Fated to be yours

Chapter 70 - Last Part

When they reach their room though, it's Gulf's turn to be stunned. He looks at Mew in stunned wonder before once again taking in the room.

Dimly lit, their whole room was decorated with magnitude of flickering candles, placed strategically around the space. Awed, he steps inside, instantly hit by the scent of vanilla and rose infused in the air. On the coffee table, a crystal vase held a bunch of freshly cut roses (he could tell it was from their garden), the flickering candles reflecting off the delicate glass, creating a dance of lights and shadows all around. It's beautiful.

"Mr.Suppasit, this-" he turns to face the man responsible for all this only to see him on both his knees, looking up at him with so much veneration that Gulf is struck for a moment. "What are you..."

"Let me make love to you, tua-eng" Mew whispers softly.

"I should be on my knees, begging you to let me touch you, to let me make love to you. I would be, I will be begging, trust me."

He remembers Mew's words from earlier. Gosh, this man! He has such a talent for throwing him off balance with his quiet-honest devotion, always at the most unexpected moments, in the most unexpected ways. He didn't think Mew was really going to be on his knees asking this.

He is beyond flattered. But a part of him still needs to know one thing. Taking a step towards Mew, he stands before for him, "Are you sure, teerak? You aren't doing this because of earlier-"

"I was an idiot. Earlier I was being an idiot" Mew interjects instantly. He takes Gulf's hand, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss in his palm, eyes soft yet promising, "I had already decided to stop being a coward before coming to get you. Let me make love to you, baby."

The request wrapped in that velvety voice, spoken over his wrist makes Gulf's knees almost buckle, the anticipation of what it means pooling in his belly. He wonders not for the first time how this man can reduce him to jelly just with his words!

He licks his suddenly dry lips before nodding, "Yes, I...yes, please."

Mew smiles then and Gulf's heart stutters at how beautiful he looks in the glow of candles.

Still on his knees, his husband tugs at his hand he is still holding, pulling him even closer until he is standing between his knees, the fabric of his shirt only a breath away from Mew's face.

"I am loving this shirt on you" Mew murmurs, looking up at him.

"I noticed." His breath hitches as fluttering fingers come to rest on his ankles. His ankles! This man has made even his ankle a sensitive spot for him. Mew drags his hands up his legs, painfully slow, large palms tracing his calves, thighs, and Gulf has to steady himself by the hands on the man's shoulder.

Mew grins smugly knowing all too well the effect he has on him before leaning down and nuzzling his thigh, taking his time in leaving kisses all over his skin, and lastly sucking a hickey.

He is twitching ticklishly, mouth opened on a silent amazed plea, and his grip on his shoulders tightens, watching rapt as Mew repeats the same on his other thigh. The man's hands skim around his ass, slipping under his shirt and tugging towards him further, burying his nose between his legs, closing his eyes and humming coarsely in the back of his throat. And then he opens his lips, and mouths his erection.

"God!" Gulf cries out, knees buckling with the shock.

Mew steadies him, gazing up at his flushed face, and slowly rises up his feet. Gulf mentally registers how graceful his movements are, knowing if it was him he would have surely tripped on his feet, or even if he managed to without falling on his face it wouldn't have been this attractive. It's really unfair how everything this man does is so perfect.