Fated to be yours

Chapter 59

Pretty doe eyes widen before raising to meet his own, "Punishment?"

Mew barely bites back a smile at the look on Gulf's face. He doesn't look offended, revolted or worse, scared, rather he looks curious, intrigued. So cute! Looks like besides the praise kink he found another thing that fancies his boy.

In truth, Mew isn't really into punishments, dominating and such stuff in bed, he is just someone who likes to be in control. So this punishment thing was just a spur of the moment thing. He just wanted to tease his husband. But since his boy looks so curious, he figures he can give him a little taste of it.

He blanks his face into seriousness and takes a step forward, then another, forcing Gulf to move back, "Yes, punishment. For calling something ugly that's mine, for forgetting my words, for distressing yourself by crying." He stops when the back of Gulf's knees hit the bed and the boy plops down on the mattress. "Up, baby. get in the bed and lie down on your back" he asks, voice gentle but firm.

Looking at the nervousness on his boy's face, for a second he falters thinking he is doing too much but then Gulf moves to follow his command, scooting back in the bed until he is in the middle before lying down.

Mew has to swallow to reign in his lust. "Slow" he needs to remind himself lest he pounces on the boy. But it's hard though, with Gulf sprawled before him, waiting for him to touch him. Sinking one knee on the mattress, and then the other he crawls over the boy until he is looming over him and they are face to face. Gulf looks at him, his doe eyes reflecting nothing but trust and desire for him. Such a sweet boy he has got under him.

But when the sweet boy reaches up to touch him, he shakes his head, "No baby, you can't touch me."

Gulf's hands halt just before they can rest on his biceps, before falling back on the mattress, "Is this my punishment?" he asks, a cute frown settling between the brows.

"Yes" Mew smirks and Gulf's frown deepens.

"I don't like it."

He chuckles, "That's the purpose, isn't it?" For not being into punishments, this is quite fun. And he can't say it isn't exhilarating to watch Gulf listen to him. "Hold your hands above, tua-eng."

Gulf bites his lip, hesitating but does as asked, slowly raising his hands above his head, unsure, "Like this?"

God! Does he have to be so perfect?

Swooping down, Mew captures his mouth, swallowing his gasp, and thrusting his tongue inside to taste every cranny, every corner like he hasn't memorized it already. Gulf responds, and squirms under him but doesn't move his hands, a particularly loud moan escaping him when Mew grinds his hips against his, their rock-hard members brushing against each other in a tantalizing way.

Having his fill, Mew breaks away from his lips and moves down, leaving open mouth kisses on his neck, sucking a mark on his collar bone. It's too hot in the room, so breaking away from the sweet skin of his boy he sits on his hunches to get rid of his tank top. The way Gulf's eyes rake over his now naked upper body has him pulling all he has to control himself to not just forget everything and fuck him until he knows nothing but his name. "Slow, Gulf is not ready for that" he has to remind himself once again before he lowers his hands on his chest.

Gulf jolts when his thumb rubs over one nipple and Mew has to grin. He isn't getting over anytime soon how his boy is so sensitive. One of these days he is going to make him come just from his chest. And it's so endearing the way the blush has now spread all the way to his chest. It was pure torture when they were on phone last time and he couldn't taste this blush. But now he can.

He is practically drooling by the time he lowers his mouth on one bud, sucking gently, laving his tongue back and forth in little flicks but not forgetting the other one too, caressing, rolling it between his fingers.