The Proposal

Why are you so wet?!

Sky-colored, with streaks of beige, shirt and light milky trousers. Gulf's hair is styled back in soft waves. Barely perceptible fragrance of luxury perfume.

Mew grins: he was expecting Kanawut to put on something the first thing he saw on top of the suitcase. After all, for him, this whole idea of a pre-wedding photo shoot is another portion of farce.

That's just that he didn't need to hear the fiery speech of his subordinate, where Mew painted all the advantages of his boss in front of his father in colors, proving that Gulf unconditionally deserves his... ahem... admiration?

They are sitting in the back seats of Jom's car. She, as always, is having a fun and relaxed chat with her mother. Mew turns his face to Gulf's profile once more. He seems unperturbed, but it would be foolish to assume that he did not hear anything.

Mew himself put on a blue jacket over a thin ivory shirt. All this is combined with milky jeans.

"Well done for dressing in the same tone! Men usually have problems with this," Jom winks at them at the traffic light.

"Yes, we actually…"

"Sure. It's such an important photo shoot, right, honey?" Gulf pinches his thigh.

Mew grins:

"Absolutely, darling."

So he really didn't hear? Or is he pretending not to have heard?

"So, what's with your family father?"

Damn… So he also heard more than the last one?

"Mm... just like that. He hasn't taught his son for a long time."

Gulf turns his voice down:

"I take it he didn't buy our lovey-dovey presentation? Well, even though you had to lie about how you admire my personality?"

"Listen," Mew blushes terribly, "my affairs with Dad concern only him and me, okay?"

"No, Mew. Not okay. How do I know that your respected parent will not influence the rest of the relatives and drip on us where it is not necessary?"

Mew moves closer, almost touching Gulf's pinkish earlobe with his lips:

"Then try to be more convincing at least in the photo. So we will have something to present 'documented' at the migration office."

Having whispered this, Mew lingers for a few seconds in this proximity to his boss: it is too difficult to resist and not inhale the fragrance under the slightly pulsating vein on the side of his neck.

"Mhm. We'll see," Gulf, embarrassed by such proximity, moves away to the window.

The place Jom chose was more than picturesque. In the rays of the midday sun, the grass looks emerald. There are mountains all around and a waterfall is rustling somewhere nearby.

Gulf can't stand even the first "innocent" shots, all the time hissing out of the corner of his mouth:

"Don't snuggle up to me like that!.."

"Gosh, Gulf, this is a photo, — for a moment, — of a 'couple in love', we can't just look like 'business partners' in it, even if it really is. And I, unlike you, try not to reveal us, so be kind and make at least a minimum of effort and do not stay indignant."

Rolling his eyes, Gulf gently slaps his hand, but still allows him to hug himself from behind and put his palms on the tummy. However, as soon as Mew starts stroking him involuntarily, Gulf hisses again:

"A fetish?"

Mew's smile tickles his neck.

"Do you like to paw men by the stomach?"