boy is just sitting in front of him and he hasn't even given him his kisses.

Fortunately, he comes to his senses real quick and focuses his attention back on the vision in front of him, this time keeping his eyes on the upper half of his boy. It doesn't help to curb his dirty thoughts much though. Because Gulf in his shirt? So fucking sexy! It's a little bigger on his frame because Gulf is leaner than him and it makes it even more alluring.