In a whirlwind of unexpected circumstances, Mew Suppasit finds himself in dire need of a job to settle his college tuition fees. To his surprise, he lands a position as the fake boyfriend of Gulf Kanawut, a charming and charismatic figure in the pub...
Mew went Gulf's apartment first thing in the morning and barged inside since Gulf had already told him passcode of the door. Gulf wasn't in the living room or his bedroom, he was taking a shower. He was quite surprised when he came out just in his towel to see Mew sitting on his bed. It would be a lie if he said he didn't feel a thing right now because Mew looked edible right now.
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"What are you doing here? Don't you have classes today?" Gulf asked.
"We both have something to talk about."
"Like what?"
"You know what you did yesterday."
"What? I just came to visit your brothers. Anything wrong with that?"
"First of all our contract is over so you don't have any right to come to my house and secondly why did you tell Kit about the contract?"
"He deserved to know."
"Sit."
"What?"
"Sit."
"I don't think-" he began to argue.
A hand shot and latched onto his wrist, "I didn't ask you what you thought, I told you to sit. Don't argue."
Gulf opened his mouth to argue then shut it with an audible snap. He had never been one to take orders from anyone. Yet with the tone just used on him, he found his himself moving towards the bed. His willingness shocked and disturbed him on the level of only someone who had spent as long as he had as in control of every aspect of his life could understand. That's the thing with Mew, he made Gulf surrender his control.
His face didn't reveal it, but he was reeling. He was acting like a submissive. With Mew he always reverted to the submissive role. How was that possible? He rose, afraid of what he'd done and how he felt while doing it. Gulf was more than a little outside his comfort zone and he didn't like it. He stood, when once again a hand was gripping his wrist. Just enough pressure was applied to force Gulf to face Mew but the potential was there. The way his long fingers curled around his wrist gave Gulf more the feeling of being bound than actually being so. How did he do it? How did he tear away his walls and force parts of his soul he'd never known existed to light?
"What did you say to Kit?" Mew's palms flattened on Gulf's stomach, rubbing gentle circles on the flesh while his tongue flicked out at intervals to tease the shell of his ear. It was both a calming and arousing action.
"Just truth," hissed Gulf.
Gulf growled threateningly. This was getting a little too uncomfortable, mainly because he wanted him to continue and was very close to begging for it. Mew's palm continued its rubbing. The sensation sent pleasurable shots up Gulf's spine, making the heat build from a small ember into a burning wildfire. He opened his mouth but nothing escaped save for the quietest of whimpers. The sound had Mew smirking faintly.
