The Proposal

All the consequences

Gulf does not take the initiative and does not push away, rather, looks expectantly. Mew is clearly aware that he wants this kiss — and it would be great if they didn't limit themselves to it  — but putting pressures on Gulf is equivalent to passing the point of no return. Therefore, Mew takes his face to a safe distance.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Bingo, Gulf.

"I want to."

"So, kiss me."

Uh... some kind of trap? No, Gulf, I know you too well to get into it.

"So?"

Mew stretches his lips in a smile:

"What's the catch, Gulf?"

Kanawut looks at him with his eyebrows drawn together. And rolls his eyes:

"I wake up with your mouth drooling on my lips, but must there be a catch on my part?"

"Well, knowing you, I wouldn't doubt that."

Rolling his eyes once more, Gulf taps his temple with the finger:

"Did you break up all the guys like that every time? Well, did it even get to the point? Or did it all end with their broken hearts and subsequent impotence? With all the circumstances that follow?"

"Oh, what?" Mew is playing with his eyebrows, "so you had a personal calculation on me?"

Gulf abruptly throws back the edge of the blanket:

"Dream on."

Mew grabs him by the shoulders and sends him back to bed.

"Are we going to stare at each other?  Gulf asks mockingly, while Mew stares at him from above. "Or is there a more interesting offer?"

"Mm... with all the consequences, boss?" Mew curls his lips, enjoying such soft audacity.

"As I see I will have to do everything myself for my negligent subordinate?"

"What do you mean?" Mew grins.

In response, Gulf puts his hands on Mew's shoulders and joins their lips himself.

No one else needs to know what it feels like when he opens his mouth and sucks in Gulf's lower lip, how soft and just velvet it is between his own. A contented little sound escapes Kanawut's lips when Mew bites them lightly. Gulf leans the back of his head on the pillow more and bends over, giving Mew more space.

He raises himself on the elbows to look down at Gulf. Just wants to get his consent once again.

Gulf is lying under him. Tanned and beautiful, looking at Mew with wonderful eyes. His hair is spread out in perfect disorder on the pillow, his cheeks are covered with a peach blush.

His skin is... so soft. Mew can feel it with his fingertips and his own nose. He presses with the pad of one finger where the neck connects to the shoulder, noticing after a pink oval mark. Will Gulf allow him to leave his mark on other spots so easily? On your stomach? On the soft inside of his thigh? Near the dimples on the back, below which there is such an inviting roundness?

These are dangerous thoughts, Mew knows. But that doesn't make them any less tempting.

Mew smiles gently, tilting his head slightly to one side. And then he kisses Gulf himself. He always liked to kiss. But it is Gulf that he kisses as if this is his favorite activity in the world. Slowly, with his mouth open and curiosity, his lips envelop Gulf's lips, as if he can't get enough of their taste.